Epilogue
Five years later:
I sat on the living room couch of Booth and I's two story house. Located right in the center of D.C., it was about ten minutes from the Jeffersonian and it was our dream house.
The outside of the house was painted a warming gold color and inside it had two bathrooms, one each story and three bed rooms, A bed room and bathroom for Booth and I and another set for Parker. The house also had a big kitchen, the fancy types you see on cooking shows, and a study for our work. The living room had a leather couch and a smooth wooden coffee table. Also we had a good sized TV and a few racks of movies we had for family night. Out back, green grass covered thirty feet in all directions. To the right we had a big patio and a grill with a mini refrigerator and a stainless steel counter for Booth's cooking and grilling. Extended off the patio we had our pool. At twelve feet deep and very refreshing, it was a hot spot at our house during the summer. The patio and pool area was housed by screen but behind that in the open we had a swing set. It hasn't really been used lately. It was installed for Parker when he was younger.
Parkers room, on the second floor, for what he thought would be a better view, had changed many times over the years. It went from brand new to a child's wonderland filled with games and cartoon characters, to being less inviting, cluttered with clothing and other things with posters covering every where.
Booth and I's room had barely changed over the years. The walls were a sky blue with cream colored carpet and a large king sized bed sat in the middle. Our dressers stood on either side of it and our huge bathroom was broken off of our room. It had a jacuzzi bathtub and a shower separate from that. Racks for towels and soap and I long counter, we spent a lot of our time in there, if you know what I mean.
Every inch of our house was covered in photos, a collection of Booth and I's we had accumulated over our years. Parker, Angela and Hodgins and now my seven year old god daughter, Dakota. Zach, and Cam, Sweets, Daisy, everyone at the Jeffersonian. Hank and Jared, Dad and Russ. Our families. Our friends. All their faces stared out from the wall.
Booth and I had gotten married three years ago after about two years of dating after the mess with Hannah and Booth's wedding. We were married in June, also known as the most common month for marriages on account of the mythical goddess of marriage, June.
Booth and I's wedding was much the same as Hannah and Booth's. Same big, white church. Same friends and family, yet modified to our personalities. Instead of a dark red, our theme was soft yellow, to match my favorite flower, Daisies.
My dress was cut just below my knee in a cascading style and my hair was tied in an elegant, loose bun with a classic veil, Angela made me wear. I didn't want to wear the veil because it is a symbol of virginity, which clearly I have lost, but Angela said I was not going to ruin her fun.
Booth wore a similar style tux with a different colored vest and tie. He also sported a yellow rose pinned to the lapels of his suit jacket.
The Brides' Maid included Angela, as Maid of Honor, and Cam, Daisy, and my cousin, Margret. The last Brides' Maid was Zach's girlfriend Abigail. Abigail and Zach met at coffee shop. Zach had said something to her in our "confusing language" that she replied smoothly 'Why don't you explain that over a cup of coffee' and they were together ever since. The Brides' Maids wore teal colored above the knee strapless dress because I find that yellow and blue make a nice combination.
The Grooms' Men were Jared, Hank, Hodgins, Sweets and Zach.
Once again, Dakota was the Flower Girl and Parker was the Ring Bearer.
My wedding ring, I know must of cost a fortune, consisted of two, which merged into one on the back, silver covered golds bands with a large sparkley diamond in the middle of the top band and two smaller ones next to it on each side and three more little ones underneath them on the bottom row.
Our vows were simple.
The after party was magical. It was held in Angela and Hodgin's large recreation room located on their giant property. The room had a bar and a dance floor complete with a huge kitchen for the personal chefs.
For dinner we had a variety of steak, fish fillets, or chicken breasts. Salads and mixed vegetables were served as side dishes and the cake was a classic marble cake with the outside frosted in white. Little delicate flowers and swirls never thought to be possible decorated the sides of the cake and perched on top were miniature replicas of Booth and I which Ange had made.
