Two months later, Parker's standing in front of his mother's gravestone, reading the engraving for the 100th time. He hasn't been back to the cemetery in a while, but after the vivid nightmare he had last night, one he hasn't had in months, he needed to visit.

He feels a hand squeeze his as he shuffles his feet in the grass, reminding him that he isn't here alone this time. He lets go and kneels down, even though the rain is starting to pick up now. He doesn't care that his dress pants are getting wet and muddy.

"I'm gonna stand over there by that tree," Dakota informs him, running her fingers back through his damp hair.

He shakes his head. "No, stay…please."

Dakota holds the umbrella over him as he bows his head. She chokes back a sob and wipes the tears that are falling down her cheeks.

"Hi, mom," he begins, his throat and chest tight. He swallows and reaches out, tracing his mom's name with his fingertip. "I can't believe it's been over a year since you've been gone. It doesn't feel that long. I miss you every day." He sniffles and ignores the rain as it begins to grow heavier. "I had another dream last night. I thought I was done with them, but apparently I'm not that lucky. We were in the car right after the accident and I knew how to save you, I knew exactly what to do to save you, but I couldn't move. I tried so hard, but nothing I did worked. I heard you call out my name and I tried to get to you, but I couldn't, I couldn't, mom. I'm sorry."

Dakota swallows.

He clears his throat and glances up at his girlfriend. He returns his focus to the headstone and smiles. "Dad asked me to be his best man this morning after church. I'm not really sure what that means, exactly, but I think it's important." He smiles. "Cody and I are still together. She's super awesome, mom. You'd have loved her. Um, what else. Henry's getting big. He loves looking out windows and he crawls all over the place. Bones and Dad can hardly keep up with him anymore."

Dakota gives his shoulder a squeeze.

He looks up at her, feeding off of her presence. He lets out a breath and continues. "Christine's the same as she was when I talked to you last. I love her, but sometimes I wish she would just leave me alone. She never shuts up and she's in my business all the time. Yeah, I know, she's my little sister, so it's her birthright to be the most annoying person on the face of the earth, but still." He laughs. "Oh, and mom, guess what? I got into Georgetown and Columbia. I haven't told Bones or Dad yet, though."

Dakota smiles proudly.

He clears his throat and shivers. "My muscles still hurt sometimes, especially when it rains or it's cold outside, but I'm pretty much 100 percent. I still get tired faster than I used to before all of this, but all things considered, I'm good." Hearing the distant boom of thunder and then the flash of lightening, he sighs. "Mom, I gotta go. It's starting to rain really hard. I love you. Tell Grandma I love her." He kisses his palm and presses his hand against the headstone. "Bye for now, mom. I promise I'll come and visit soon." He stands up and lets out a breath, looking at Dakota. "Let's go. I don't wanna miss Bones' after church brunch."

She hooks her arm around his and adjusts the umbrella. She leans into him as they walk back to the parking lot. "From what you've told me about your mom, she sounds like she was a great person. I wish I would have had a chance to meet her."

"She gave my dad a hard time, but she was really nice." He sighs.

"Something wrong?"

"I…I'm beginning to get used to her not being here and that, it feels like I'm betraying her or something."

"Getting used to her not being around is not the same thing as forgetting her."

He nods. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"She'd be glad that you're moving forward, getting past the hurt, anger, guilt, and sadness."

He smiles and leans over, pressing his lips against hers. "I love you," he b blurts out, breaking the kiss.

She pulls away, taking a step back, and stares at him.

He blinks. "I mean, I—."

She steps into him again, tosses the umbrella to the side, and cups his face in her hands. As rain pours down on them, she rises up on her tippy toes and crashes her lips against his.

It takes him a second before he responds, taken aback by the suddenness of the whole thing.

She swallows and pulls back, a smile lighting up her face. "I love you too," she whispers before picking up the umbrella and making her way to the driver's side. She opens the door and hops inside, shutting the umbrella and dropping it into the backseat.

He stands there, stunned, staring at her through the windshield.

She honks. "We're gonna miss Dr. B.'s famous brunch if you continue to stand there."

He shakes his head and runs to the passenger side door. He pulls it open and gets inside the car, running his fingers back through his hair. "Let's go." He leans back after buckling himself in and closes his eyes, a smile slowly creeping onto his face.

On Monday afternoon, Booth's sitting in his office, finishing up some paperwork. He has Henry, who is leaning back against him and sucking on the corner of his badge, sitting on his lap.

The eight-month old turns his head and looks at his dad, furrowing his brows. "Mama."

"We're going home soon, bud."

Henry wiggles and starts to whimper. "Mama."

Booth kisses the top of his son's head and closes the folder he's reading over. He grabs the container of cheerios and dumps some onto the top of his desk.

Henry drops the badge in his lap and reaches forward, raking the cereal towards him and picking a few pieces up, popping them into his mouth and slobbering all over his fingers.

With Henry distracted for the time being, Booth opens the folder again and scans the contents before signing his name in all the required places. A knock on his door pulls his focus away from work. He looks up and finds himself staring at Sweets hovering in the doorway. "Hey, Sweets, what's up?"

Sweets walks in. "I just got done interviewing your main suspect, the victim's girlfriend."

