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"Well, Mr. Booth, I have a few questions and then we'll see about the cast." Sitting on a stool next to Booth, Dr. Johnson flipped through a chart. "Are you feeling any in pain in your right leg?"

"No." Shaking his head, Booth tried to relax. "Not really."

Dr. Johnson looked up from his chart. "Not really isn't what I was looking for. Are you in pain or not?"

He knew he needed to be truthful, but Booth hated to admit he was still having a problem with his leg. "A little . . . sometimes."

Concerned, the orthopedic surgeon moved his clipboard over to the side table. "I'm going to have your leg x-rayed in a few minutes. I need to make sure your leg is healing properly before I remove the cast."

Impatient, Booth huffed. "Yeah, okay."

Placing her hand on his arm, Brennan assured him. "This is standard procedure, Booth. He needs to make sure your bones have mended enough for the cast to be removed."

Since he didn't really have a choice, Booth nodded his head while staring at his hated cast. "Okay . . . I get it."

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In Brennan's car, Booth rubbed his right knee. "I'm not crazy about more therapy, but at least the cast is off. I was worried that he was going to put another one on my leg."

"After comparing the new x-rays with your chart he realized that your past injuries were aggravated by the cast." Backing her car up, Brennan drove out of the parking lot and onto the nearby road. "Since your right leg is weak now, you don't have a choice about therapy. Therapy is essential for your recovery . . . You need to stop scratching your knee, Booth. The skin is very sensitive right now and it could become infected."

Annoyed with his skin, the thought of therapy and just life in general, Booth crossed his arms against his chest. "It itches."

Understanding his frustration, Brennan tried to be patient. "Once you bathe, we can apply some lotion to your leg to help your skin."

Again, since he didn't seem to have a lot of choices, Booth tried to accept that he wasn't one hundred percent yet. "Okay."

A faint smile on her lips, Brennan signaled a right turn. "I think we should go home and allow you to bathe now. We can take the rest of the morning off and go back to work after lunch."

Surprised at the suggestion, Booth smiled at his wife and drawled. "I like it." Making a few plans, he continued, "I'm going to take a bath not a shower. Now that I don't have to where a garbage bag on my leg I can sit in the bathtub." Rubbing his hands briskly together, Booth snickered. "I plan to make good use of that tub tonight too."

Glancing at Booth, Brennan laughed. "I've missed being able to take baths with you, Booth. Would you like me to join you tonight?"

Suddenly in a better mood, he reached over and placed his hand on her hip. "Oh yeah . . . . My day keeps getting better and better."

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Relaxed, Booth sat in the tub with his eyes closed. The warm water making him drowsy, he leaned his head back and rested it against the wall behind him.

Entering the bathroom, Brennan smiled. "Be careful not to drown, Booth."

His eye lashes fluttering, Booth spoke drowsily. "Not a chance . . . Well, maybe a slight chance. This is the first time I've been relaxed since I woke up in the hospital."

His words starting to slur, Brennan realized that he was falling asleep. Concerned, she retrieved a chair from the bedroom and brought it into the bathroom. After she placed it near the tub, she sat down and kept an eye on her husband, making sure he didn't slide down into the water.

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Zipping up his pants, Booth hurried to finish dressing. "You shouldn't have let me sleep that long, Bones. I have a meeting with my security department in an hour."

"You were sleeping, Booth." Standing in the doorway, Brennan watched her husband dress. "I haven't seen you that relaxed in a long time. You needed the rest. You still have plenty of time to get to your meeting."

Buttoning his shirt, Booth continued to complain. "Yeah, but I didn't get to eat lunch and I'm hungry."

With a little forethought, Brennan held up a bag. "I made you some sandwiches. You can eat them on the way to the Jeffersonian."

Delighted, Booth stuffed his shirttail in his pants and smiled. "Thank you. That was a very sweet thing to do."

Turning, Brennan walked into the living room. "I included an apple just in case the sandwiches aren't enough."

After he slipped his shoes on, Booth grabbed his jacket and then his crutches. "I can't wait to get rid of these crutches. They're a pain in the ass." Following his partner into the living room, Booth half walked half hopped to the front door. "Come on Bones, let's boogy."

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Dining out that night, Booth was sipping some wine when Brennan asked him, "Did you find any houses that you think we might be interested in?"

