Booth sat drinking his coffee in the morning stillness. He checked the date on his phone. May 22…..Hannah's birthday. Hannah….beautiful, intelligent, a talent for words, with a bubbly personality he found irresistible. He had been an angry man when he met her but she changed that. Finally he could love someone and that person could love him in return. He was now desirable….and Hannah desired him all the time. Under fig trees, in ruined buildings or fine hotels...she wanted him and he wanted her.
Spectacular, imaginative sex...any place, any time, all the time. Scared, angry, happy, depressed...no matter what, it was sex. Not much talking, but no time or reason to talk...sex is a form of communication after all. No stories about being a sniper, or eggs in meatloaf or former partners. Keep it light. No vulnerability. Nothing bad. Just some chat and then more sex.
Leaving her behind was hard, but she came to the States to be with him. Almost the same relationship…. lots of time together meant there was something needed besides sex….but nothing much to talk about. Work, past relationships...keep it light. Do everything right...keep her happy...no conflict. Love her...propose marriage….and get turned down flat...Angry again, but Bones…Bones...
"You're up early, Booth". His musings were interrupted. He felt blessed as he watched the woman who was the light of his life stretch and yawn while she fixed herself breakfast. So perfect for him, and always there, no matter what.
"Daddy, can you make me pancakes for breakfast?"
"Of course, sweetheart. You know, pretty soon you'll have to share pancakes with your brothers."
"Happy birthday, Hannah, wherever you are today", he thought, smiling into his coffee cup "and thanks so much for turning me down."