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Waving his right hand, Booth tried to catch his breath while Parker skated toward him."Okay, Buddy . . . I've had enough. If you want to skate then go ahead . . . Maybe you can get some of the other kids to play . . . with you for awhile." Breathing heavily, Booth laid his arm across the youngster's shoulders. "Bones will kick my butt if I overdo it . . . so, I gotta stop now."
His face filled with worry, Parker finally nodded his head. "Sure, Dad. I'll see if anyone wants to play some hockey."
His breathing improving, Booth released his son's shoulders and skated over to the section of the bleachers where Brennan and Hank were sitting. Stepping out of the rink, Booth moved over to the seats and sat down next to his wife. "Whew, that kid is hell on wheels."
Rubbing his arm, Brennan smiled. "You both looked like you were having fun."
Happy to finally be sitting down, Booth returned her smile. "We were having fun, but now Parker can have more fun playing with some of the other kids." Leaning over, Booth untied his skates and removed them. Pulling his sport bag over, he tossed the skates in the bag and retrieved his shoes.
A little concerned for his grandson, Hank asked him "Are you okay?"
"Oh yeah." Moving the bag so that it was on the bench beside him, Booth wistfully replied, "I sure miss playing hockey though. I practice with the guys, but I realized that I can't really play anymore, so I had to give it up and . . . well, anyway, it's okay. I come out here and skate and help the guys practice and that's fine."
Her arm hooked around Booth's arm, Brennan tried to be positive for him. "It is wonderful exercise. Perhaps after the holidays, we can come back here and I can practice skating with you. I think I'm getting better."
Kissing her, Booth replied, "You sure are. You only fell twice the last time we were out here. That's not bad at all."
Her hand on her hip, Brennan rubbed it in sympathy. "I'd rather not fall at all, thank you."
Amused, Booth bumped her shoulder with his shoulder and whispered. "Yeah, I hate to see that pretty butt of yours all bruised up. Now a hickey or two on the shoulders or neck or . . . "
A snort escaping her, Brennan placed her hand across her mouth and shook her head. Elbowing her husband, she glanced at Hank and then back at Booth. "Behave Booth."
A glint in his eyes, Booth assured her. "I am behaving."
Chuckling, Hank shook his head and turned his head to watch his great-grandson skate. "Believe me, Temperance . . . he is behaving."
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The Diner very busy, Booth and his little family waited patiently for their orders to be delivered. "Man, some big mouth must have put out the word about this Diner's good food."
Scanning the counter for their waitress, Parker shook his head. "Boy, I'm hungry."
About to comment, Hank was interrupted by their waitress who stopped next to them and moved dishes from the counter over to their table. "Here you go." Placing a plate of apple pie in front of Booth, Jane remarked, "Right out of the oven, just the way you like it."
Pleased at the news, Booth smiled at the waitress to show his appreciation. "Thanks, Jane. It smells great and looks fantastic like always."
As he pulled his pie closer, Brennan reached her fork out and cut off a piece of Booth's pie. "This looks very good. Maybe I should have ordered some for myself."
A little surprised, Booth watched Brennan as she chewed the piece of pie and then reached out for more. Picking up the plate, Booth hugged it against his chest. "Hey, you hate cooked fruit. What gives?"
Sad that Booth was hogging his pie, Brennan shook her head. "As as a rule I don't like cooked fruit, but the smell of baking pie was making me salivate and now that I've tasted it, I'd like more."
A deep sigh escaping him, Booth handed the plate to his wife. "Here, I'll order some more." Standing, Booth walked over to the counter and ordered another slice of pie. Waiting for Jane to cut him another piece, Booth watched Brennan start to consume his original piece of pie. Taking the plate from Jane, he smiled at her. "Bones has decided that pie is good."
Laughing, Jane pointed over her shoulder at another pie that was uncut. "I have more if you need it."
Moving back to his seat, Booth placed the plate down and moved his left hand so that it shielded the plate from his partner.
Amused, Hank shook his head. "You better keep your fork away from Seeley's plate, Temperance. He's marked his territory."
Glaring at his grandfather, Booth bit into his bite of pie and started to chew it slowly. Parker, copying his father, moved his left hand so that it was in front of his plate and rapidly started to eat his pie.
Annoyed with Booth and Parker, Brennan glared at both of them. "I only plan to eat the one piece of pie. You don't have to guard your plates from me."
Swallowing his bite of pie, Booth nodded his head. "I know." Cutting another piece with his fork, he continued to guard his plate.
Her annoyance growing, Brennan finished her pie and watched her husband and step-son eat their pastry. "I would share my pie if I had more."
Resigned, Booth removed his hand from his plate and moved the plate over towards Brennan. "Here, I wasn't hungry anyway."
Delighted, Brennan moved the plate over towards her side of the table and started to finish eating his slice of pie. "Thank you."
Puzzled, Booth sipped his coffee and watched her consume his pie. "Why are you eating pie? You never have eaten pie willingly before?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Brennan smiled and swallowed her bite of pie. "I told you the smell is overwhelmingly good."
Confused, Booth rolled his eyes. "Okay, if you say so."
Fascinated, Hank watched Brennan finish the second piece of pie. "My wife used to eat like that when she was pregnant."
Excited, Parker placed his fork down next to his plate. "Oh boy, are you going to have a baby? I'd like a baby brother. I'm tired of being an only child."
Startled, Brennan stopped eating and turned to stare at Parker. "I'm not pregnant." Shaking her head, Brennan turned her gaze towards Hank. "Hank, I'm not pregnant."
Shrugging his shoulders, Hank picked up his cup of coffee and gave her a knowing look. "If you say so, Sweetheart."
The silence from Booth a little unnerving, Brennan turned to look at him. "I'm not pregnant, Booth. I would know if I was pregnant."
Since Brennan was pretty sharp when it came to her body, Booth decided that she would know if she was pregnant or not and she said she wasn't. "Pops is just yanking your chain Bones. He's trying to fluster you."
Enlightened, Brennan turned to look at her grandfather-in-law. "Oh, you're teasing me, very amusing."
Pursing his lips, Hank frowned at her response. "Okay . . . if you say so."
Disappointed, Parker finished eating his piece of pie. "Darn, I was hoping I was going to get a little brother."
Reconsidering his grandfather's assumptions, Booth stared at Brennan. "Maybe you should get tested or something . . . You know, just to make sure."
Brennan didn't see why Booth was questioning her about it so she tried to assure him. "That won't be necessary. I would notice changes in my body if I were really pregnant. I'm fine and nothing has changed."
Staring at the two empty plates, Booth pulled his lips between his teeth and remained silent.
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