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Chapter 1
As Booth was glazing the onions to later stew the beans, he wondered what the right moment would be. The right timing to bring up the fact that Cullen had come into his office with a high-profile case. A decomposed body - well, basically the skeleton - had been found in a West-Virginia playground. He had been given the case and one look earlier that day at the crime scene, told him everything he needed to know. He needed specialised help. Only the help that his partner could give him. He needed a forensic anthropologist, and she was the best.
He stirred the onions again and let his mind sift through the memories of the last eight years. Eight years since his son, Thomas Henry Booth had been born. A lot had happened since then. Brennan was enjoying her job as the Senior Physical Anthropologist at the Jeffersonian. People from all over the world came to DC, just to hear her speak. Every holiday they had ever taken as a family had been close to a dig, so she could both relax and work and Booth could play with their kids on the beach or explore the area with them.
He himself had been accepted into the FBI and had been climbing the ladder as well, taking university courses along the way to get his degree in Criminology. He was one of the Senior Agents in the Homicide Division and his name was whispered in the hallways whenever the topic of the new Deputy Director came up. And he was doing everything he could to get that job. He loved the fieldwork, but being a cop - or an Agent - wasn't without danger.
He reached for the beans and dumped them in. A few years ago, a liaison had started between the FBI and the Medico-Legal Lab at the Jeffersonian. Brennan had assisted on some cases, mostly cold ones. Booth knew she'd been nicknamed 'the Icequeen' by several of his colleagues, and not because she worked cold cases. Not that they would ever say that around him. Booth resented it, but couldn't change it.
So, now, here he was, standing in his kitchen, stewing beans, wondering when it would be the right time to ask her to help him. He poured in some water and came to the realisation that there simply wasn't a right time to ask her this, so he decided to just go ahead and jump into the conversation. "Bones? I have to ask you something."
Brennan looked up from her anthropology journal. The tone of his voice implied that it was a question about something big, something she might not be willing to agree to. She glanced at the clock. Less than half an hour before the kids would be home. Thomas was at Jack and Angela's, playing with his best friend Michael Vincent. He'd be walked home by Jack and Michael. Elena went straight to gymnastics practice after school almost every day; it was still her passion and her teammates were her best friends. "Okay, what do you need?" she finally answered Booth's question, "Is something wrong?"
"I was assigned to a new case today," Booth told her carefully. "The skeletal remains that were found in the playground?" He looked up at her. "I know we've discussed this before, but our ME really isn't specialised enough for these kinds of cases, Bones." They had discussed this before and they had decided that they wouldn't work together on cases to avoid the possibility of being targeted by criminals, but he had to ask.
Brennan replied immediately. "The answer is no, Booth. If we're working the same case, both of us have to testify, which means both of us could be targeted. Your job is dangerous enough, we can't run the risk of orphaning our children." She got up from the couch, took a cutting board and started slicing vegetables.
"Bones." Booth stirred their dinner again. "I'm not asking you to start working with me full time. Just this one case. My ME flat out told me that she wouldn't be able to find cause of death for this victim. I have a duty as an Agent to the public. I owe it to his family to do whatever I can to figure out what happened."
But Brennan wouldn't budge. "There's another forensic anthropologist in Canada. I can give you her e-mail address so you can ask if she has time to look into your case." Brennan felt adamant about this. She refused to do anything that might end up harming her children.
"Come on, Brenn. You know how bad my French is," he tried to approach it lightly, for one last try. "The only thing I know how to say is voulez-vous couchez avec moi?" he teased, using the full power of his charm smile.
Brennan couldn't help but chuckle at that. "She's a lesbian, Booth. Good luck with that."
Booth made a face for a moment and continued with dinner. "Fine, Bones. I'll contact your colleague in Canada. Or maybe better," he glanced at her, "I'll let Agent Shaw do it."
Brennan laughed. Agent Shaw was an attractive female agent Booth sometimes worked with. "Who knows, we could be invited to their wedding some time from now," she smiled.
"I don't think so. She already has a kid and rumour has it that she has a bun in the oven." Booth dared to leave the beans on their own for a moment and embraced his partner. "How about you? Would you like another bun in the oven? I mean, we are still young enough to go for it," he smiled. "Elena is a darling daughter and Thomas is a sensitive son. I think we hit the jackpot. Twice. How about another go?"
"If we do, we can't still be working this much, Booth. I want to have time for my children," Brennan answered him rationally as she placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned into him. She loved him just as much as more than fifteen years ago, when Elena was conceived.
