This Love

by bonescentral

"this love left a permanent mark. this love is glowing in the dark. these hands had to let it go free. and this love came back to me." — taylor swift, this love. (my entry for the 2015 microfiction hiatus challenge on bonesology.)

39. Blow

39. Blow

"Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Addison. Happy Birthday to you!"

"Come on, Addie, blow out the candles."

Parker leaned forward, one year old Addison perched on his hip, holding her just above the cake on the table. He paused, giving Christine and Henry enough time to scramble forward, all three blowing out the candles on Addison's cake as she squealed excitedly. The guests cheered, Aubrey shouting out a loud "hip-hip" which was answered immediately.

Booth and Brennan stood beside their children, his arm wrapped securely around her shoulders, watching as Parker reached out, tagging Christine before he raced down the garden, Addison bouncing and laughing gleefully in his arms. Their eldest daughter shrieked, reaching out to tag Henry before she followed Parker down the garden, Henry hot on her heels. Buck ran circles around the four, barking as he stuck closely to Christine's side.

"We made some great kids, Bones."

"I never doubted that we wouldn't."

"Come on—" He took her hand, dragging her down the garden as she laughed loudly, gasping when Christine tagged her father, who immediately darted away from Brennan, planting a tap on her ass.

"Booth!"

"You're it, Bones!"

"Oh, you're so dead!"