Okay, so I lied. This chapter is not the wedding chapter because I got a little carried away, but...the wedding will be in the next chapter. I promise.

Happy reading. Hope you're not too disappointed that you have to wait for the wedding.

:D

The next morning, Booth knocks on his son's bedroom door and then opens it without waiting for a reply. He sees his son sitting up in bed and staring out the window as he rolls a baseball in his hand. "Bub?"

Parker turns his head slowly and looks in the direction of the familiar voice. "Huh?"

"I need to talk to you."

"About the wedding?"

Booth staggers backwards and chokes on saliva. "You know?"

Parker tugs on his sheets. "I have ears, dad." He pauses. "So it's true? You and Bones are getting married?"

"How long have you known about this?"

"A week. The walls in the hospital aren't sound proof, dad, and you and Bones were kinda screaming at each other."

Booth swallows. "Oh. Well, why didn't you say something?"

Parker shrugs one shoulder. "I just figured you didn't want me to know, so I kept my mouth shut." He pauses. "So it's true?" He repeats.

Booth nods. "Yeah, bub. Is that okay with you?"

"Would you call off the wedding if it wasn't okay with me?"

Booth blinks, gripping the doorframe to keep from falling over. "Are you saying that you're not okay with this?"

Parker laughs, tossing the baseball at his dad. He quickly regrets doing that. The ball doesn't make it very far and it causes him to let out a painful whine. "Ow," he mutters through gritted teeth.

"Are you okay, bub?" Booth asks, walking farther into the room.

Parker nods. "Yeah, uh, yeah." He swallows, closing his eyes for a few seconds. When he opens them, his dad is sitting on the edge of his bed. "I'm fine, dad, really." He pauses. "So was that all you needed to talk to me about? The wedding?"

"No, it's not."

Booth turns his head quickly and a smile breaks out on his face. "I thought you were sleeping."

"I was, but now I'm not." Brennan steps into the room and walks over to him. "You told him without me?"

"He heard us. You're louder than you think you are, Bones."

"It takes at least two people to argue," she points out.

"Bub, we wanna ask you something."

Parker nods. "Okay?"

Brennan smiles. "We were wondering if you'd like to be one of our witnesses for the ceremony."

Parker looks between his dad and Brennan. "Witness?"

She nods. "Yes. Your father and I aren't having a tradition ceremony."

"We will, but not right now," Booth adds.

"As I was saying, a judge is coming by the house later this morning to marry us. We need two witnesses. We already have Angela, but your father and I would like you to be the second one. Dr. Hodgins has offered if you, for whatever reason, wish to decline our proposition."

Parker blinks. "You guys are getting married today?"

Booth nods. "We would have told you sooner, bub, but we were giving you time to settle in and things have been pretty crazy since we got back from the hospital. This all happened so fast."

"Do I have to wear a tuxedo?"

"You can just wear what you wear to church, buddy."

After a few minutes of awkward glances, Parker breaks the silence. "Is Bones pregnant?"

Brennan blinks and glances at Booth.

Booth shrugs and turns back to Parker. "What makes you think she's pregnant? Having a baby isn't the only reason why people get married, bub."

Parker nods. "I know, dad, but this girl in my school, she's getting married to her boyfriend 'cause she's gonna have a baby. I just figured that's why you and Bones are getting married so quickly."

"While your data is scarce, that is a logical assumption, Parker."

"So does that mean you're pregnant?"

Booth loops his arm around Brennan's waist and tugs her closer to him. They take a step away from the bed, and he lowers his head, his mouth hovering over her ear. "Can I tell him?"

She turns her head and sighs. "Booth."

"I can't lie to him, Bones, and before you say we're lying to him anyway by not telling him, lying to his face seems worse. In my book, outright saying no, when we both know the answer is yes, is worse than keeping it a secret."

"But you had no problem lying to his face about Santa Claus and the Easter bunny."

"That's different, Bones."

"I don't see how."

Booth rolls his eyes and turns back to his son. "Yeah, bub. Bones is pregnant."

She shakes her head and walks out of the room, heading down the hallway to their bedroom.

Booth cringes at the sound of the door slamming shut and sighs.

"I think she's mad at you, dad."

What did she want me to do? "Yeah, I think so too."

"So I'm gonna be a big brother again?"

Booth nods, sitting on the edge of his son's bed. "How do you feel about that?"

"It doesn't matter, does it? It's not like what I say is gonna change anything. It is what it is."