"You're right," he hugged her to him and sighed a bit. "You're always right." The back door opened and Jack, Michael and Thomas walked in.
Thomas smiled at his parents and instead of commenting on the fact that they were hugging and kissing and doing 'lovey-dovey stuff' as his sister called it, he just smiled and walked over to them, wrapping his arms around both of his parents. "Hi Mommy. Hi Daddy."
Jack smiled and motioned to the back door, "Uhm, we're leaving 'cause Ange wants to go out to dinner and she told me in no uncertain terms to be home on time. So, bye! See you tomorrow, Tommy!"
Thomas smiled and waved at them. "Bye, Michael! Bye, Uncle Jack!"
"Hi, sweetheart," Brennan said as she wrapped her arm around her son's back and kissed the top of his head. "Did you have fun? Are you still working on the tree house with Uncle Jack?"
"Yes, Mommy. Today Aunt Angela and I went shopping after school! She wanted me to help her pick out the colours. We had a lot of fun today."
"It's always fun with Angela," Brennan smiled, "I agree. If you want, you can still practise your music. Elena isn't home yet and dinner won't be ready for another ten minutes."
As much as Elena loved doing sports, Thomas loved music. He'd been asking for lessons for almost a year before they finally caved in and got him a keyboard for his seventh birthday. Hank and Jared had donated the first six months of piano lessons and Thomas couldn't be happier with them. He practised loyally, every day, until his sister would come in demanding he stop. Thomas had an uncanny talent for always staying calm and forgiving when Elena was in a difficult mood, he wasn't pushed off balance easily.
"Oh great!" Thomas wrapped his arms around his mother's waist and smiled up at her. "I want to give you a kiss first," he told her with a wide smile, "Because I love you!"
Brennan chuckled and let go of Booth to wrap her arms around her son and kiss him. "I love you, too, sweetheart."
Thomas turned around and lifted his arms as he stood in front of his dad. "I love you, too, Daddy."
Booth laughed and lifted his son into his arms, giving him a big kiss on his cheek. "I love you too, buddy." He put his son down. "Why don't you go practise your music?"
Brennan watched with a smile as their little boy ran off to his room. Their Tommy was a delight to everyone around him. He hadn't experienced any rough times like Elena had. His life had been peaceful and happy, he hadn't known any different. His biggest challenge was dealing with his sister's temper, and even that left him virtually unfazed. In fact, he was Elena's biggest fan, and Elena did adore her little brother.
Booth watched his son bounce up the stairs and smiled. "Our little boy is going to be a man to be very proud of."
"He'll be a reliable and kind one. Just like mine," Brennan smiled and rested her head on Booth's shoulder.
Booth kissed the top of her head and hugged her to him as the first few notes of music drifted downstairs. He moved the beans off of the hot cooker and took her in his arms. "Dance with me."
"It's always dangerous to dance with you," Brennan grinned, but her hand was already in his.
Booth wiggled his eyebrows and leaned in to kiss his wife. "Maybe you're the one I should be asking to couchez avec moi?" he teased, "Maybe I can even..." his hand slid down to her lower back and slipped underneath her shirt, "change your mind?" He was teasing, though. She had made up her mind and he wouldn't try to persuade her and she knew that.
"You can certainly try," she chuckled as she pushed her hips forward into his. "I don't think I'll mind you trying at all."
"Mmm," Booth hummed and kissed her again. "I'll certainly keep on trying then," he murmured. They were interrupted when the back door was slammed open. They looked up and saw their daughter entering their home.
"Hello," Elena said as she walked in the door, her step determined and quick. She glanced at her parents, noticing her father's hand up her mother's shirt and their intimate embrace. "Aaaaand goodbye," she said, trying to keep from laughing at her parents. With a roll of her eyes she walked through the kitchen and went upstairs. She was in a bad mood and she knew where to find her brother. "Tommy, I've heard this tune a million times," Elena sighed dramatically as she walked into her brother's room. She wrapped her arms around Thomas and pressed kisses to his cheek. She pulled the crunchy out of her hair and shook her head to free her dark curls. "I'm so tired," she groaned as she pulled her brother off his stool and put him down in his bed before collapsing next to him and drawing him into her arms.
Thomas cuddled up to his sister and reached for his blanket. "Then you have to sleep, Elena," he told her and covered them both with the blanket.
"I'd love to, but I have homework and we have to eat. Mom and Dad are being lovey-dovey again, so I had to flee the kitchen," Elena chuckled.
