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The next morning was spent as planned with their two children. Little Hank did not seem to notice anything amiss about his mother, and Christine had accepted Booth's explanation that her mother had been hurt at work. Aubrey showed up just before lunch and after goodbye kisses and promises to be back that night, the couple left for the Royal Diner.

Sitting at their usual table in the diner with Brennan stealing Booth's fries, the couple talked about mundane things. Booth was careful not to bring up anything about their life together but was happy to bicker over the merits of organic food and her preference for books over sports with her. It was a dance they had perfected over the years. From the smiles on their faces, nobody would have guessed anything was different between them. Brennan had never like pie, she had informed him a long time ago that she didn't like her fruit cooked. She only started liking it while she was pregnant with Christine. When she asked him if she could have a bite out of his blueberry pie, he knew somewhere deep inside, the Brennan that had changed over the years was still there, waiting to resurface.

After lunch they took a leisurely stroll in the park then headed to an art museum. True enough Booth wasn't bored. He was simply happy to listen to the sound of her excited voice in his ear, busy explaining to him why each piece of ancient art held such great historical significance. Dinner was a surprise Booth managed to pull together at the very last moment. As they pulled up to their dinner venue, he wondered if she remembered where they were.

"This is Dr Gordon Wyatt's restaurant."

"Yeah." Booth grinned. "I told Gordon Gordon we were coming."

"You didn't bring me here for the purpose of him talking to me did you? He is a psychologist."

"What? No. He's a chef now. Don't let him hear you say that. He doesn't like it. His food's really good. You remember that don't you?"

"Yes. I remember. He cooked for us at your apartment before."

Booth got out of his truck, still careful with his injured ribs. He took her hand in his for the first time that day as she exited the SUV, leading her to the small restaurant.

"No chef's table this time?" Brennan asked as they settled into a corner table at the end of the restaurant.

"Nah. I told Gordon Gordon we needed some privacy."

"Dr Brennan! Agent Booth. So good to see you again! I'm so sorry to hear about what happened at the lab."

"Booth told you what happened?" Brennan asked as the psychologist turned chef enveloped her in a hug.

"About you forgetting that you were married?"

"Yes."

"He may have mentioned it. But I'm not here to fix you, if that's what you're worried about. My job tonight is simply to serve up a fabulous meal. Starters would be here in a moment."

"Thanks Gordon Gordon." Booth grinned, shaking the man's hand.

A waiter brought them a bottle of wine and Booth poured them each a glass. Dinner was pleasant and their conversation again steered clear of their life together until Brennan brought it up.

"Our children exhibit signs of great intelligence."

"Yeah. They probably got it from me."

Brennan rolled her eyes.

"Okay the both of us."

"You must be very proud of them."

"Yeah I'm proud of all three of them. So are you. You're really a great Mom. They're so smart cause you read to them all the time, you teach them stuff. Even Parker."

"I wish I remember how to be a Mom."

"There's no right or wrong way to be a parent. You love them and they know it and that's good enough."

"Booth, why do you love me?"

Booth reached across the table, taking her hand. "I just know that without you, my life is incomplete. You're an amazing woman and I've always loved you. Remember I told you we've been through some pretty rough stuff? You stood by me. When Pelant forced me to turn down your marriage proposal, when I was thrown in jail, my gambling. Jared. You stood by me. You may not remember some of that happening but you believed in me when nobody else would and that made me love you so much more. And it's not just because you had my children. Even if we didn't have Christine and Hank, I'd still love you. I'd still marry you."

"I guess I'm trying to find out why I married you. Why we got together."

"Does it really matter? Look at us Bones. You had a good time today didn't you?"

"Yes." She smiled. She couldn't deny that the day had been the best one since her amnesia. Booth spoke again, rubbing her knuckles gently.

"You know, today, it's like nothing's changed between us. I don't care if you don't get your memory back. You're still Temperance Brennan. You're still you. And I don't care if you can't remember why you decided to give me a chance, why we got married. You're still the woman I love."

She smiled a watery smile at him. She was genuinely touched by his words.

"I think you're as beautiful now as you were the day I saw you at American University. Still think you're as hot as you were that night when we kissed outside the pool hall. You've got this awesome big heart and you're such a strong woman and I'm just so crazy in love with you. Nothing's gonna change that."

"I too was thinking about us and this life we have together. If I were to be entirely honest with myself, I now know I had always been in love with you. Fear of losing you as a friend stopped me from saying yes when you asked that night outside the FBI. But now, with the benefit of hindsight, I can see that I was wrong. I should have trusted you. I should not have based my decisions on my past experiences. Because you're not like anyone I knew."

"Thanks." He dropped his gaze to her lips. He missed the physical aspect of their relationship. The little touches they exchanged, intimate hugs, kisses, making out, making love.

"I've asked myself over and over if I love with you, and the answer is always yes. Like you, I've come to the conclusion that getting my memories back is immaterial. We can still continue to build our life together, with our children. It's a pity I cannot remember the times that brought us to this point. A pity I still can't remember our wedding."

"Hey I'll show you pictures when we get home. It's a real good story too. It almost didn't happen you know."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I guess you can say if not for Angela, we wouldn't have gotten married." He noticed her gaze too was lingering on his lips.

He leaned forward, just as she leaned towards him. Just as their lips were about to meet, a distinctly British voice interrupted them.

"Dessert."

The couple sprang apart.

Gordon Wyatt stood grinning at them. "Oh don't mind me, carry on."

"We were just…" Booth wondered why he felt like he needed to explain why he was about to kiss his wife.

"Don't you worry Agent Booth. Just like I told you so long ago, all you need is patience."