"Look, bub, even with the new baby, your recovery is still our top priority. I'll give you the same speech I gave you before your sister was born, but I don't think I need to remind you that we love you no matter what."

"I'll, uh, I'll be your witness, dad, but you should probably go apologize to Bones, 'cause if you don't, there won't be any wedding to witness."

Booth sighs and stands up. "You need help?"

"I'm gonna try to do it myself."

"But if you need help, just call for me," Booth says, eyeing the walkie-talkie on the nightstand.

"I know, dad."

Booth smiles and walks towards the door.

"When will you know if I'm gonna have a little brother or a little sister?"

Booth turns back around to face his son, his hand on the doorknob. "What?"

"The baby. When will you know if it's a boy or a girl? Or do you already know?"

"We won't be able to find out for at least another six weeks."

"I hope it's a boy."

Booth smiles. "Me too. Girls are nice, though."

"I like Teeny, but I want a little brother."

"You always have." Booth laughs and leaves the room, heading down the hallway towards the bedroom.

Booth cautiously turns the knob and opens the door to his bedroom. He steps inside and looks around. "Bones?" He hears the familiar scream of the shower turning on, and a minute later, he can hear Brennan's faint mumbling. He smiles and walks over to the bathroom door. He jiggles the knob and finds it locked. It doesn't surprise him. He reaches up and feels around the top of the doorframe for the key. He unlocks the door and shuts it, locking it. "Bones?"

Brennan jumps, letting out a soft terrified scream. "How'd you get in here?"

"I used the key."

"Usually when a door is locked, it means that the person who locked it is in need of privacy or at the very least, some space."

"I'm sorry, Bones. I know I shouldn't have said anything, you made me promise, but what else was I supposed to do? I wasn't about to lie to him."

She tilts her head back and runs her fingers through her hair, pretending not to be listening to him.

"Don't do this, Bones. I'm sorry, okay? I'm really sorry. If he didn't jump to that conclusion on his own, I would have kept the pregnancy a secret."

"You told me that sometimes you lie to spare someone's feelings."

"Yeah, I still think that's true."

She pokes her head out from the shower, covering herself with the shower curtain. "Did you ever think that maybe I was keeping this a secret because I was trying to spare Parker's feelings in case something happens to the baby, Booth?"

He swallows hard, hard enough for someone to hear him gulp.

"The older the woman is, the riskier the pregnancy is. Not to mention, I'm still in my first trimester. Anything can happen, at any time, and maybe, Booth, maybe I was looking out for Parker, trying to spare him the hurt of losing something else so soon after losing his mother." She retreats back into the shower and squeezes the shampoo into her palm.

He takes a step back, bumping into the counter hard. He wipes away the few tears that are dripping down his cheeks and coughs, clearing his throat. "Bones, I had no idea that's why you didn't want to tell him."

"Of course you didn't. You didn't ask."

He pushes off the counter with the sole of his foot and walks over to the shower. He pulls back the curtain just a little and leans against the frame. "I'm sorry."

She rinses out the shampoo and turns her head, opening her eyes. "Under normal circumstances, I have no doubt that Parker could handle a miscarriage, but we're not talking about normal circumstances, here, Booth. He just lost his mother." She pauses. "Parker has your heart. When he loves something, he loves it with everything he has. I wanted to spare him more pain."

He nods and lifts his hand to her cheek. He brushes his thumb against her damp, pale skin and smiles at her. "Nothing's gonna happen to this baby, Bones. Everything's gonna be fine." He pauses. "I won't tell anyone else, I promise, but I really had no choice back there. He asked a direct question. I needed to answer it truthfully."

She leans into his palm and closes her eyes, the hot water pelting her back. "I know."

"So you forgive me?"

She nods. "Yes."

His eyes drift from hers, glossing over her naked body, following the droplets of water as they cascade down her creamy skin. He swallows. "I'll, uh, I'll let you finish showering. I just wanted to make sure we're still getting married today."

"We are. I was momentarily upset that you broke your promise, but I overreacted. It's the hormones."

He steps into the shower and takes her face in his hands, leaning down and planting a kiss on her lips. "Thanks for looking out for my son's feelings, Bones."

"Booth, you're getting all wet."

He shrugs and pulls back. He opens his eyes and looks at her, one corner of his mouth twisting up into a smirk. He's drawn back to her, his lips pressing against hers once again. He takes a step back and his hands fall to her hips. He pulls her flush against him and deepens the kiss.