"I like it when they kiss and hold each other. It means they love each other, right?" He pressed himself closer to her. "I love you, too. So, I hug you," Thomas said matter-of-factly.
Elena laughed despite her bad mood. "I love you, too, little brother." She squeezed him until he started to protest. "Sorry. I can't help being the strongest sister on the planet."
"No, you can't. You should go and show Dad that you're the strongest daughter on the planet." Thomas chuckled and a smile lit up his eyes. "We can invent a game together." Thomas was really liking this idea. "Next time when Mom and Dad get all lovey-dovey, we could sneeze, or count, or high five or something." He loved it when he got to play these little games with his sister. She was the best one to have on your team.
"We could demand one quarter of a dog for every time we catch them," Elena suggested, loving the gleam in her brother's eyes. He was so easily made happy, it was ridiculous.
"Oh, yes, yes! But we have to be smart, Elena, we can't let them know why we are counting or they will stop and I really - really - really want a puppy! Will you help me?" Thomas sat up on his knees, a big, wide smile around his lips and a twinkle in his eyes.
"Yes, of course I will," Elena said and sat upright to give her brother a hug. "I smell food, let's go see if we can eat yet."
He hugged her like only a little brother could and asked quietly, "Are you still tired and sad?"
"I wasn't sad, I was upset because practice was terrible. I just didn't have the energy today and I drove my coach desperate because I didn't want to climb the rope. I did apologise afterwards, of course."
"That's good," Thomas told her. "Dad said you should apologise when you've been rude to someone." He took her hand. "Come on! I'm hungry!"
Booth looked up when his two hungry kids came down the stairs, holding hands. "Great timing! Dinner's ready," Booth smiled at their kids as he started to serve their dinner.
Thomas and Elena sat down and Brennan rounded the table to kiss her daughter. "How was today, honey?"
Elena kissed her mother's cheek. "Awful!" she exclaimed and fell back in her chair.
Brennan stroked Elena's curls and scooped some food onto her plate. "We'd love to hear all about it," Brennan smiled patiently as she sat down in her chair.
Elena dug in and had a few bites of food before answering. "I'm hungry," she explained and swallowed her last bite. "So there's this new guy at school," she began, secretly observing her father to see if he'd panic. "He's older than I am," she added for effect.
Booth frowned and focussed his attention on his little girl as the hairs on the back of his neck started to rise. "Go on, princess," Booth encouraged her, his appetite momentarily forgotten.
Elena chuckled. "Don't worry, Dad, I hate the guy. I'm not dating anyone. I don't like any of the boys in school, or outside of school, and I won't like them at least until I'm eighteen." She couldn't contain her laughter, then heaved a miserable sigh. "You guys, I was supposed to be sulking because I had a crappy day, not laughing."
"Darling, what happened?" Booth was a father who naturally worried, and he liked that his relationship with his daughter was good enough for her to always come to him with problems.
"Well, there is a new guy, apparently, because I've never seen him before in school. There's also this other boy, Toby, and I know he gets bullied sometimes. I saw the new guy bumping into him so all of Toby's books fell. I immediately went up to him - I'll just call him Loser - and I told him to pick up Toby's books. Loser gave me a big mouth and then he walked away, so I picked up Toby's books for him. Then, we had the last period and I went to practice with Louisa, and I couldn't do anything today. I even refused to climb the rope."
Booth's worry increased slightly. His daughter didn't like the rope, but she'd never flat out refused it. "I'm sorry you had a bad day, honey. Next time if you see him being rude, tell a teacher."
"Next time I could also just kick his butt," Elena grinned.
"Elena Angela Booth!" Her father looked at her. "You do not solve things by getting into a fight and you know that, young lady," he told her sternly.
Elena rolled her eyes. "I was kidding, Dad, I know that. But it's fine, Tommy already made me feel better while the two of you were, well, my brother's under-age, so I won't describe it."
Brennan chuckled. "I'd like to see how you feel once you have a boyfriend, Elena."
Elena made a face. "Never. I'm married to gymnastics."
Tommy saw that his dad was about to say something but he intervened. "Dad?" he asked sweetly, "Were you and mom being lovey-dovey?"
Booth chuckled. "Not you, too, Tommy."
Thomas saw his chance, though. "No! No! I like it. It means you love Mom to the stars and back, doesn't it, Dad?"
Booth nodded. "Yes, buddy, I do."
