Chapter 2 - first time in three and a half years
AN: This story now jumps to three and a half years after Booth left. Celia is now almost three (if you really want to be specific she would be about 2 years and 9 months old.)
You, Celia, Angela, Hodgins, and Cam are sitting in a booth at Wong Foos waiting for Sid to bring out your orders, when you notice Angela and Hodgins freeze in their seats staring out the window. Just as you turn to look you hear the door opening with a cold breeze blowing over your table. You know without turning around who it is. You may not have heard or seen him in over three and a half years but you still can feel his presence in the room.
Celia, oblivious to what is happening, tugs on your sleeve and tells you she has to go potty. Ange quickly intervenes saying that she will take her.
The movement of Celia climbing over your's and Cam's laps draws the attention of Booth over towards your group. He takes one look at Celia and then glances at you with questions in his eyes. He knows she is yours but not that she is his.
He abruptly turns and walks out the door. You scramble out of your seat and follow him outside.
He is halfway down the street by the time you make it outside.
"WHY?" You yell to be heard over the rain pounding down around you. "Why did you leave? You promised you never would."
"I left before you could leave me, besides it looks like you wasted no time in moving on."
"Wha-" You were cut off by him sweeping his arm in the direction of a little girl who is looking around the restaurant for you.
"You wasted no time. What was it not even a month after I left that you became pregnant?"
"You're wrong, she's –"
"MOMMY!! Auntie Ange says I can stay with her tonight, can I?"
You glance at the door and over your daughter's head catching the message displayed for you in Angela's eyes. Telling you, you have to tell him but not in front of her. "Of course you may, I'll see you tomorrow." Celia runs out into the rain to give you a quick hug and kiss before running back and grabbing Ange's hand and walking back inside to grab their stuff.
After they walk away he speaks again. "So who was it? Who was it that you just couldn't wait to get in bed with?" You can hear the judgment and disdain in his voice.
"What does it matter to you?" You glance away unable to look into the eyes of the man you once loved, the man that left you for no reason. "You're the one who left, you made you're choice."
You turn and walk to your car, not caring that you are completely drenched, only wanting to escape. Pausing for a moment before closing your door, you say only three words. "She is yours." Not caring if he heard them or not, you close the door and drive off. Glancing back only once at the man who broke your heart, wiping the lone tear that is starting to make it's way down your face.