She swallows and clutches his T-shirt in her fists. Her breathing quickens and she moves her hand down to his waist, slipping it under his shirt.

He grunts, sucking hard on her bottom lip, and reaches behind her to turn off the shower. He struggles to locate the handle as their kisses pick up in both speed and intensity. He turns her around and presses her against the wall, straddling her. He lets his hand wander, gliding it across her damp skin, eliciting a moan from her. He pulls back, tilting his head and kissing along her jaw, down her neck, and settling in the hollow of her collarbone, sucking at the water droplets hugging her skin.

She wraps her arms around him and claws at his back. "Booth," she gasps.

"Mmhmm," he mumbles, pressing himself against her.

"Ow."

He steps back quickly and looks at her. "What? What happened?"

She shakes her head. "Nothing. My breasts are tender."

"Mommy! Daddy! Where are you?" Christine sings as she skips into the bedroom.

He gives Brennan a quick kiss on the lips, turns on the shower again, and quickly hops out. He grabs a towel and wraps it around himself, before heading out into the bedroom. "Princess, what's wrong?"

Christine giggles. "Did you fall in the potty, daddy? You're all wet."

He shakes his head. "No, silly." He drops the towel and scoops her up, carrying her under his arm over to the bed. He sets her down with a playful and gentle body slam and then sits on the edge of bed. "So tell daddy what's going on?"

Christine smiles wide. "Look, daddy."

His eyes widen. "Check that out, princess."

Brennan emerges from the bathroom, a small smile on her face. "What's going on?"

"Look, mommy." Christine slips off the bed and walks over to her. She smiles wide and points to her teeth.

"Hey, you lost a tooth."

"I didn't lose it, mommy. It's right here." Christine holds out her hand, showing the tiny tooth in the center of her palm.

Brennan nods. "My mistake. I mean, your tooth fell out."

Christine nods. "I'm gonna put it under my pillow right now, so the tooth fairy can find it easy." She smiles again and takes off down the hallway.

Brennan shakes her head at the mention of the Tooth fairy and looks at Booth. "How did Parker react to the pregnancy? Does he seem excited?"

Booth smiles at her. "He wants a little brother."

"Well, I'm afraid that's not up to us to decide. The sex of our baby has already been determined."

He gives her a quick kiss, smiling against her lips. "How're you feeling?"

"I'm feeling better now." She tweaks an eyebrow and smirks, straddling him and lifting his chin with her thumb. She lowers her head and pushes her lips against his, pressing her hand into his chest.

He shifts uncomfortably on the mattress and reciprocates the kiss, a groan escaping. "What has gotten into you?" He mutters huskily the second she deepens the kiss.

She pulls back and sits down beside him.

"We are definitely having a boy."

"What's your proof?"

"There's nothing conclusive, but when you were pregnant with Christine, you wouldn't even let me near you for the first four and a half months."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" He blurts out, taking her hand. "No."

"Good." She twists her body and rests her hands on his cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss.

He breaks the kiss first and skims his thumb across her perfectly soft cheek, smiling. "I've missed you."

"How can you miss something that's been here the whole time?"

"That's not what I meant, Bones, and you know it."

She nods. "I missed you too." She stands up and tugs on the towel to adjust it. "My father will be here shortly to pick up Christine for the morning. Did Parker decide if he wants to be a witness or not?"

"He's gonna do it."

"Great." She smiles. "I'm done in the bathroom if you want to shower."

He stands up and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it towards the hamper. "I'll pick that up later," he whispers in her ear as he passes her on his way into the bathroom.

She walks over to closet and looks through her clothes for the solid blue dress that she bought with Angela months ago. Angela had told her it was to die for, whatever that means, and it's about two shades darker than her eyes. She's hoping it still fits her.

He shuts the door, leaving it unlocked, and strips fully. He turns on the shower and steps in, pulling the curtain shut. He lets out a breath and tries to relax. He's anxious. He was anxious last night, but right now, as he stands under the showerhead, getting pummeled with streaming hot water, he can't think straight. He's excited and nervous, so much so that he feels like he's going to vomit. He breathes in and out slowly, closing his eyes and running his fingers back through his hair. Relax. She's the love of your life.

She shuts the bedroom door, locking it. She loosens the towel, letting it fall to a puddle at her feet. She lifts her head and looks in the full length mirror on the door. She rests her hand on her still relatively flat stomach. She swallows, a smile gracing her lips. She tears herself away from the mirror and continues getting dressed.