Thomas turned to his mom. "Do you love Dad to the stars and back, too?"
"Yes, I do," Brennan confirmed without hesitation.
"Then you should be lovey-dovey right now!" Thomas told his parents, feeling very sneaky. He really wanted a puppy.
Brennan frowned. "Okay..." She glanced at Booth. What was with their children today?
Booth looked over at his partner and leaned across the table, cupping her cheek, then he kissed her lovingly on the cheek.
Thomas waited and then he counted out loud. "One!"
"One quarter, Tommy," Elena corrected him, smiling.
Booth realised that something was up. "One quarter what, Elena?"
Elena chuckled. "Talk to Tommy about it."
"Tommy? One quarter what?" Booth asked his son, who got out of his chair and walked over to him, crawling onto his lap. "One quarter of a puppy, Dad."
Booth laughed in confusion. "A puppy? We're not getting a dog." He looked up at Brennan, wondering if she knew something about this.
"Did you make this up yourself, Tommy?" Brennan inquired, signalling to Booth that she didn't know what was going on, either.
"Awe, come on, Dad. Tommy really wants a puppy. We could both take care of it, I'll help him," Elena stood up for her little brother. "Look at his precious little face," she chuckled, "How can you resist that?"
"We don't have time for a dog, guys. We've been over this before. Who will walk the dog? Feed him? Bathe him? Clean its paws? Pick up the poop? I would have to do it, so, sorry, guys. We're not getting a dog."
"You know what we should do?" Elena suddenly had an idea. "We should talk Grandpa Max into getting a dog so we can walk it."
"You have to talk that one over with your grandfather," Booth told them. "Now, for tricking us into almost getting you a dog, I think the two of you should clear the table and do the dishes. I'll get started on dessert. Pudding for everyone!"
"Dad, can I please just clear the table today? I have a lot of homework and I want to go to bed early," Elena asked her father.
Booth could see that she wasn't trying to simply get out of doing her chores. She actually looked tired. "Okay, but you're coming down to have your dessert with us. Deal, princess?"
Elena finished her food and stood up, pressing a kiss to both her father's and mother's cheeks. "You're still the best parents ever. Even if we don't get a dog."
"And you," Booth pulled her back to him as he circled his arms around her, "are still the best daughter ever," he gently pushed her hair away from her eyes, "Even when you try to trick us into giving you guys a dog."
Elena chuckled. "Hey, if the little guy asks me something, there's nothing I can do but tend to his every need. You're the ones who made him so cute I can't resist him." Elena kissed her dad's head then wrapped her arms around her brother, kissing his ear, making him shriek. Elena laughed. "Call me for dessert!" Then, she went upstairs to take a quick shower and get started on her homework.
Booth turned to Brennan. "Do you remember the time when she would get mad at me? For not letting her dry the dishes?" Booth chuckled. "Teen trouble..." He turned to his son, "How about you, Tommy? Did you finish your homework?"
Tommy nodded. "Yes, Daddy, of course I did."
Booth smiled. "If you keep Mom company, I will do the dishes. But just this once, okay?"
Tommy walked over to his mom and wrapped his arms around her neck. "Will you watch some cartoons with me?"
Brennan made a face. "I don't like cartoons," she said. "Why don't you watch cartoons with your dad and then I'll do the dishes? Just this once," she smiled.
"Really?" His smile disappeared quickly, though. "But Dad can't watch cartoons. He's got to make pudding."
Booth stood and held out his hand to his son, who took it and followed him to the living room. He tevo'ed the cartoons, so they would be available to watch them later. "Why don't we help Mom, then make pudding together and then watch the cartoons? Together?"
Tommy's smile returned and he nodded. "Yes! That's a great idea!"
They did as planned, and when it was time for pudding - the kids had certainly inherited Booth's addiction to pudding - Brennan went upstairs to check on her daughter. She found Elena studying with that intense concentration she had. She was the same when she did gymnastics, just utterly focussed. Brennan walked into her daughter's room and gathered Elena's dark, wet curls in her hands. "How's my hard worker doing?"
Elena sighed and leaned back against her mother's tummy. "Working hard. I'm tired."
Brennan soothingly caressed her daughter's cheek. "How about I write you a note for school tomorrow? I think you've done enough for today."
Elena slowly closed her books and pushed herself up and out of her chair. She stepped into her mother's arms and they embraced each other. Brennan pressed Elena tightly against her. "I'm so proud of you. Sometimes I think back to our time together, when it was just you and me and Russ and Grandpa Max. You've been through a lot more than most kids, and you're doing so well. I'm really, really proud, and now it's time for pudding."
