The weeks tick by rather quickly and before either Booth or Brennan realizes it, there are only four days until the ceremony. The former is currently sitting at his desk in his office at the Hoover, a pad of yellow-lined paper in front of him. He chews on the end of his pen and stares at the basically empty paper; the only thing written is Bones. He sighs and spits out his pen, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He lowers his head and buries his face in his hands. "Damn it."

"Is there something wrong, Seeley?"

Booth looks at the door. "Camille, what are you doing here?"

"You called me, remember?" Cam walks in and sits in the chair in the corner of her friend's office.

He sighs. "Oh, yeah, I need your help."

She gets comfortable and nods. "What can I help you with?"

He shrugs his shoulders and rolls out his neck. I've got this. I'm romantic, right? He picks up his pen and his eyes fall to the page again. He begins to scribble something down, but quickly grunts and tears the paper out. He balls it up and tosses it at the basketball hoop above the trash can near the window. He misses it again, adding to the pile of crumpled papers surrounding the garbage can.

She blinks. "Frustrated much?"

"I'm trying to write my vows. It's harder than you'd think."

"I see." She pauses. "And I'm supposed to help you...how?"

"I don't know. You just...you always know what to say. I need...I don't know."

She stares at him, confused. She squints and thinks for a minute before she says, "Seeley, you've never been at a loss for words when it comes to love, especially when Dr. Brennan was who you were speaking about or speaking to."

"How do I tell Bones how much she means to me in a thirty second speech? I'd need thirty years and even then, I'd still need more time." Booth sighs. "God," he mutters.

She stands up and smiles. "You're thinking too hard. You know exactly what she needs to hear and you know exactly what you want to say to her." She pauses. "Now if you don't need my help with anything work related, I need to get back to the lab." She leaves Booth's office and heads down the hall.

Booth drops his eyes and they land on the picture he has of Brennan and himself sitting on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial at night a few years back. They're sitting as close to each other as possible, she's practically sitting on his lap, and she's kissing his cheek. Parker took it. They weren't even aware of the picture until they both saw the flash. He had been momentarily embarrassed, but after seeing the picture, he silently thanked his son for capturing the moment.

Booth smiles at the picture, running his thumb across it. He lets out a breath and sets the frame down in its proper place. He picks up his pen, takes one last glance at the picture, and begins to write.

Meanwhile, Brennan's sitting on her couch, a file folder open but abandoned on her coffee table, a notebook open in her lap. Her eyes and mind are focused solely on the practically blank notebook page; the only thing written is Booth. She sets her pen down and dips her head with a sigh.

"Sweetie, I finished the reconstruction for the—Sweetie?" Angela raises an eyebrow and sighs. "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

Brennan shakes her head and leans back on the couch, setting the notebook and pen on the cushion beside her. "No, Angela, I'm not sick."

Angela, forgetting all about the reason for being in her best friend's office, sits down beside Brennan and touches the back of her hand to Brennan's forehead, just to make sure.

Brennan pushes her friend's hand away and looks at her strangely. "What are you doing?"

"Checking your temperature."

"I told you I'm not sick."

"Well, Sweetie, you have been known to deny stuff like this just to avoid leaving work early."

"I'm not sick," Brennan repeats, more convincingly.

"What's wrong then?"

"What makes you think something's wrong?"

"I know my best friend and right now she's not okay. Did you and Booth have a fight?"

"No!" Brennan swallows. "No, Booth and I are fine. It's…we agreed to write our own vows, but the ceremony is in four days and all I have written is his name. I…this is more difficult than I expected it to be," she admits. "What do I even say?" She sighs. "Booth's probably already finished his and I'm sitting here with nothing."

"Sweetie, relax. Booth's not gonna care what comes out of your mouth. He's not gonna hear a word you say. Trust me, Bren."

Brennan looks at her skeptically.

"Trust me."

"So why am I even bothering to write vows if he's not going to be listening to anything I say? Doesn't that sound a little counterintuitive?"

"Stop thinking, Sweetie, and just write from your heart. You love Booth, right?"

Brennan furrows her brows. "Of course I love Booth, Ange."

"Well, write down the reasons why and I don't mean the logical reasons—not the 'I love you because you love me' kinda crap." Angela smiles and squeezes her best friend's hand. "I'll leave you alone. I'll be back at noon. You and I are going to the diner for lunch."

