A/N: This chapter just has Brennan's perspective. This is the last chapter but I'm going to write an epilogue (or two). Here comes some fluff with a side of cheese! Enjoy! Let me know what you think!

Amazing

I feel sweet
Do you feel sweet?
It's amazing
I have no skin
And I feel everything
It's amazing
I feel good
When you feel good
I knew I would
And it's amazing
I've wanted this for so long
Now the deed has been done
We shall rise with the sun
And spend our time as one

"Nondenominational churches in DC," I say as I type on my computer. I know the best way to make Booth happy is if we get married in a church. It would be hard for me not to make anthropological observations during the ceremony. Booth was mad at me for a week when Quinn was baptized. I apologized over and over again but he should've known not to let me stand right next to the priest.

The search engine gives me too many results to handle. I grab the baby monitor and quietly walk out of my office. Cam has allowed me to bring Quinn to the Jeffersonian and, thankfully, Booth was too opposed to the idea. He wanted to hire a nanny but I want Quinn with me until she's old enough to go to preschool in two years. And Angela has also been gracious enough to watch Quinn when field work comes up, which was a big bonus because I did not want to stop working in the field.

I shut my office door behind me and make my way to Angela's office.

"I need a favor," I say. My friend eyes the monitor in my hand.

"I get to watch the baby?" she asks. Angela loves Quinn almost as much as her own children.

"No," I tell her and she looks disappointed. "I need help finding a nondenominational church."

"For what?" Angela asks, now forgetting about baby duty.

I look behind me and make sure Booth isn't there. "I want to have our wedding in a church. But a nondenominational one. I don't really have time to look over the thousands of links I found in the search I did."

"Aw, Sweetie! You are going to make Booth one very happy man when he finds out."

I smile. "That's the plan."

Her eyes get big. "So…this means an actual dress?"

"What? I don't understand."

Angela grins at me. "If you get married in a church, you have to have a dress! We can go shopping!"

I shake my head. "No. I do not want a big dress. No."

"Sweetie, who said anything about a big dress? Something simple will be fine. You need a dress though. I'll only help you look for a church if you get a dress," Angela bargains.

I sigh. She's right. It would also make Booth very happy to have a wedding he's always wanted. Even if it means me in a wedding dress.

"Fine. Shopping on Saturday?"

She perks up. "Yes! I'll pick you up at ten. Bring the baby?"

I shake my head. "I'm not going to want to change diapers while trying on dresses. She'll be fine with Booth. And she's hardly a baby anymore. She's almost a year old. She'll start talking soon."

"No. No, no, no, no, no. You're bringing her. I'll change all of her diapers all Saturday and all next week if you bring her. Deal?"

I smile at her and nod. I could handle not changing diapers for a week. I'm ready for Quinn to start using the toilet.

"Look for a church!" I shout over my shoulder as I walk out of her office. She nods and just as I swipe my access card for the platform, Quinn whines through the monitor.

"Dr. Brennan, I could get her if you'd like. My notes on my findings are in the file. I'd be happy to take care of her for just a while, Dr. B," Dr. Bray says.

"Wendell, that's very nice of you, but I doubt you want to change a dirty diaper," I say to him as I walk back down the platform steps. Wendell, who's only been Dr. Bray for a few months now, has been a big help with Quinn as well.

"Oh, I don't mind, Dr. B. Quinn's real easy to take care of." He smiles at me and it's almost as charming as Booth's.

"Okay, Dr. Bray. There are wipes and diapers in her bag and a few toys. If she's hungry, slice up a banana. She can chew on that. If she eats that and she's still fussy, there's a jar of sweet potatoes in her bag as well."

"No worries, Dr. Brennan! I've got it all under control," he says to me as he jogs toward my office.

I turn off the baby monitor and begin to look at the remains.

"Hiya, Bones! Where's my little princess?" I hear Booth behind me.

"You really shouldn't call her that. Technically, she's not royalty."

He laughs. "Well, she is to me. Is she still asleep?"

I shake my head. "Dr. Bray is taking care of her now. I could use his assistance if you'd like to take Quinn."

He doesn't respond but runs straight to my office.

"Bren!" Angela shouts. "I found one! Come see it!"

I remove my gloves and head to Angela's office.

"Booth's here?" she asks as I shut the door. I nod and walk to her desk.

"Look, this place is gorgeous. It's a little chapel downtown. It can be used for nondenominational ceremonies. It's perfect for you guys. Do you want me to call and book it for you?" The chapel is small and would only hold about fifty people, which is fine with me since neither Booth nor I have many people we would want to invite. It has stone walls with ivy covering half the front wall and over the doorway. The doors are made of solid oak panels and flowers surround the small sidewalk to the doors. The interior is just as charming as the exterior. The walls are stone inside as well and the ceilings have banisters. Every window is stained glass and puts beautiful shadows on the walls.

I tell her yes and she asks for the date. "It's not set but Booth wants spring. Or early summer. I'm thinking April. Or even May."

"Okay, I'll call. Go make sure Booth doesn't come in," she tells me. I stand guard at the door.

"Third weekend in April?" she asks, holding a hand over the receiver. I nod and watch my office door for any sign of Booth and Quinn leaving.

"Okay, it's settled. Wanna go tell him?" Angela asks me.

"No, I want to after I have a dress. Shh, he's coming."

Angela hides the screen and we pretend to talk about the case.

"Once you're done with the skull, do you want me to put a face on it?" she asks, trying to hide our mischievous grins. I simply nod and turn to Booth and Quinn.

"Bones, she said dada! Listen. Sweetie, who's this?" He points to himself. She indeed says dada and Booth spins her around and kisses her all over.

"Okay, now who's this?" Booth points to me.

"Mmm – mmmmmma." Quinn tries. I grin, knowing she's incredibly close to speaking.

"Ma-ma," Booth says for her, hoping she can imitate him

She says mama and points a little finger at me. Without asking, I take my daughter from Booth. I hug her tight. I never knew I could feel so much love for one little person.

"We're getting married at Saint Cecilia's. The little chapel downtown. Don't change your mind, Angela already booked it. And I'm taking Quinn with me on Saturday when Angela and I go dress shopping. I need to get a wedding dress and find a dress for Quinn. She'll need something nice to wear," I blurt out, still overwhelmingly happy from my daughter's first words.

"We're getting married in a church?" Booth asks, his grin getting wider.

"A chapel," I correct. And he pulls our daughter and I into a hug. I attempt to hug him back and he kisses the top of my head.

"Thank you, Bren. It means a lot to me," he whispers.

"I know," I whisper back. I lean into his hug and Quinn struggles in my arm, trying to find a comfortable position between us.

"I love you, Bren. So, so much."

"I know. I love you, too."