"Thank you Dr Wyatt. For a lovely meal. This dessert looks very appetizing." Brennan seemed to have changed her interest to the creamily decadent dessert on the table.

"I'll leave you to it then. Perhaps the next time you two visit, bring your children along. I'd love to see them again."

"Yeah, we'll do that." Booth nodded his thanks.

The evening ended and as Booth and Brennan walked up the driveway to their house, they both stopped at the front door. It felt like a first date to Booth as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his pants nervously.

"So had a good time Bones?"

"Yes."

"We should do it again. That is if, Aubrey doesn't mind babysitting again."

"According to you, as long as we have a well-stocked refrigerator, he wouldn't mind right?"

Booth chuckled. "Right."

"We should get inside."

"Yeah… I just…" Booth's gaze again fell to her lips. "Maybe we should…" He leaned towards her, his lips brushing hers.

He felt her grab at the lapels of his jacket as he tried to pull away. She pressed her lips to his, deepening the kiss. Instinctively, his hands went for her hips, pulling her body flush against his. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her as an explosion of love and lust seemed to pool low in her abdomen, rushing though her. Their door suddenly opened and they sprang apart like guilty teenagers caught by an angry parent.

"What the hell Aubrey?!" Booth exclaimed.

"I thought I heard noises."

"We were just on our way in." Brennan replied a tad embarrassed.

"Did we make it home in time for curfew Dad?"

"No need for sarcasm Booth, I really didn't mean to interrupt."

"Are the children okay?" Her concern for their offspring gave Booth hope that she was remembering how to be a parent.

"Yeah, safely in bed."

The threesome entered the house.

"Thank you for babysitting Agent Aubrey." Brennan offered.

"Not a problem. You might want to restock your supply of snacks though."

"We'll do that. Thanks Aubrey."

"I'll go now, so you two an continue what I interrupted." Aubrey winked at Booth.

There was a moment of awkward silence after Aubrey left before Brennan asked, "Should we continue?"

"Do you want us to?"

"I find that I'd like it very much if we did. That kiss though not the first we've shared felt like a first time to me."

Booth grinned. "You sure?"

Brennan nodded. Booth moved towards her as she spoke, resting his hands on her lips, pulling her to him. "But we should not engage in intercourse, your ribs are still healing."

"Whatever you say Bones." Booth murmured against her lips as he took her into his arms again, kissing her languidly.

They stood in their living room kissing, enjoying the feel of each other's lips and tongues as their bodies reminded them of the pleasure they normally gave each other. Satisfied they grinned happily at each other as Booth took her hand, leading her to their children's rooms, as he made his nightly rounds to check on them before he went to bed.

The next morning Brennan woke in Booth's arms. She had the same momentary disorientation, but after a few seconds she remembered. Just like the mornings before, she remembered her amnesia and reminded herself that she was married to Booth. This particular morning, it felt natural. She still had no memory of their life together but she remembered what they talked about the night before in Gordon Wyatt's restaurant. Her lost memories would not affect their life together from now on. She smoothed a hand gently across his chest, her expert fingers probing his ribs.

"Bones! That hurts." He complained.

"Sorry. I can imagine that's not the way you wanted to be woken up."

"Definitely not."

"I just wanted to make sure your cracked ribs didn't become fractured."

"I'm fine Bones. We didn't do anything but kiss last night remember?"

"I remembered, but I was merely concerned for your wellbeing."

Brennan propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at Booth.

"Well? You remember anything?"

"If you're thinking that just like in the fairy tales where the prince kisses the princess and she wakes up from a coma – "

"It wasn't a coma Bones, she was sleeping, waiting for her true love to wake her up."

"The answer is no."

"Yeah figures. I mean I'm not a prince and you're not a princess so why should me kissing you last night work right?"

"Are you angry?"

"I'm a little disappointed but hey it doesn't matter. Like we agreed upon."

Brennan sat up in bed, removing her wedding ring that had been hanging from a necklace round her neck since that morning after the explosion.

"I'd like you to slip this back on my finger."

"I thought you said you'd wait till you get your memories back."

"I'm beginning to think they won't."

"Bones c'mon. Don't give up."

"I'm not. I'm simply accepting the fact that I'm married to you. And I want everyone to know that. That is a reason for the ring am I correct?"

"Yeah kinda." Booth grinned. "So you want the world to know you're mine?"

Brennan shrugged and smiled shyly. "Yes."

Booth sat up, a huge grin on his face. "I can go with that."

He took the ring from her, slipping it onto her ring finger just like that day when they exchanged vows. He pressed a kiss to her lips after, as if to seal the deal. Brennan held up the ring, admiring her hand.

"I like how it looks on my hand."

"Me too Bones."

"I love you Booth."

Booth stared at her for a moment, as if trying to decide if he was dreaming. He flashed her his charm smile. "I love you too Bones."

At that moment, Christine bounded into their room. "Mommy! Daddy! You're home!"

"Yeah we are Pumpkin."

"Would you like to climb into bed with us?" Brennan asked.

"Yeah!"

Christine jumped onto the bed.

"Be careful with your Dad, Sweetheart."

"I know, he hurt his ribs." Christine pointed at her father's chest. "I remember where the ribs are Mommy just like you taught me."

"That's wonderful Christine."

Booth watched with amazement at the exchange between mother and daughter. Just like old times. He pressed a kiss to Christine's head. "I'll go check on Hank. He should be up too."

Booth returned shortly with Hank in his arms. The little boy reached for his mother, and she instinctively welcomed him into her arms. The sight of his family on his bed warmed his heart. Booth blinked back tears.

"Everything okay Booth?"

"Everything's perfect Bones."