Me and Booth enjoyed our selves with our cake. Booth and I each cut a chunk out of it and while I delicately placed it in Booth's mouth, he did the same but when I wasn't looking, grabbed the slice of cake we cut the chunks off of and shoved it in my face. After I got over being shocked, I practically grabbed a handful from the whole cake and smashed it into his face. We were laughing like crazy during our cake war until Ange broke us up because she didn't want our outfits and hair to get messed yup. Me and Booth cleaned most of each other up with kisses, but went to the bathroom together to finish the job.
Booth and I's couple dance was to Hot Blooded by Foreigner, now officially our song. It wasn't a slow song so we had some difficulty dancing formally to it but, no body seemed to care how off we were.
We took our honeymoon to Italy where we stayed in a large suite for a month. There Booth and I tried so many different foods, I must of gained ten pounds. Every day was a new adventure. We would roam the streets of the most beautiful place I have ever been. We would hike or shop or travel to close places. At times when we were stuck at the suite, we were never bored. I was very sad when we had to leave.
I was snapped out of my flash back by a wailing screech. I peeked down into my lap where my baby lied. Claire Parker Booth was seven months old.
Her middle name was after Parker and her first name was just because we liked it. Claire had Booth's curly, dark brown hair. Long, thick eye lashes framed crystal blue eyes which were like mine. Her skin was a cream color that looked a though rose petals were pressed to it. Her nose was sculpted as Booth's and her lips were mine, forming a perfect pink 'O' when she yawned. I could tell she was Booth's child. When ever she was upset, she would kick and push and I can feel her strength, just like his.
Ever since the day she was born, she had people wrapped around her fingers.
"Shhh. Claire, it's ok...," I tried to calm her down. Being a first time mom, I still struggled with things."Shh."
I brought Claire up to my chest. She still cried and I got a little panicked.
"Parker?"
"Ya, Mom?" I loved when he called me 'Mom'. Sometimes he made me laugh by calling me .
I heard thumps down the stairs as fifteen year old Parker came to my side. Me and Booth adopted Parker after we got married.
I have to admit. Parker was sometimes better at mothering that I was.
"Can you help me. Claire won't stop crying." I shot an anxious glance at him. He placed his Rubrics Cube on the table and reached out to retrieve her from my arms. The second he touched her, the baby's cries went down to whimpers.
"Hello Claire, " he said as he tucked her against him. I watched. "What's wrong, Little Girl. Are you hungry? Need a dipper change?," Parker had started rocking her from side to side. Claire had a lot of pet names such as Princess, Little Girl, Sweetie, Little Miss, Little Miss G-Man, Snukums, Mini Bones and so many more it's hard to count.
"It's ok. It's ok. Big brother, Parker's got ya." Clarie's cries had stopped and Parker sat down on the couch beside me.
It was amazing how much Parker and Clarie got along. They are inseparable. I could tell that even when Clarie was still in my stomach. She seemed to know Parker was her brother and that she was save with him. She would cry and cry and me and Booth would be passing her back and forth for hours trying to get her to stop and then finally as soon as Parker touched her or came near her, she would stop. I don't know what I would do without him.
Claire opened her big blue eyes and stared at Parker until he smiled. When he did, she giggled and patted his body with her little dimpled hand. When Parker brought her to his face to kiss her forehead, she grabbed a stand of Parker's blonde mop hair and yanked. He yelped.
"Oww! Claire! Let go!" He was trying desperately to remove her hand but her grip was strong, another example of her strength. I immediately jumped up to loosen her grip and after she was removed I took her back. Parker glared at her as he rubbed his head.
"Why does she have to be Dad's kid? He's so strong and he obviously passed it onto her." Parker grumbled. I was confused by his question.
"He obviously has to be Booth's child because I married him and it's not right to have a baby with another man. And on the note of Claire being so strong, it's because of heredity. The passing down of tra-,"
"Mom, it was a rhetorical question." Parker's brown eyes looked amused at me.
