2. With pancakes
Ever since she had shown Booth that she knew how to make pancakes after her stint as a short order cook, it had been a bone of contention between them. She had simply wanted to show him that she had grown and that sometimes she would like to prepare breakfast for her family. It was a mom's job after all. But she supposed that to Booth, it would look like that she didn't need him. Nothing could be more from the truth. In fact, Booth made her heart sing. He had freed her from her emotional prison and had taught her how to love. He had loved her so long and so unconditionally, even when he had been with Bagdad Barbie. She had hurt him so many times, first outside of the Hoover, then deciding to go to Maluku, then by not contacting him for months. He had hurt her too, but if he hadn't she may not have ever learned that she needed him in her life in any capacity she could have him. If Hannah had said yes, she would have stepped aside and supported him. The only thing that mattered was his happiness, but he had taken a chance on her again, and she would not let him down. That's why on this Sunday morning she flipped an overly stiff pancake and popped another onto the large plate. It had only taken her a moment to make up her mind. Once made up, she rarely saw the need to change it. She picked the last pancake up with the spatula and plopped it on the platter before she turned off the burner. She went to the refrigerator and grabbed the can of Redi whip and gave it a shake. Next, she put the pancakes in order of size in and began to write the words that would change both of their loves. The phrase "Will You Marry Me?" was written neatly on two rows of hotcakes. Deciding something was missing, she smiled as she put a cherry on top.
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