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Her home office quiet, Brennan sat behind her desk and held a framed picture of her and Booth dancing at her High School reunion. Rubbing her thumb over the glass covering the picture, Brennan felt a lump grow in her throat as she thought about her past with her partner and husband and what it might have been like if they hadn't come to their senses and finally accepted that they wanted to be with each other. A tear dropping onto the glass, Brennan sniffed and wiped the salty water from the glass and placed the framed picture back onto her desk.

Staring intently at the picture, Brennan suddenly smiled and shook her head. "Really, it's what we both want." Removing a pregnancy kit from her purse, she stood up and placed it in her sweater pocket. Throwing her shoulders back, she bravely walked out of the office and across the living room. Spying Parker in the kitchen scooping rice pudding into a bowl, she shook her head at his insatiable appetite and walked down the hallway to the downstairs bathroom, opened the door, looked around to make sure she was unnoticed and entered the small room, closing the door behind her.

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In a state of anxiety and a little fear, Brennan stared at the stick for quite a while before she finally accepted what she was looking at. Placing it back in to the box it had come in, she returned the box to her pocket and left the room after washing her hands thoroughly.

Hank was leaving the kitchen when he notice her and called out to her. "Temperance, Parker would like to make some cookies. He and his mother usually make some for Christmas and he wants to know if we can do that now. I told him I'd help him if you give us the green light."

Resolved to be cheerful, Brennan walked over to where Hank waited. "Of course, that sounds like a good idea. Booth did mention that he needed cookies to leave for Santa Claus."

Groaning, Parker joined Brennan and Hank near the doorway. "Oh man, he's not going to leave cookies and milk for Santa Claus is he? I just turned eleven. I don't believe in Santa Claus anymore."

Brennan laughed and shook her head. "You may not, but I think your father still does."

A loud snort coming from Hank, Parker turned to look at his great-grandfather and protested. "He doesn't really believe in Santa Claus. He's a grownup."

Amused at Parker's reaction, Hank chuckled. "Your father may be an adult, but he loves everything to do with Christmas. You should know that by now. He loves the Nativity, the Christmas pageants at his Church, the lights and songs and he loves Santa Claus." Slapping his hands together, Hank asked Brennan, "So what kind of cookies did he plan on leaving Santa?"

Entering the kitchen, Brennan moved over to the fridge. "He wants chocolate chips cookies although he was toying with the idea of making Tollhouse cookie bars for Santa. You know Booth loves chocolate."

His hand on Parker's shoulder, Hank followed Brennan into the kitchen, guiding Parker with him. "And since he plans on eating them, the more chocolate the better, right?"

Laughing, Brennan opened the fridge door and pulled out milk, butter and the chocolate chips in the crisper that Booth kept there to keep them from blooming. "Of course."

Resigned, Parker moved over to the cabinets and retrieved a mixing bowl. "Dad really does love Christmas. I just hope he isn't disappointed that I don't believe in Santa Claus."

Pulling a baking pan out of the cabinet, Hank assured him. "He might be a little, but he won't really care in the long run. As long as he's with his family during the holidays, he's happy."

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Once Booth entered the house, he inhaled the rich aroma of baking cookies. Salivating, he hurried into the kitchen and over to the island where the cookies were cooling. Glancing around to make sure he was alone, Booth snagged two warm cookies and bit into one of them.

"Booth, those are for later." Exasperated, Brennan entered the room and walked over to where Booth was having his snack. "Those are for Santa Claus."

His tongue darting out and catching some crumbs on his lips, Booth swallowed and gave her a flash of his charm smile. "Aw, Bones . . . it's just two. You've got at least 22 cookies left." Kissing her, Booth bit into the second cookie he'd purloined. "Besides I'm starving."

Her hand snatching the rest of the cookie from his hand, Brennan popped it into her mouth, chewed it and swallowed. "You'll ruin your dinner eating cookies now. I have lasagna in the oven and it should be ready in thirty minutes. Parker wanted pizza, but he agreed that pizza two nights in a row might be overdoing it, so he agreed to the lasagna. We're having a nice vegetable stir fry tomorrow though."

Pulling her into his arms, Booth kissed her again. "Mm, chocolate kisses."

Amused, Brennan shook her head. "Very funny, Booth. I got that joke."

Kissing her once more, Booth smiled. "It definitely wasn't a joke Bones."

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That evening, Booth walked into his bedroom and found a small box with a ribbon tied around it resting on his pillow. Surprised, he picked up the box, untied the ribbon and removed the lid. Staring at the contents, Booth's mouth opened in surprise.

Holding the box tightly in his hands, Booth suddenly gleefully shouted. "I knew it! I knew it!"

Quickly opening the bathroom door, Booth rushed into the room, crossed over to the shower and flipped the curtain to the side. Staring at Brennan, Booth held the box up and laughed. "I knew it."

Surprised and pleased to see the joy on his face, Brennan turned to face her husband. "Are you happy?"

Stepping into the shower, Booth pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her passionately. Breathless, he finally separated from her and looked up at the shower head. "Um, you're getting me wet, Bones."

Brennan reached over and turned off the water. "If you had waited, I could have got out of the shower first then you wouldn't have got your clothes wet."

Kissing her again, Booth rubbed his hands along her wet back. "I couldn't wait, Bones." Kissing her once more, Booth stared into her glittering blue eyes. "I love you so much and I'm going to love our baby too. You make me so damn happy I could just . . ." Pulling her tightly against his body, Booth kissed her again. "I can't help myself. I just need to kiss you and kiss you and . . ."

Booth's wet clothing, cold against her skin, Brennan tugged at his shirt. "You need to get out of these damp clothes."

Releasing her, Booth stepped out of the shower, removed his shirt and threw it at the clothes hamper. "You make me so damn happy Bones I do crazy things like this." Shivering, he removed his pants, socks and underpants. Grabbing a towel he threw it around his hips. "Want to warm me up, it's your fault I got wet you know."

Amused, Brennan turned the water back on. "The water is fairly warm, would you like to join me?"

Quickly dropping his towel, Booth stepped into the shower. "You bet."

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A/N: For those of you who don't know what a bloom on chocolate is: There are two types of bloom: fat bloom, arising from changes in the fat in the chocolate; and sugar bloom, formed by the action of moisture on the sugar ingredients. The unsightly crystals of fat and sugar bloom limit the shelf life of many chocolates. Chocolate that has "bloomed" is still safe to eat, but may have an unappetizing appearance and surface texture. It can be caused by letting the chocolate sit in a warm or hot room.