"Ohh..."
Parker and I both looked towards the door when we heard the bolt unlocking and a smile broke across my face when I saw who was on the other side of that door. I sprang up and kissed him lightly on the lips, during which Parker gave a small 'eww'. Booth's focus shifted to the child in my arms and his face lit up like a Christmas tree. Claire noticed this too and lifted her arms to Booth. He took her without a second thought.
"What's up, Mini Squint?" Booth's insistence to ask the baby questions she could obviously not answer irritated me slightly, but it was also sort of cute. Claire clapped her chubby little hands at Booth. I could tell she adored him as much as he did her. Like Parker, she seemed particularly attached to him. Must be something in the Booth Boy's genes. Booth continued to make cooing noises at Claire to which she giggled. Booth moved her to his arm and turned to Parker.
"Hey Parks, did you get that science test back yet?" Parker's face broke into a grin.
"Ya, I did. Got a ninety- seven percent. Thanks to Mom."
"You did? That's awesome. 'Course I'm not surprised with a genius like this in the family," He jerked his thumb in my direction. "Are you sure she didn't help you cheat?" He asked in a mock tone.
"Oh, ya she did. Sorry I forgot to tell you. Ya, she got past the school office people and my teacher all the way to my desk, where she sat for a good hour, giving me answers while the teacher didn't even notice, even though I was sitting not five feet from his desk." Parker said in a sarcastic voice.
"Some of your Sniper training must've wore off on me." I piped in at Booth. He laughed. Suddenly he looked down to where Claire was gazing into his eyes with her crystal ones, and saw she had been chewing on his shirt during the whole conversation. He removed the fabric from her mouth, and you could now see a wet spot of drool.
"I think someone's hungry." Booth passed Claire to Parker. Parker walked to the couch and placed Claire on the floor, where she immediately started crawling around. She loved to crawl around and around the house.
Booth made his way for the kitchen. I followed. While he was standing at the counter measuring the formula powder, I came up and wrapped my arms around his waist. I waited until he was done pouring water in the bottle and popped it in the microwave before making my request.
"Can I have a better 'Hello' kiss, now that was are away from Parker and his 'ewws'" Booth turned to face me with my arms still firm around his waist. On his face was a cocky smile.
"Ohhh, I don't know...," He bent his head towards mine as I wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers intertwining in his hair. His warm soft lips forcefully pressed against mine and my tongue begged for entrance. After making out for about five minutes, pausing only to take a breath, we heard Parker's feet towards the kitchen. We didn't stop. Swinging the door open and jerking to a stop, Parker groaned at us. He then turned to call out the door.
"Their at it again, Claire. Come see." We stopped and turned towards him. He held a hand outside the door frame and stepped aside. Clutched onto his hand was Claire, as she stood sturdy on her feet. Her whole face lit up with excitement.
Claire had taken her first steps!
She giggled walking around Parker's body in circles. She was quite fast and balanced for it being her first time. I beamed at Booth. His face matched mine. Our baby had taken her first steps. I unwound myself from Booth and scooped up Claire. She bounced in her little lilac onesy. I pressed small kissed to her forehead and cheeks and she stretched her toes toward the ground again, eager. I gingerly set her on her feet and held her hand. She walked toward Booth and when she reached him, she wound her little arms around his leg. He bent down to pick her up. I practically skipped to Parker.
"Thank you." I hugged him while squishing his face and hair.
"I was coming to tell you, but once again, you guys we persistent to swallow each other. Besides, Claire was following me anyway, you might as well see for yourself."
Booth brought the struggling Claire towards Parker and me and binded us to him.
My family. I smiled at the thought.
Finally! Done! The story is over. Sorry it took soo long to update, but I spent a longg time on this one. I hope you liked the story and the epilogue. Thanks for sticking with me til the end!