After Max and Angela leave, Hank and Brennan are sitting at the island counter, while Booth's standing across from them, leaning over the counter, propping himself up on his forearms. He looks into the living room and smiles at his two kids, who are both asleep on the couch.
Brennan stands up, pushing in the chair and leaving the room rather swiftly.
Booth blinks. "Bones?" He jerks back when he hears the bathroom door slam shut.
"Is everything alright with Temperance, Shrimp?"
Hank's voice startles Booth and he focuses on the older man. He clears his throat, his eyes drifting towards the hallway again.
Hank shifts on the chair. "Seeley? Earth to Seeley."
Booth blinks. "Huh?" He swallows. "What, Pops?"
"I asked if your lady was alright."
"Oh." Booth nods. "Yeah, she's, yeah."
"I know when you're lying."
"Just drop it, Pops, okay? Bones is fine."
"Is she sick? Is that why you got married so quickly?"
Booth coughs. "What? No! Don't even put that out in the universe, Pops."
"Sorry, Shrimp. I had to ask." Hank pauses. "Is she pregnant?"
Booth eyes snap back to his grandfather and he swallows.
"So she is pregnant."
"No, I didn't say that. I never said that." Booth sighs. "Okay, fine, yeah, Pops, Bones is pregnant. You're gonna be a great grandpa again." His slight scowl turns into an unmistakably happy grin.
Hank smiles and turns his head when he hears footsteps. "Congratulations, sweetheart."
Brennan stops moving towards the island counter and looks at Booth, her eyebrows knitted together in a mixture of annoyance, anger, and confusion. "You told him?"
"He guessed. Just like Max guessed."
"How did you know that?"
"What else would your father need to talk to you about in private? You weren't fooling anyone in that dress, Bones."
"Are you calling me fat?"
"What!? No! That is not what I'm saying."
"Then what were you implying, Booth?"
"It's not important."
"I'm curious."
Booth grunts. "Fine. I'm just saying that you fill out that dress very, um, very well." He swallows and glances at his grandfather then back at her. "Can we not talk about this right now, Bones?" He feels heat rise to his cheek and he wipes his palms against his shirt.
"Oh. You're implying that my breasts are larger and therefore a reasonable assumption would be that I am in fact pregnant. I don't dispute that."
"Bones, please," Booth pleads through gritted teeth.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Booth." Brennan smiles at him, letting out a soft chuckle.
"Can we just, can we change the subject now, please?"
Brennan looks at Hank. "Thank you. While this is unexpected and inconvenient, I find that I am excited and very happy about the baby."
Booth turns his head. "You are?"
She nods, smiling at him. "Yes, though this pregnancy is proving to be a real pain in my ass, figuratively speaking." She walks over to the refrigerator and opens the door, grabbing a water bottle from the shelf.
Hank laughs. "Have you told Parker and Christine yet?"
"Parker knows, but I would like to wait a little longer before we tell Christine. I plan on telling her after my twelve week ultrasound. I can show her the sonogram picture for proof and the risk of miscarriage is significantly lower at that point."
Booth swallows, his smile turning back into the beginnings of a scowl. "You're planning on telling her?"
"I mean, we, you and I. I said that I was planning on telling her because I haven't discussed this particular plan with you yet. The actual time we tell her is not yet decided, but that's when I think will be the best time to tell her, hence why I used the singular pronoun, I, instead of the plural, we, but I want us to tell her together."
Booth lets out a breath, relieved. "Good."
"I won't shut you out this time, Booth. I promise. I learned my lesson." She absently rests her hand on her stomach and smiles.
Booth glances at her, following her movements with a watchful eye.
She quickly shakes out of her reverie and looks at Hank. "Are you going to be joining us for dinner, Hank?"
"If you'll have me."
"You're welcome to stay." Brennan fights back a yawn, feeling very tired all of a sudden. She walks over to the refrigerator and grabs a water bottle from the middle shelf on the door. She untwists the cap and chugs half of it within a couple seconds.
"Thirsty, there, Bones?" Booth teases, smiling at her.
"Shut up." She finishes the rest of the bottle and tosses it in the recycling bin under the sink.
Booth's still smirking at her when she walks around the island and sits back down in her seat.
She glares at him. "Shut up."
"I didn't say anything."
