I hear my Dad honking the horn from his black SUV. I run out the house slamming the door behind me. My dad has the passenger window rolled down.

"Come on. I've got your favorite candy."

I laugh at my dad, shaking my head, as I get into the truck.

"Dad, you realize you just sounded like a child pedophile. I'm pretty sure someone called the police on you."

My dad laughs handing me the brown bag full of Sour Patches. I love sour candy. You could persuade me to bury a body for an unlimited supply of sour watermelons. Not a joke at all. We ride with the radio on for about five minutes before I cut it off.

"Hey, Chrissy!" My dad exclaims making me smile.

"Hey Dad, can I ask you a question without an interrogation?"

My dad gives me a funny look but I just stare at him with my puppy dog eyes. He nods for me to continue.

"When did you know you were in love with mom?"

My dad starts to laugh until he realizes I'm serious.

"Is this important?"

"Just curiosity Dad."

"And curiosity killed the cat."

"But I'm a human, not a cat." I reply back laughing.

"Fine. I realized I had feelings for your mom when we found your grandmother's bones."

"No Dad. I mean, when did you realize you were in love with her? Do you and mom understand English?"

My dad laughs at me but keeps his eyes on the road ahead.

"Well I knew I was falling in love with her when she was kidnapped and buried alive during the Grave Digger case even though I was dating Cam."

"Cam? … Dr. Saroyan? Aunt Cam?" I ask, mouth wide open.

"Yes, that Cam. Surprised no one ever told you. … I knew for sure that I was in love with Bones when I had come out of my coma after my tumor surgery."

"It literally took you two entire years to come to a 100% positive conclusion about mom. Wow. Wow."

My dad laughs but then turns to look at me.

"Wait, how do you know how long that was?"

"Sweets."

"You've been talking to Sweets about your mom and me?"

"Relax Dad, don't have a heart attack. What do you think I do at the agency waiting for you to finish when I'm there afterschool on Tuesdays and Thursday."

"I sure as hell didn't think you were talking to Sweets."

"Yea, I've been conversing with Sweets for like four years now. Ever since I started hanging out at the Bureau after school."

"Sweets has a job to do Chrissy." My dad says to me.

No shit Seeley. I roll my eyes at him.

"Dad, yea I know. He doesn't have any appointments on Tuesdays and Thursdays from four thirty to eight. That's when we talk, plus he enjoys my company."

"So why are you talking about Bones and me?"

"I was curious. I'm writing a book."

My dad stops the car suddenly causing me to jerk forward.

"What the hell Dad?" I exclaim at him.

"Did you just say you were writing a book?"

"Yea, Sweets has been helping me."

My dad starts to drive again but the car is going slower than it was. His jaw looks tense.

"What is the book about?"

"Brennan and Booth." I say smiling.

My dad throws me a look; I know he doesn't like people in his business especially when it comes to mom. But everyone knows mostly everything except their personal conversations, with some exceptions.

"So you must know about the book Sweets wrote."

"Yea, I do. The manuscript is on my desk."

"The what?" My dad asks, looking at me with shock in his eyes.

"The manuscript. He never got it published, well not yet. He was writing a sequel. I was reading it as a reference for my book."

"Have you told Bones?"

I look at my dad. He is getting old, is he losing his mind?

"No. Mom does not have a clue about anything especially about me hanging with Sweets. Sweets would be a pile of bones on the counter at the Jeffersonian." I say making us laugh.

"So what did you ask Bones?"

"The same question I asked you." I tell him eating my candy.

"So … what did she say?"

I laugh at loud, literally at my father.

"Dad, you're pumping me for information on your wife! Really?"

I laugh at my dad shaking my head at him.

"I don't know everything about Bones Chris."

My dad is the only one who calls me Chris. It's like our special thing.

"I know. She told me when she got feelings for you and when she realized she was in love with you."

My dad looks at me like I'm supposed to say more.

"What?"

"Don't you have more to say?"

"No Seeley, I don't."

My dad laughs pushing my shoulder.

"Come on Chris. Tell me."

"If I tell you, you have to promise me that you will never tell Mom anything I say. Ever."

"What about on my death bed?"

I laugh at my dad.

"As long as you and mom are financing me, you cannot tell her anything."

My dad nods his head making me smile at him. He turns the corner laughing.

"I asked mom the same question more than three years ago. She told me that she realized she had feelings for you when she was buried alive with the gravedigger. She never said anything though," I tell him watching him smile as his ego grows, "She said she realized she was in love with you when you got shot."

"Which time?"

"Fat Pam." I tell him making him laugh.

"Who told you about Pam?"

"Sweets and Mom. Mom never said who shot you but Sweets told me. Luckily it didn't take Mom another two years to be sure. She just never said anything because you faked your death. I heard she slugged you though."

"Did Sweets tell you he was the one who never told your Mom?"

"Yea. Mom realized it was an experiment, you didn't. He wanted to see Mom's reaction. Mom just said it was fine because she didn't want you to go crazy and beat Sweets up, which you would have."

"Sure would have."

My dad loves showing that he's big and strong, alpha male just like my mom said.

"So what's with the book Christine?"

I smile at my dad using my full name.

"Just … everyone kept saying that I was the reason you two finally quit denying your feelings. So I started asking questions about you guys. I write it all in a journal."

"You mean that notebook you drew all over with the gray marker?"

"That's the one." I tell him smiling.

"Let's see it."

"No. No one but Sweets can read it until it's done. He's helping me."

"So are you into psychology now?"

"Dad, I want to study it in college. I've just never said anything because Mom hates psychology. I think it's interesting. I'd double major in journalism and psychology."

"Wow. You are trying to kill Brennan."

I laugh at my dad. Sometimes when he refers to my mom by one of her many names, I find it funny.

"No Dad. Just being honest."

"So what's it called?"

"What's what called?" I ask him as we pull into the Jeffersonian parking lot.

"The book."

I smile as we pull into the parking lot and get out of the SUV. We walk into the lab.

"You never answered Christine."

"It's called Rationally Destiny."

"Does it say your mom and I were always in love with one another?"

I look at Seeley Booth and laugh at him. My dad can be so predictable at times.

"No. My conclusion is that you two were fate. You both tried to disrupt fate and stray away from the path. Just like Grandma told Mom, if you love something let it go, if it comes back then you know."

Dad looks at me smiling as I shine my Brennan eyes on him. I wave to my Dad going into Angela's office.