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On Saturday, Booth's standing in the guestroom of the villa he and Brennan rented for the weekend. He fixes his completely straight tan striped tie for the fifteenth time and runs his hand back through his hair. He rolls out his neck and tugs on his jacket lapels. He takes in a deep breath and exhales, staring at himself in the mirror. He jumps when he hears a knock on the door and steps back when it opens. "Booth, you dressed?"

"Yeah," Booth answers quickly.

Hodgins walks in fully and covers his mouth when he starts to chuckle. "Dude, you're not wearing pants," he manages to spit out before he continues to crack up.

Booth looks down and groans. "Out, Bug Boy."

Hodgins nods and retreats out of the room.

Booth shuts the door behind the scientist and sighs. Get it together. He grabs the pair of pants from the bed and pulls them on.

There's another knock on the door. "Dad, you ready yet?"

Booth turns around and looks in the full-length mirror. He double-checks to make sure he's fully dressed and then nods. "Yeah, Bub, come in."

Parker opens the door and smiles. "Lookin' sharp, dad." He pauses. "You nervous?"

"No."

"Uh-huh, sure, whatever." Parker takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and mops up the sweat on his father's forehead.

Booth closes his eyes and exhales deeply again.

Parker pins the white daffodil on his father's lapel and fixes the collar of his father's white shirt. "Let's go."

Booth fixes his tie again, but his son slaps his hand away.

"Your tie's fine, dad."

Booth nods and follows his son out of the room.

At the same time, Brennan's standing in one of the bedrooms on the first floor, looking in the full-length mirror that hangs on the back of the door.

Angela knocks on the door and walks in, not caring if her best friend is dressed or not. She shuts the door, immediately gasping when she sees Brennan standing before her. "Oh, Sweetie, you look beautiful." She closes the small gap between them and smiles.

Brennan untucks her curled hair behind her ears and repositions the pendant on her necklace, the necklace Booth bought her after Henry was born. She looks at herself in the mirror and can't hide her smile.

"Are you nervous, Bren?"

"A little," Brennan confesses. "I'm just not used to expressing my emotions, especially private emotions, to an audience."

"You won't even notice the audience, Sweetie. When you're up there, staring into Booth's warm, brown eyes, he's the only one you're gonna be paying attention to." Angela walks around Brennan and zips up the dress. She looks at her best friend in the mirror and nods. "Ready?"

Brennan exhales as she nods. "Yes."

There's a small knock on the door and then it opens. "Mommy, are you naked?"

Brennan laughs. "No, Honey, I'm fully dressed. You can come in."

Christine walks in, her eyes still covered with her hand.

"You can look."

Christine drops her hand and her eyes brighten. "Mommy, you look like a princess…I mean, a queen."

"Your mom looks beautiful, doesn't she?"

Christine nods. "Uh-huh. You're pretty." She twirls. "Did you see my dress?"

Brennan smiles at her daughter and looks at the light aqua dress. "I have, Sweetheart. You look very beautiful."

Angela looks at the clock on the bedside table just as there's another knock on the door. "You're popular, Sweetie." She laughs. "Come in."

The door opens and Max walks in. Tears spring to his eyes when he sees his daughter standing there. "Oh, Tempe."

Brennan smiles. "Are you crying?"

Max shakes his head and clears his throat. "No, of course not."

"Come on, Christine. Let's go get ready."

"Bye Gampa." Christine waves and takes her Aunt's hand as they walk out of the room.

Max rubs his eyes and pulls his daughter into a quick hug. "You look beautiful, Sweetheart."

"Thank you."

"Booth's a lucky man." Max pauses. "We don't want to keep him waiting." He holds out his arm for her and she takes it. "I never thought I'd be able to walk you down the aisle. I never thought this day would come."

"Dad, stop."

"Sorry, Honey. Let's go." He leans over and presses a kiss to her cheek. "Ready?"

She nods. "Yes…more than ready." She steals one last glance in the mirror and walks out of the room, her arm hooked around her father's.

"What about me?"

She stops and smiles. "Russ, you made it."

"Did you really think I would miss my little sister's wedding?" Russ says, linking his arm with her other one, giving her a kiss on the top of her head. "I wouldn't miss it for the world, Tempe." He pauses. "You look beautiful, by the way."

"Thank you." She looks between her father and her brother and smiles. She lets out a breath and nods.

After another minute, they make their way to the back door.

Booth waits impatiently under the canopy as the sun begins to set. His son, Hodgins, and Wendell are standing beside him, with Angela, Christine, and Cam standing on the other side. He turns back to the center aisle, which is outlined with white daffodils, and watches as Michael Vincent struggles to pull the wagon, where Billy and Henry are sitting in, through the sand. Hodgins closes the gap between the altar and his son, and helps pull the wagon the rest of the way. He lifts Henry out of the wagon and sets him down in the sand. The infant walks a few feet before he falls on his butt, giggling and holding his arms above his head.

Booth smiles and looks at Parker, who takes the rings from Hodgins and drops them into his pocket.

Hodgins pulls the wagon over to the right side of the aisle and then lifts Henry up into his arms. He hands the infant over to Parker and settles Billy on Michael's lap before standing by Booth again.

Booth looks out over the ocean and exhales, closing his eyes. He straightens his back when the music begins and his eyes pop open. A smile instantly forms on his face when he sees Brennan start to make her way down the aisle, Max and Russ on each arm. As she gets closer to him, he internally curses when he feels tears fill his eyes. God, she looks beautiful…she's always beautiful, but God…When she reaches him, he waits until both her brother and father give her each a kiss on the cheek and take their seats in the front row, before he takes her by the hand and leads her up the small step.

