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Entering the garage, Brennan stopped in the doorway and observed Booth place what looked like her ceramic conch shell against his ear. He held it there for a few minutes and suddenly laughed. Squatting down next to his daughter and son, he placed the shell against Christine's ear and once she nodded her head, placed it against his son's ear.
For some reason she couldn't quite fathom, she felt tears form in her eyes and then felt them escape her lashes.
She remembered the night she had received the conch shell tooth brush holder from her father. It had been a fatherly thing for the old con man to do and she had appreciated the effort. The shell had reminded her of simpler times, when she was a little girl sitting on the patio behind their house with her father as they talked of stars and comets, of sea shells and algae. He had ignited her interest in science and her love of how things worked.
The gift had been given to her after a stressful week that had culminated in the injury of Booth by Brodsky. Though not a believer in God or fate, she found it miraculous that her partner hadn't been killed in the explosion that Brodsky had set off in his trailer as Booth had run by it.
Though Booth had suffered a dislocated shoulder and a sprained ankle, Brennan knew that it could have ended up much worse. Even though he was with Hannah at the time, Brennan still loved him and cared deeply for him. The thought of losing him had caused her a few moments of terror when she had heard of the explosion and utter relief when she found out his injuries weren't as serious as they could have been.
After she had seen him with her own eyes, after she had verified that his injuries weren't as serious as she had feared she had gone with him to the Diner for a late dinner. Her father and Caroline had joined them at the Diner and they had discussed Booth's actions while they ate. For the first time in a long time, she had felt the comradeship of family pulling together around a loved one who needed a reminder that he wasn't alone in the world. Brennan didn't have a lot of family, but Max, Booth and Caroline were her loved ones even if she could never really admit that to any of them, at least not at that time.
During that period of time, she was still guarding her heart from Booth's new relationship and Max's old betrayal. Caroline was included in to her kinship because she was there for Booth and was part of his extended family. Booth's family was her family, even then.
Suddenly aware that his wife was in the garage with them, Booth turned and witnessed her crying. Alarmed at the sight of her tears, he walked rapidly across the garage and pulled her into a hug. "Hey, what's going on? What's wrong?"
Clutching his shirt, Brennan laughed. "Nothing is wrong, Booth . . . I'm just being silly that's all. I saw you hold the conch shell next to your ear and then against our children's ears and I just . . . I just started crying. I don't really know why."
Relieved that she wasn't the bearer of bad news, Booth kissed her and smiled. "We are pretty cute, so maybe that's why you cried . . . that old Booth charm at work, huh?"
Returning his kiss, Brennan placed her head on his shoulder and held him tightly in her grip. "Yes, that must be it. You are all three devastatingly cute."
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