Michael-Vincent and Christine had planned the perfect meal for their parents. They wanted everything to be just right for their announcement.
The apple pie and ice cream had been passed around, and the coffee was poured. Finally the couple stood up. Christine grabbed Michael-Vincent's hand and cleared her throat.
"We have something to tell you. We, uh…" She inhaled deeply. "We got married while I was in Paris last month." They waited for their parents' response...
….and were somewhat disappointed to get very little reaction.
"Did you hear us?" Michael-Vincent was confused. "We got married."
Finally their parents looked up from their pie. "Congratulations, Sweetie." Angela smiled broadly. "We all knew that would happen if Christine went to Paris."
Brennan grinned. "That's why we suggested it."
"What?" Christine couldn't believe it.
"Michael-Vincent, your mother and I were married in a jail cell, remember?"
"Christine, after all the drama we went through with our wedding, your mother and I decided to send you to France and let nature take it's course."
"But we do want details, Sweetie…."
"Okay...we were at Eglise Saint-Sulpice to see the art..", Michael-Vincent began.
Christine interrupted. "And because it's in the 'da Vinci Code'."
"Yeah. Anyway, the Abbe' was telling us about one of the side altars. It's beautiful, and popular for weddings."
Christine laughed. "He thought we were already married, so when we said no, he offered to do it right then."
"We didn't have any witnesses, so he rounded up two nuns who were there for Mass. Boy, were they surprised!"
"I was, too!" Christine shook her head at the memory. "We were both wearing jeans and tee shirts."
The parents all laughed. Their children's wedding was as unique as their own weddings were.
"A toast", said Hodgins, raising a glass. "Congratulations, kids. We're all very happy for you."