She reaches for a banana and peels the skin back slowly. She bites off the tip and glances at Booth. "I'm hungry. Go away."
Booth laughs. He can't help it. "Sorry, Bones."
"You should be."
Hank glances between the two of them. "Did I miss something?"
"Just that apparently my habits are very amusing to Booth," she says, continuing to break off pieces of her banana and pop them in her mouth.
Booth smiles at her.
"So what are your plans for the rest of the day?" Hank asks, attempting to change the subject.
Booth shrugs. "Don't know, Pops."
"I might go to the lab for a few hours. I missed so much when I was staying at the hospital."
"You're going to work? On our wedding day?"
She just blinks.
"I know this meant nothing to you. To you, this is like any other day, so fine, go to work." Booth looks down at his hand, twisting his ring around his finger.
"Why are you so upset? I said I might go to the lab. I haven't decided anything yet, Booth." She pauses and sets the banana peel on the counter. She thinks for a second and then looks at him. "It's irrational, but I—I feel different."
That gets Booth's attention. He lifts his head and stares at her. "What?"
"I said I feel different." She swallows. "It doesn't make any sense because nothing has changed, other than the fact that we're now wearing wedding bands, but I felt something, after the ceremony, when we kissed, it was, it was different." She pauses. "Also, although nothing is permanent and I cannot predict the future, I feel more, um, secure in our relationship. It's silly and it makes absolutely no sense."
Booth's face brightens. He reaches across the island counter and takes her hand in his. He leans in close, their faces inches apart, his smile growing wider the longer he looks at her. "It's not silly and it makes complete sense to me, Bones. I feel it too. All of what you just said, I feel it too."
She brushes her thumb against his and flicks her eyes up to his, her smile beginning to mimic his. "You do?"
Booth nods. "Yeah."
Hank slips off the chair. "I'm just going to go check on Parker and Christine." He walks out of the room and into the living room, leaving Booth and Brennan alone in the kitchen, oblivious.
Booth walks around the island counter and frames her face in his hands, tilting her head back and lowering his until his lips are barely an inch away from hers. He smiles, shutting his eyes and closing the gap between them.
She reaches up and cups the nap of his neck, shifting on the chair. She tugs on his shirt, pulling him closer to her.
He lets out a muffled grunt and takes another step forward, his legs pressing against the edge of the chair. He slides his hand up into her hair and tangles his fingers through her auburn tresses. He pulls back and dives for her neck, pecking softly at her skin.
A deep-throated giggle escapes her lips and she shivers as his tongue circles a sensitive patch of skin just below her ear. She tugs on his tie, loosening the knot, and slips her fingers through the space between the top two buttons on his shirt, lightly grazing the skin underneath with her nails. "Hmmm," she mumbles, her quick, nimble fingers beginning to undue his buttons.
He pulls back suddenly, eliciting a groan from her.
She tilts her head and looks into his eyes. "Why'd you stop?"
He looks around the kitchen and glances into the living room, where his two kids are asleep and his grandfather is sitting in the recliner watching a recorded football game.
"Would you feel more comfortable if we went upstairs?"
Her voice does nothing to help the tightness in his slacks or the nagging feeling his chest. "I—Parker."
She twists her body and looks into the living room. "He's asleep." She undoes another button, narrowing her eyes slightly. She tugs him closer, their lips smacking together instantly.
He pulls back again.
"Parker's fine, Booth."
He sighs, leaning back against the island counter.
She takes his hand and fiddles with his wedding ring. She looks at him and smirks. "It's our wedding day. There's no rule that says we have to wait until tonight. At least, I've never heard of such a rule."
He lets out a grunt. "That's very manipulative, Bones."
"That was the point." She blinks, her smirk even more devious than it had been previously.
He glances into the living room again, and when he turns his head back to her, she's standing up, one eyebrow raised.
"Did it work?"
He grabs her hips, pulling her flush against him and kisses her.
"I'll take that as a yes," she mumbles against his mouth.
He reaches behind her and pulls down her zipper, gliding his hand under the fabric of her dress, brushing his fingertips against her bare back.
She pushes at his chest and takes a step back. "Not here."
He nods. His guilt and worry are momentarily masked by desire and anticipation.
They walk into the hallway and make their way upstairs, disappearing into their bedroom and locking the door behind them.