A happy smile appeared on Elena's face as she rested safely in her mother's arms. "I'm proud of you, too, Mom. We have a very good life together." With Brennan's arm around Elena's shoulder and Elena's arm around her mother's waist, they walked downstairs. "So," Elena said, "I heard there was pudding?"
"You heard correctly," Booth smiled at his daughter and her mother. "And since I had two helpers, we made chocolate and vanilla. There are still some chocolate chips..." he waved the box at her, then handed her a small bowl of vanilla pudding with a generous amount of chocolate chips. "I think this is someone's favourite."
"Thanks, Dad," Elena smiled and took her pudding to the couch, where her brother was watching his cartoons. "Tommy?" Elena asked in her sweetest voice, knowing she could always get her way with him, "Can we please watch Discovery? We need to learn how to survive in the wild."
"In the wild? How would we end up there?" Thomas stopped the cartoons and changed to Discovery, longing to hear one of the stories his sister could come up with. "You would stay close to me, though, right?" he asked her as he went to sit down next to his big sister, having already forgotten about the cartoons.
Elena wrapped an arm around her brother. "Well, one day, I'll take you camping, but we could get lost while we hike in the mountains, and we'd have to know how to deal with bears and everything, and how to make a fire. We could catch fish and eat them, and swim in the river. Exciting, isn't it?"
"No!" He reached for the blanket and tucked it around both of them. "How do you fight bears?" he asked curiously.
"I don't know. We have to watch this show to find out. I'll make sure I'll climb the rope every day in practice, though, so I can help you climb into a tree and then climb in it myself."
Thomas nodded and stayed close to his sister as they watched the documentary together. Booth sat down in another chair and he pulled Brennan onto his lap. He watched his family as they watched tv. He truly was blessed. When the show was done, he spoke up. "Thomas, time for bed, buddy."
Elena gave her little brother a kiss. "Sweet dreams, brother. Thanks for making me feel better today. I promise to let you play the piano in peace more often."
Thomas hugged his sister and looked into her eyes. "Will you teach me how to climb the rope, too?"
Booth interrupted. "When you're a little older, buddy. Come on, say goodnight to Mom."
"I can take you to the beginners hour and teach you some simple things," Elena promised her brother.
Brennan held out her arms to her son. "Sleep tight, sweetheart," she said as she took a moment to cuddle with her little boy.
Booth enjoyed the sight of his son cradled lovingly in the arms of his mother, then he gently ushered her off of his lap and lifted his son in a fireman's lift, carrying him upstairs. "Little monster," he called out to his daughter, "Your half hour starts right now!"
Elena crawled over to her mother and yawned. She lay down on the couch, her head in Brennan's lap. Brennan gently ran her fingers through her daughter's hair, knowing it relaxed her.
Booth went into the bathroom with his son and they both brushed his teeth. When they were done, Booth walked him to his bedroom and fixed his sheets as Thomas changed into his pyjamas. Booth tucked him in and kissed his forehead. Then he crossed it, asking God to look over his son. After Thomas had done the same for him, Booth kissed his son's cheek one more time. "Goodnight, Thomas."
Thomas yawned, reached for his stuffed animal, which was a bear named Zorro, and mumbled, "Goodnight, Daddy." Then, Booth went into the master bedroom, where he changed as well. He was on his way downstairs, when he changed his mind, walked into Elena's room and grabbed her stuffed animal - Moby - and her favourite book that went along with it. Moby Dick.
Brennan gave Booth a smile. "She's asleep," she whispered.
"Oh," he said, a bit disappointed, putting the stuffed animal and the book down. "It really must've got to her then," he whispered, "That situation at school." He knew his daughter and he knew there was a very fragile heart underneath the tough no-nonsense exterior.
Brennan noticed the book and Moby. "I'm sure she won't want to miss this." Brennan caressed her daughter's cheek. "Honey, Dad has a surprise for you."
Elena slowly opened her eyes. "Is he going to carry me to bed?" she mumbled groggily.
"Not yet, baby girl," Booth spoke softly. "I brought you your Moby and I can read a bit to you? If you'd like that. And if you ask real nicely, I don't think that your mother will mind making you a cup of hot chocolate."
A warm, familiar feeling spread through Elena's body. "I'd love that," she said softly as she sat upright. Elena had fond memories of her early childhood. She felt rich for having had those experiences. It had been a special time. She felt she was closer to her family than anyone she knew.