The thought of a house of their own made Booth smile. Placing his glass down, Booth told her about his search. "I found three that we should look at. One of them is a fixer upper, but I don't think it will need too much done to it. I had Lester drive me over and look at it. The roof needs replaced and we'd need to expand the master bathroom and bedroom, but all in all it's not a bad house for the price. The other two are in great shape, but are a little pricier. All three of them are in the right school zones. If you don't like them it's okay. We've just started looking and we may find something even better if we keep looking."

Dipping her spoon into her Green Coconut Curry, Brennan smiled at his enthusiasm. "I received another royalty check this morning and I think we should add it to the down payment we agreed to use on what ever house we choose. It should cut the house notes down substantially on almost any house we buy."

The aroma coming from his plate making him hungry, Booth cut into his Mango Chicken and cut the cutlet into smaller pieces. "Sure."

Surprised that her husband had accepted so easily, Brennan placed her spoon down and stared at him. "You don't mind if we use my book royalties to help buy our house?"

Shaking his head, Booth placed his knife and down speared a piece of his chicken. Popping it into his mouth, he finally looked at her. "Nope." Chewing his chicken, Booth saw the puzzlement on his wife's face and decided that it would be easier if he didn't explain.

Her hand reaching for her spoon again, Brennan gave him a tentative smile. "Good."

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In the tub, with Brennan leaning against his chest, Booth was relaxed and enjoying the moment when he heard her bring up the topic he'd been trying to avoid all evening. "In the past you've been rather set in your ways when it comes to money. You're disparagement of the rich and your pride in being working class is very strong. Why have you changed your mind? Since you've moved in with me, you've agreed to every purchase I've made. I thought for certain you'd want to base our purchases on your income, but so far you haven't said anything. To tell you the truth, considering your past and your upbringing I expected to have many arguments with you about money."

Slowly moving his hands down her sides, Booth chuckled. "Very sexy, Bones. I love it when you talk about money and houses and stuff."

Placing her hands on his hands, she stopped their movement. "I want an answer, Booth. You've changed and I want to know why. I want to understand why."

Booth dropped his hands to his thighs and considered how to answer her. "I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but I know you and I know you're going to . . . Why not just accept it, Bones. I'm not rocking the boat. That's a good thing. Why care about the why?"

Turning, Brennan moved away from him so that she was now facing him. "I need to understand why. You're acting strangely."

He knew she wasn't going to like his answer and he really didn't want to talk about it. Groaning, Booth closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the tile wall. "Bones . . . ." Opening his eyes, Booth frowned. "I want you to have what ever you want. If I can't afford it and you can then I think you should buy it."

Confused, Brennan shook her head. "That isn't an explanation."

Resigned, Booth stared intently at his wife, his now clenched hands on his thighs. "I'm probably not going to die of old age. My health is wrecked and I'm probably going to die young. What little money I have will be yours and Parker's when I die, but I thank God you don't need it. You have your own money and you don't need mine for anything. You're wise when it comes to money so you'll probably always have enough to do what you want to do. Since . . . well, since you're going to outlive me then it's probably better that you don't count on my income. I mean, I'm going to help pay bills and stuff while I'm around, but if you want to use your money to buy stuff, I'm not going to interfere. Do you understand?"

Slowly standing, Brennan stared down at her husband. Turning her head, she stepped out of the tub, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around her body and left the bathroom.

Sighing, Booth stood up, stepped out of the tub and dried off. Once he was done, he grabbed his bathrobe and pulled it on. Hobbling into the bedroom, he sat down on the bed beside his wife. "I didn't want to upset you, Bones. I knew you'd hate my explanation, but you insisted on me telling you. I try not to lie to you about anything and . . . I'm sorry."

Her eyes filled with tears, she wiped them with the corner her towel and cleared her throat. "I love you Booth. You have no way of knowing how long you're going to live. You're breathing is improving and with continued therapy I think you're going to do quite well. I plan for you to live for at least another thirty or forty years."

Booth leaned forward and kissed her tear stained cheek. "I know you love me and I love you. You know I do. Let's not worry about the future, Okay? The future is going to take care of itself. I may live another thirty years and I might die tomorrow, but we're together right now and that's the important thing. I'm going to do my best to stay with you as long as possible and that's a fact. Let's not worry about stuff we don't have control over and look . . . I'm sorry I made you cry."

Returning his kiss, Brennan moved her hand under his robe. "You're not going to leave me, Booth. I'm going to make sure of that."

Amused, Booth felt Brennan hand traveling down his stomach. "Sounds like something I can get into. Now unless you stop what you're doing . . . oh"

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