"And? Any red flags?"

"She's nuts, but she doesn't strike me as a killer."

Booth sighs. "And that's your professional opinion? She's nuts?"

"No, my professional opinion is that she seems to be genuinely upset that her boyfriend was found dead. She had been battling clinical depression for at least two years prior to the victim's disappearance, and from observing her right after he disappeared and then again today, her obsessive compulsive tendencies seem to have resurfaced."

Henry, who has since stopped eating and is now looking at Sweets, covers his ears and shakes his head.

Booth laughs. "Looks like he doesn't like psychobabble either." He pauses. "But you're positive she's not who we're looking for?"

Sweets nods. "I'm almost positive." He pulls on his ears, puffs out his cheeks, and makes his eyes wider, as he looks at Henry.

Henry turns his head and buries his face into his father's chest.

"Stop doing that with your face. You're scaring my son."

Sweets sighs. "My girlfriend's nephew loves that. He's not much older than Henry. I don't understand."

"I guess Henry just doesn't like you." Booth strokes his son's hair as Sweets turns around and leaves with a sigh. He stacks the last folder on the pile on the corner of his desk and stands up, transferring the baby to his hip.

Henry rubs his eyes and wraps his arm around his dad's. "Mama!"

"Yep, Little Guy. We're gonna go see mom real soon." Booth sets the baby down for a second while he unfolds the stroller and locks it into place.

Booth scoops him up again and buckles him into the stroller. He grabs the stack of folders, picks up his badge off the floor, and heads for the door again. He shuts the door, locking it, and hands the folders off with strict instructions. "Alright, Little Man, let's go home." He pushes the stroller forwards and heads in the direction of the elevators.

Brennan's sitting on the couch with her laptop, checking her email when a video chat invitation pops up. She clicks accept and sits back, moving the computer back more on her knees. After a few seconds, Angela's image appears. "Hi, Angela."

Angela smiles. "Hey, Sweetie, how'd your fitting go today?"

Brennan nods. "It went well. I've lost some weight since I bought the dress and had it fitted, so the seamstress had to take it in a little more. I have another appointment in two weeks."

"But the dress will be done by the wedding, right? Because, Hon, I was joking about you walking down the aisle naked."

"The ceremony is three and a half weeks away, Ange. The dress will be ready by then."

Angela heaves a sigh of relief. "Thank God." She smiles. "How's the rest of the planning. I feel like I haven't talked to in forever."

"It's been two days, Angela. That hardly constitutes forever." Brennan pauses. "To answer your question, the rest of the planning is going great. Booth and I meet with the caterer Wednesday to finalize the menu, he's taking Parker and Henry shopping for their wedding attire Thursday, and Saturday, we're taking a ride up to Virginia to scope out the area where the ceremony will take place because the last time we were there, we were only allowed to take a tour of the reception hall." She pauses. "Oh, I almost forgot. Next Tuesday, Booth and I are going to the jewelry store to look at rings. We decided to buy new ones, rather than exchange the ones we wear currently."

"Wow. You've got a busy two weeks ahead of you."

Brennan nods. "It's exhausting…planning a wedding is exhausting."

"I know. Jack and I planned one in a week."

"And the next one, you planned in five seconds." Brennan flashes her best friend a small smile.

Angela laughs. "Funny, Bren."

"What? I was merely stating a fact." Brennan turns her head when she hears the key turn in the lock. "Look, Ange, I've got to go. Booth's home."

Angela turns her head back to the screen after taking Billy from Hodgins. She sets the infant on her lap and kisses the top of his head. She runs her fingers through his dark brown curls and smiles, pointing to the screen. "Look, Billy, who's that?"

Brennan smiles at the baby, who seems to be more interested in his feet than the computer. "Hi, Billy. I hope you're feeling better."

Billy lifts his eyes to the screen and his face lights up when he sees Brennan. He sniffles and starts to babble, sucking on his fingers and watching his Aunt through the computer screen, confused and fascinated at the same time.

"Wave bye-bye." Angela lifts her son's arm and moves it up and down. "He's feeling better, so I'll be at work tomorrow. I'll talk to you then, Sweetie."

Brennan nods and shuts her computer screen. She turns her head when she feels hands slide down her arms and smiles as Booth's lips touch hers sweetly. "Hi."

Booth smiles. "Hey, Bones." He unbuckles Henry from his stroller and hands the infant over to her. "He's been asking for you."

"Come here, Honey." She takes the baby and cradles him in her arms. She removes his hat and smoothes down his wild brown hair. "Did you have fun with daddy this afternoon?" She gives him a kiss and taps him on the nose, eliciting a giggle from him. She turns her head to meet Booth's eyes again. "I'm going to change him real fast and then we can figure out dinner." She pauses. "Parker's upstairs doing homework and Christine's having cups of air with her stuffed animals in her bedroom. She told me to give you this." She grabs a piece of paper off the side table and hands it to him.

"What is it?" He asks before sliding his finger across the sticker-secured flap. He unfolds the paper and scans it. "An invitation to a tea party?" He groans.

She nods. "Your hostess is waiting for you upstairs." She smirks and stands up.

He stuffs the invitation in his back pocket and leads the way upstairs.