"Okay. So, what do you want to do? Read or make the hot chocolate?" Booth asked his wife.
"Well, there's only one master chef hot chocolate maker," Brennan smiled at him and reached for the book. "You can do the voices when you join us."
"I will," he smiled at them and got up to make hot chocolate. By the time it was done, Brennan was halfway through the first chapter. Booth sat down next to her and joined in the reading, doing the voices.
Elena felt like a little girl again, without worries or responsibilities, getting all the attention from her parents. It was simply therapeutic. The book brought back fond memories, such as that of the princess room in her uncle Jared's house. Her head rested on her mother's chest, her legs in her father's lap, Moby on her tummy, the hot chocolate warming her inside. She was happy.
After a little over thirty minutes, when they had finished the third chapter, Booth gently rubbed her leg. "Come on, princess, time for bed. Do you want me to carry you upstairs?"
"You'll break your back, Dad," Elena smiled sleepily. She kissed her father's cheek and wound her fingers through her mother's. "You're a bit unconventional, but I couldn't have wished for better parents. Or a better family. And I love you so much for giving me Tommy. Best gift I ever got."
Booth gently transferred his daughter onto his lap and then stood with her in his arms. She was his little girl and when she needed a bit more affection and love, he was going to make sure his daughter didn't doubt who loved her most. And that was him. And her mom. "You and your brother are the best kids ever." He kissed her cheek and stood. "Say goodnight to your mother, I'll help you get settled."
Brennan rose and kissed her daughter. "Goodnight, baby girl," she teased.
"Night, Mommy," Elena played along as she held onto her father's neck. "Are you sure I'm not too heavy?"
"No, you're just right." She wasn't a four-year-old anymore of course, but that didn't mean she was too heavy. Gymnastics had sculpted his daughter into a lean and muscular girl, with the strength of a horse. Booth carried her upstairs and laid her down on her bed. Luckily, she'd already put on her nightgown after her shower. He tucked her in and kissed her cheek. "If anything is bothering you, you just come to me or mom. Okay, darling? You know that, right?"
Elena nodded. "Thanks, Dad. I'll keep you posted."
"You do that, princess." Booth gently brushed her hair away from her beautiful face. "I love you, monster." He wouldn't be mentioning God in this bedroom. His girl was an atheist like her mother and he was more than okay with that. They had their science and athletics to draw inspiration and comfort from. And him.
"Love you, too, Dad," Elena said and rolled onto her side as her father made sure she was warm and comfortable. "I really enjoyed tonight."
"We can do it more often if you want to. Just let me or your mom know. We are here for you, darling. Forever and always." He kissed the top of his daughter's head and made sure she was tucked in. He turned the lights off and went downstairs.
Brennan had tidied the kitchen and living room. She walked up to Booth when he came downstairs again. She took his hand and pulled him to the couch, where they sat down and she swung her legs over his lap. "I've thought about it. If there's no one else in the entire world who can help you with your case, I'll do it."
"Really?" Booth removed her socks and started a soothing foot massage. "What made you change your mind, darling?"
"Well, someone died. They have a family, and they deserve to know where their loved one is," Brennan told him honestly. "And maybe I'm the only person who can identify the remains."
"You probably are," Booth told her honestly. "I'll come by tomorrow morning. By the lab I mean." He gently put her feet down on the couch and crawled over her. "You know, there is one thing that I'm disappointed about, however, you can make it up to me..."
"Disappointed? What did I do?" she feigned hurt as she let him push her down gently.
"I didn't get an opportunity to practise my French... I think you have to give me an opportunity, wouldn't you agree?" he whispered as he softly kissed her jaw.
"Your French is terrible," Brennan chuckled.
"I'm very good at this," he murmured as he shared a very inspiring french kiss with her. "So," he whispered when he pulled back, "Madame, voulez-vous," he paused for effect, "couchez avec moi?"
Brennan burst out laughing at his ridiculous pronunciation. "Oui, bien sur," she agreed, wondering if he'd even understand her answer.
"I'm going to assume that was a yes, based on the fact that I know you find me irresistible," he teased. She started laughing again, but soon her chuckles turned into soft moans and breathless gasps as he made love to his partner on their living room couch. Life couldn't get any better than this.
That was the first chapter! It was a very long one so it took us a bit longer to update. We'd love to hear your thoughts! What do you think of a 15-year-old Elena, and how do you like the newest member of the family? Thanks for reading!