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Brennan had been in the middle of bathing her daughter when she heard a knock on her front door. Exasperated, Brennan wrapped her baby in a dry towel and carried her to the front door. Opening the front door, Brennan found Angela standing on the front step with two bags in her hands.
Turning around, Brennan called over her shoulder, "I'm bathing Christine."
Seeing that her timing may have been a little off, Angela walked into the living room and put her packages onto the couch. Walking back to the front door, Angela closed the door and then followed Brennan into the kitchen.
Brennan had finished drying off Christine and was dressing her. Angela, smiling, walked over next to Brennan and said, "How have you been, Brennan? Christine is so adorable; she definitely has your eyes."
Smiling, Brennan said, "Actually, since most Caucasian babies are born with blue or gray eyes then it is difficult to really know what her eye color will eventually be. She could end up with Booth's brown eyes by the time she's had her first birthday. I would like her eye color to be the same as Booth's eye color; but, he would like Christine's eye color to stay the blue they are right now."
Smiling, Angela said, "Well, she has pretty blue eyes now and since Booth's eyes are that gorgeous brown then either way she'll have beautiful eyes."
Finishing dressing Christine, Brennan picked her up and carried her into the living room. Sitting down on the couch, Brennan waited for Angela to sit down next to her.
Staring at Brennan, Angela said, "Listen Sweetie, I have a question I want to ask you. I know you don't like people to beat around the bush; so, I'm just going to ask you. Are you and Booth married?"
Shaking her head, Brennan said, "No, we are not."
Looking at Christine, Angela said, "You do know that Booth calls you his wife, don't you? Jack heard him tell some Sheriff's deputy, on Saturday that he was waiting for his wife to come get him."
Nodding her head, Brennan said, "Yes, I am aware that he did that."
Frowning, Angela asked, "Why would he call you his wife when you aren't married?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Brennan said, "Booth said that he was so sick from the skunk odor and that his headache was so bad that it was a miracle that he didn't say his mother was coming to get him. He told me that he had found it hard to concentrate when he was near Hodgins and Daisy when they were emitting such a strong smell. Booth said he has never felt so sick around a smell before and he found it very unsettling."
Nodding her head, Angela said, "Yeah, well, I agree that they smelled bad or at least Jack did. He took so many showers Saturday and Sunday that I thought he was going to scrub his skin off. I had to wash Booth's clothes three times and I'm still not sure that they don't need it again."
Pointing at the bags on the couch, Angela continued, "I brought them back; but, if I was Booth, I think I'd just throw them away."
Smiling, Brennan said, "Booth already told me that he plans to throw the spare clothes away that Hodgins and Daisy borrowed from him. He told me that he could never wear them again without feeling sick."
Nodding her head, Angela smiled and then asked, "Are you and Booth going to get married?"
Looking at Christine sleeping her arms, Brennan said, "Someday, perhaps."
Smiling, Angela said, "Don't forget that I want to be your matron of honor at your wedding. I mean you don't have a sister; so, who better than your adopted sister?"
Looking at Angela and then Christine, Brennan asked, "Would you like to hold Christine?"
Nodding her head, Angela said, "You bet. I was hoping you'd let me."
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That evening, when Booth arrived home, Booth found Brennan sitting in the living room, feeding Christine. Walking over to the couch, Booth sat down next to Brennan and put his right arm around her shoulders. Leaning over and kissing Brennan he then sat back to watch Christine eat.
Smiling, Brennan said, "How are you feeling this evening? Has your headache gone away yet?"
Nodding his head, Booth said, "Finally."
Staring at Booth, Brennan said, "I've been thinking about my marriage proposal to you."
Wary, Booth looked at his left hand and said, "Oh yeah?"
Leaning over and kissing Booth, Brennan said, "I think we should be married on St. Valentine's Day Massacre Day."
Puzzled, Booth asked, "Why that day? I thought you consider that day to be a made up holiday that was created by the candy manufacturers and the flower growers."
Nodding her head, Brennan said, "Yes; but, that day holds sentimental value to me."
Not understanding, Booth asked, "Because it's a day set aside for love?"
Shaking her head, Brennan said, "No that day has personal sentimental value to me. It is the day that I feel that my best friend started to become my best friend again."
Puzzled, Booth asked, "I was mean to you and everyone else on that day. I was angry and I shouldn't have been taking out my anger on you and everyone else on that day; but, I did and I'm sorry."
Smiling, Brennan said, "And yet, on that day you also showed me that friends could hang out together and do something fun without any other expectations. You may have been angry and hurting; but, you spent the evening with me at the firing range and we had a lot of fun. You treated me as your friend and I hadn't realized how much I missed that until we were friends again. I missed you Booth. I really did and when we were having so much fun that evening I realized that it might be possible that you might be my best friend again someday and that made me very happy. When we get married, I want to get married on that day."
Leaning over and kissing Brennan, Booth said, "Anything for my best friend, Bones."
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A/N = What did you think of this story? This part of the story is going to stop here. I wrote most of it before the season finale and as we all know, in a few episodes from this time frame we had Brennan flee with Christine leaving Booth behind. I had planned to work this story around the ending making it a summer hiatus story; but, that plan went out the window with the season finale. I had to rethink my story line and I realized that when I do continue this story it will be to venture into more angst than I had originally intended. When I continue this story it will be done as a sequel so that those of you who do not like angst will have the option to stay away from it. It's title will be "The Smell of Death Part II". I promise you that the sequel will not be used to bash anyone except Agent Flynn. I really don't like him.
As you know I like fluff so I will be updating "Boots Booth" this summer so that option will be available for those of you who want some light entertainment while we wait for the new season of Bones to start up.
I am starting a three chapter story next titled "Seatbelts." It's something I wrote last January. Also just to give you a heads up; work is getting ready to be intense again; so, I may not post stories as often as I normally do. I'll try though. I still plan to update "Booths Diary" at least once a week.