The priest closes his book and smiles at the couple standing before him. With a slight smile and encouraging nod, he utters the phrase that so many of the onlookers have been waiting for. The man steps closer to the woman, and without hesitation, leans in to kiss her. A cheers and happy laughter swells through the crowd as the kiss continues and the man wraps his arms around her, dipping her back slightly. The merriment goes on as they finally break apart, but slowly fades as people begin to notice that the two of them have not moved. They are so still, looking at each other as if no one else is present in the room. The man gently rests his hand along the side of her face, before moving to place the lightest of kisses on her forehead. There is a collective sigh from those watching, leaving his whispered words to be heard only by her.

The little boy, bow tie listing to one side, stands a few feet away, watching them intently. He starts to take a step forward, then pauses. Cautious brown eyes turn back to the grown-ups standing behind him, just to be sure the coast is clear…

Parker slowly walks towards them, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible, unaware that every person in the pews is following his progress. Reaching his destination, he looks up—first at his father, and then at his Bones—a satisfied smile blossoming on his face.

I did a real good job.

Reaching up, he places a hand on the dark sleeve of his father's tuxedo, trying to get his attention. When Booth looks down, Parker motions for him to move closer. Cupping his hand, he leans in to whisper into his father's ear.

Booth pauses a moment, as if considering his son's request. He struggles to hide his smile, knowing that this is a serious matter for the little man.

"Sure, buddy." He opens his arms to his son, and lifts him up.Parker wraps one arm around his father's neck, then turns to her and waves, a shy smile on his face.

"Hey, Bones."

Smiling, she reaches out to take his little hand in hers,but at that moment, Parker leans forward, placing a quick kiss on her cheek.

Before she can respond, someone near the back of the room calls out "How adorable!". Hearing the outburst, Parker is suddenly aware of the fact that he has an audience, and hides his face against his father's neck.

Booth places a soothing hand on his son's back, softly reassuring him, "It's okay, bud. You were just showing Bones that you loved her. Nothing wrong with that."

Confidence restored, Parker raises his head, resolutely nodding in agreement.

"'Cause she's our Bones now, right Daddy?"

The three of them begin to walk down the steps, toward the deep red aisle. The woman's hand rests against the man's arm, the sapphire on her finger flashing brightly against the dark cloth of his sleeve. His other arm is wrapped around the little boy, holding him at his hip as the little family makes their way to the back of the church.

As they make the journey, the organ music follows them, covering the excited chatter of the little boy. There are a fortunate few though, those lucky enough to have a seat near the aisle, that are treated to small snippets of his commentary.

"…pretty. We are soooo lucky…"

"…MY flowers instead cause they were…"

"…whatcha do at a hunner-moon, Daddy?..."

"…can I go to the 'hamas too…?"

Then, in one of those convergences of circumstances, the organist drops a sheet of music creating a sudden, profound silence in the room just as the three of them reach the vestibule. A quirk in the acoustics of the small room allows everyone to hear his final comment…

"…all married…...nowww, can I have a little brother too?..."

Several weeks later

She walks into Wong Fu's, exhaustion tightening her face. Sinking into a chair at the bar with a heavy sigh, she closes her eyes in relief. She's been so tired lately...

Fighting the urge to let sleep win the battle right there at the bar, she opens her eyes to find Sid staring back at her, a glass of milk in his hand.

"Milk? No, Sid. Coffee…I need coffee."

"Hmmph…Bone-lady, you forget who you're talking to here?

She holds up her hands in surrender,"Sorry. I forgot…Sid knows best right?"

"You got it. Now, you drink that right there, and…." He places a plate with a no-frills sandwich in front of her. She lifts the bread, and looks back at him, a confused look on her face…

"Peanut butter and pickles?"

Sid laughs…"Yep. You're a smart lady. You'll figure it out…."