Brennan blinks and gets into position. She clutches both his hands and meets his gaze. "Are you crying?" She whispers.

Booth shakes his head with a laugh. "No." He brushes her hair away from her face, his hand skimming against her skin. He grins at her and fights against the urge to kiss her. "You look beautiful, Bones."

She smiles. "Thank you." She pauses. "You look handsome, Booth." She reaches out and fixes his tie that has somehow shifted. She runs her hand down his chest before pulling back and takes his hand again.

"Ready, Bones?"

She turns her head and looks out at the small crowd that has gathered.

"Mama!" Henry squeals, the crowd erupts in laughter.

She waves at him and turns back to Booth. "Let's do this, Booth."

He nods and stares into her eyes, getting completely lost in them. The officiant is speaking now, but he can't hear anything. Everything just seems to fade away. He flashes Brennan a wider grin and squeezes her hands.

Brennan's eyes, too, are focused on his. She swallows and brushes her thumbs against his. She's snapped out of her reverie by the man clearing his throat. She turns her head and raises an eyebrow. "Yes?" More laughter erupts.

"Do you have your own or will you be using the traditional vows this evening?"

Brennan smiles. "Booth and I have written our own."

"Very well." The man turns to Booth. "Will you be going first, Mr. Booth?"

Booth clears his throat and swallows. "Yeah…yes." He turns to Brennan and gives her hands another squeeze. "Temperance…Bones, I…I've completely forgotten what I wanted to say." More laughter escapes from the crowd.

She stifles a laugh herself and smiles at him. "Take your time."

He pats his pocket and throws a thanks up to God that he remembered his notes. He pulls the folded piece of paper out and unfolds it. He scans it and meets her eyes again. "Bones." He starts again and then steals another glance at the paper. Relax. He takes a breath and lets it out slowly, meeting her eyes once more. "From the first time I saw you, you literally took my breath away. You weren't who I was expected at all. I can't really tell you who I thought I was meeting that day, but you…you definitely were not it. I'm glad. I'm grateful, actually." He squeezes her hands. "I had been seeing someone then, it was getting pretty serious, but you were all I could think about. After that first case, you refused to speak to me or take my calls, but I couldn't give up, I wouldn't. I knew. I knew you were someone special. I couldn't let you go that easily." He smiles. "We've been through a lot, Bones. I've saved your life, you've saved mine. You've killed for me, I've killed for you. You've always been there for me when it counted…when I really needed you."

She blinks, looking away from him for a second before meeting his gaze again.

"It was no secret that I wanted to get married, that I wanted that life—the wife, the kids, the house—but I've come to realize that, after we got together, it didn't matter if that ever happened. I was happy. For the first time, I was truly happy. While I knew there was a slim chance you'd ever let me marry you, you gave me what I've always wanted—a family." He lets go of her hand and touches her cheek, brushing away a few tears. "But this…you and I doing this right now…what we did over a year ago…you being my wife…is a bonus." He smiles wider. "I love you. I'll love you for the rest of my life. You're amazing." He leans in close and whispers in her ear as he slips a ring on her finger. "And you know what they say…a person can't live without their bones."

A small smile spreads across her features. A minute passes and she barely hears the officiant start to speak again. It's not until Booth squeezes her hands that she remembers it's her turn to speak. She turns her head, looks at Angela, who offers her an encouraging smile, and then glances at Christine, who gives her a thumbs up. She smiles and looks Booth in the eye. "Booth, I'm not very good at this."

"It's okay," he mouths.

She nods. "Ever since I was fifteen, I just expected to be alone the rest of my life. I didn't want to believe that love was anything other than a chemical reaction in the brain because if I did, I would have to conclude that I was the problem…that I wasn't lovable." She swallows. "I wanted to not be afraid to let people in, but the evidence...every time I did, I was always disappointed…I was always left alone. I used to be fine being alone, but since we became partners—friends—being alone has just felt…lonely." She sniffles and feels him squeeze her hands. "You've changed my life. You were my family when I thought I was the kind of person that didn't get to be in a family and I have a relationship with my father and my brother because of you."

He smiles at her, the one he only reserves for her.

Her knees buckle and she tightens her grip on his hands.

"Careful there, Bones," he whispers with a smirk.

She rolls her eyes. "I always believed that marriage was an archaic institution and that if I were to get married, I would need a very good reason to go through with it. When we got married, I rationalized it, but the truth is, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I wanted you to be my husband. You're my reason, Booth. I love you. I'm in love with you." She leans in close and whispers in his ear as she slips a ring on his finger. "While it's irrational to believe that a person can love one person for thirty, forty, or fifty years, irrational doesn't always mean impossible."

He clenches his jaw, fighting the urge to kiss her.

The officiant begins to speak again, but neither Booth nor Brennan is listening.

Brennan gives Booth a half smile, which only makes Booth's self-control non-existent. The next thing she knows, he's leaning in and his lips are crashing against hers. She takes a step closer to him and snakes her hand around his neck, while his arms wrap around her waist.

The officiant blinks and stops talking.

Parker taps on his dad's shoulder and clears his throat.

Booth breaks the kiss and swallows, glancing around. He forgot where he was for a minute there. He takes Brennan's hand and gives her another quick kiss on the lips before the two of them step down into the sand.

Parker adjusts Henry in his arms and holds out his hand for Christine, before the three of them, too, step down and follow Booth and Brennan down the aisle.

Well, that's the end...the next two chapters will be the epilogue