"You know more about feelings than I do. Can't you stay and help me write my vows?"

"Only you know the reasons why you love Booth, Hon, and you know a helluva lot more about feelings than you think you do. Just stop thinking."

Brennan nods. "Easier said than done, Ange."

Angela stands up and nods. "If it makes you feel any better, I bet Booth's having just as much time with this as you seem to be having."

"No, I don't think so. Booth has never had trouble articulating his feelings for me."

"Uh-huh." Angela mutters as she leaves her best friend's office.

"It's true!" Brennan calls after her, but quickly looks away when a security guard stops and stares at her. Well, that was rather foolish, Temperance. She stands up and moves to her desk. Maybe a break will do me some good. She sits down in her chair and moves her mouse from side to side to wake up her computer.

She turns her head and something catches her eye. She reaches for the picture on her desk and smiles down at it. It's the same picture Booth has on his desk in his office. She stares at it for a while before setting it back down. She rises from her chair and returns to the couch, settling down again. She picks up her notebook and pen and starts to write.

Later that night, Brennan's in the kitchen feeding Henry his dinner while Booth empties and loads the dishwasher. "Have you written your vows yet?" He asks, casually, reaching to put a bowl on the top shelf of the cabinet.

Brennan nods. "Yes. Have you?"

He nods. "Yep. It was easy," he lies.

"Very easy," she lies, as well.

After a minute, he sighs. "Actually it was really hard."

She sets the spoon down and turns her head, arching an eyebrow. "Really?"

He nods. "Yeah." He leans back against the counter. "I just couldn't put my thoughts into words if that makes any sense."

"It makes a lot of sense, Booth." She pauses. "I…it was difficult for me too." She laughs. "I thought you…I thought it'd be easy for you. You're more open with your feelings, so I assumed this would have come natural to you."

"Can I get a sneak peek?"

"Why? Isn't it customary for the groom to wait until the ceremony to hear the bride's vows?"

"Yeah, but it's also customary for the bride and groom to, you know, not be already married before the ceremony." He smirks. "I'll give you a sneak peek of my vows."

She looks at him as if she's considering this, but quickly comes to her sense and shakes her head. "No, I can wait."

"Are you sure, Bones?"

She nods. "Yes, I'm sure." She stands up, tossing the empty food container in the recycling bin, and then lifts Henry out of his high chair. She gives the infant a kiss on the top of his head and hoists him higher on her hip. "Do you want to play, Henry?"

Henry wraps his arm around hers and smiles brighter. He babbles, tossing in an occasional "Mama."

She'll never get tired of hearing him say that. "I'll be in the nursery if you need me, Booth."

"Hey."

She stops and turns around, smiling at him. "Yes, Booth?"

"We're getting married on Saturday."

"As you so correctly pointed out, we are already married." She pauses. "However, I know what you mean."

"I can hardly wait." He matches her smile and watches her head for the staircase.

Before she rounds the wall, she looks back at Booth, who's still watching her. She smiles again before disappearing up the steps.

He lets out a breath and finishes up loading the dishwasher. He washes his hands and dries them quickly. He walks into the living room and collapses in the leather recliner, propping his feet up and leaning back. He flicks on the television and flips through the channels until he finds the news. He lets out a breath and relaxes.

Christine walks in and stops by the chair. "Whatcha watching, daddy?"

He turns his head and smiles. "The news, Princess."

"Can I watch it with you?"

"Sure, Baby." He scoots as far to the left as he can, giving her enough room to sit comfortably.

She climbs up and settles into the space. She looks at him, noting the way his arms are folded behind his head and his ankles are crossed. She copies him and turns her head towards the TV.

He glances at her and can't hide the huge grin on his face. He shifts and turns his focus back to the news report. Life is good.

I haven't written the next chapter yet (which will be the wedding ceremony), so if you have any requests for things you want them to say in their vows, I'd love to hear them.

FYI there will be two chapters left, including an epilogue. I might do a two-part epilogue where one chapter is the honeymoon and the other is a chapter set more in the future, but I haven't decided yet. If you have a preference, go ahead and write it in a review.

As always, thanks for the reviews. You guys are great.