Thankfully, she can zip up her dress. It's a tight fit, almost uncomfortable but not quite. She smoothes down the fabric and shimmies a little, pulling on the skirt. She adjusts the straps and finds herself in front of the mirror again. She doesn't remember it being this revealing, but then again, she wasn't two and half months pregnant when she first tried it on.

He emerges from the bathroom ten minutes later, a towel hugging his waist. His eyes widen and he stumbles backwards into the doorknob. He groans. That's the second time in a week that he's done that. He swallows hard, staring at her in the mirror. "Bo, uh, Bones," he gasps.

She turns around, tugging on the top of the bodice. She smiles at him, warily, and takes a step forward, towards him. "Is this what you had in mind?"

He's speechless, utterly speechless. "Wow. You look—wow." He blinks rapidly, his eyes dancing across her curves. He's not sure where to look.

"My breasts have grown bigger since I bought this dress, so it's more revealing than I originally thought it was. It's also tighter than I remember it being."

He's not even listening to a word she's saying. He draws his bottom lip into his mouth and sucks on it as he stares at her.

"Have you lost the ability to form words, Booth?"

"Uh, um, wow." That's all he manages to utter.

"Booth?"

He shakes his head, focusing on her eyes. "You look beautiful." He takes a step towards her, trying to keep his eyes trained on her face. "I'm glad Angela persuaded you to buy that dress, Bones. You look amazing."

"I have to admit I was afraid it wasn't going to fit."

"What? Why?"

"My body has gone through some significant changes since I bought this dress, Booth."

"You are not fat, Bones."

"I never said I was nor do I think I am. I was referring to the changes that occur during pregnancy."

"Oh. Well, you still look amazing, better than amazing." He closes the gap between them and can't resist kissing her.

She kisses back, but then pulls back. "I need to finish getting ready and so do you. My father will be here at ten and it's already 9:30. The judge is scheduled to arrive at 10:30 and since this is such short notice, there are a few things we need to discuss before he gets here."

"Like what?"

"Such as what we're going to do about rings."

"Oh, I took care of that. Angela's picking up the rings."

"You chose rings without me present?"

He sighs. "They're simple, gold bands, Bones. I wanted your ring to be a surprise. Plus, I wasn't sure if you wanted to wear a ring or not, so I didn't want to bring it up."

"I'm not opposed to wearing jewelry."

"I know that, but it's not about the ring, but what it represents."

"I'll wear the ring, Booth."

"Really?"

She nods. "Yes."

He smiles. "What else do we have to talk about?"

"We need to discuss what will happen during the ceremony, such as the vows and if we are exchanging rings then or after."

He nods. "Oh, okay. We can talk about that after Max picks up Christine."

"That's what I was thinking as well." She walks into the bathroom, leaving the door open just a crack.

"Wear your hair down, Bones, and leave it a little bit wavy."

"That was my next question, actually."

"I'm a mind reader."

"Those don't exist, Booth," she calls back to him.

He laughs and heads over to the closet. He runs his hand through his tie collection and selects a blue striped tie, the lighter blue being almost the same exact shade as Brennan's dress. He loosens his towel and stares at his clothes.

"Can you wear your grey suit?"

He nods, reaching for his grey suit jacket and slacks. "Sure thing, baby." He laughs, grabs a pair of boxer briefs from his dresser, and then proceeds to get dressed. He's standing at the door, fixing his tie in the mirror, when Brennan comes out of the bathroom. He turns his head and blinks. "Damn, Bones." Looking that beautiful should be illegal.

She smiles at him. "I assume that means you approve of my look."

He nods. "Uh-huh." He pauses, and under his breath, he mutters, "But you'll look even more stunning in white."

She walks over to him and pulls his hands away. She loosens his tie and straightens it, tightening it again. She fixes his shirt collar and smoothes down his lapels. She tilts her head back and he lowers his, kissing her.

He can feel her smile against his lips as he deepens the kiss.

She takes a step back, swallowing. "We should go downstairs and wait for my father."

He sighs. "Right, yeah."

"Tonight will technically be our wedding night and traditionally that means—."

He cuts her off with a kiss, nodding. "I know what that means."

She walks over to the closet and grabs her heels. "I'll see you downstairs."

He nods and follows her out of the room.

She continues on, while he slips into his son's room.