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Their song popping up on the radio, Booth started to sing it loudly and slightly cracked. Brennan amused at her husband's enthusiasm, smiled and shook her head.
Christine, sitting in the back seat of the truck with her best friend, Molly, cringed and crossed her arms against her chest. Embarrassed that her father was such a terrible singer, she kept her eyes on the scenery passing by on her side of the truck.
Molly, amazed that Booth was singing so badly, grinned and jabbed her elbow into Christine's side. Glancing back and forth between Booth and Christine, Molly did everything she could to make sure that Christine understood how funny Molly thought Booth's singing was.
Mortified, Christine turned and glared at her father's head. Interrupting Booth, she protested, "Dad, come on. Molly and I don't want to hear that song. It's stupid."
His singing interrupted, Booth glanced in the rear view mirror at his daughter. "Hey that's your Mom's and my song. It's not stupid."
Shrugging her shoulders, Christine turned to look out of the passenger window and frowned. "It is the way you sing it." Realizing that she'd said that out loud, Christine placed her hand over her mouth and stared in horror at her father in the rear view mirror.
A little annoyed with his daughter, Booth reached over to the radio and cranked up the music. With gusto he resumed singing 'Hot Blooded' his eyes flicking between the road and his fifteen year old daughter.
Brennan, turning to look at Christine, shook her head, reached over and turned the radio back down to a more comfortable level. Turning her gaze towards her husband, she complimented him. "I like the way you sing, Booth. You're very enthusiastic and you know all of the words to the songs when you sing them."
A grin appearing on Booth's face, he stopped singing and captured her hand in his. "Thanks Bones. I love to sing. I'm glad someone likes it." Raising her hand to his lips, he kissed the top of her hand while keeping his eyes on the road, more or less.
"Oh, I do." Brennan assured him, "Remember that time you sang at the funeral? You did a very nice job of getting everyone to sing with you. It kept the mourners distracted so everyone could do their jobs."
Filled with pride, Booth nodded his head, "Yeah, I did do a pretty good job with that one . . . You know who I love to hear sing?"
Shaking her head, Brennan asked him, "No, who?"
Kissing her hand once more, he squeezed the hand gently and the smiled. "You. I think you have the best voice ever. You're even better than Cyndi Lauper."
A faint blush coloring her cheeks, Brennan commented, "My mother did tell me that when I was young, but I'm glad you think so too."
Releasing her hand, Booth placed his hand on her knee. "Maybe we can do a little dancing tonight. I'll let you sing to me and we'll dance the evening away."
Her hands clasped under chin, Molly stared in awe at Booth and Brennan. Leaning towards her friend, she gushed, "They are just so cute."
Rolling her eyes, Christine replied, "Yeah, cute."
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Just a little drabble that came to mind. Matt had mentioned Booth's tone deafness to NatesMama and I thought I'd see what I could do with it. Thanks Matt.