Brennan was incredulous. "That's impossible. There are too many variables to consider. How could you know that?"
Booth shrugged. "I just do. I can't explain it."
"It's a ridiculous notion."
"I don't care." Booth grinned. "I like ridiculous notions sometimes."
"The odds are against it. You're quite likely to fail at it. Doesn't that bother you?" Brennan just couldn't grasp what Booth was talking about.
"I'm not gonna fail. I'm gonna love you forever, no matter how long that is, or at least for the rest of my life." He smiled. "And you can't talk me out of it."
"Booth….you can't be sure of that. What if I ran off with another man?"
"I'm sure you won't do that...even if you did, I'd be angry, but I'd still love you. I have faith in us….we belong together. We always have. It just took us some time to figure that out."
"No one can predict the future, Booth. You may decide I'm unattractive, or I may become seriously ill and you may not want me any more."
Booth shook his head. "Really? How can you say that, Bones? Don't you trust me any more than that? Besides….you're the most beautiful woman I've ever known, remember?"
"You said that in a post-coital haze. You might change your mind when I'm wrinkled and gray."
"I'll be wrinkled and gray, too, and I'll still be thankful that I have you as my wife. So deal with it. I'm gonna love you forever, and you can't talk me out of it."
"Even if you don't know how long that is?"
Booth took Brennan in his arms. "Absolutely. I'm looking forward to it being a long, long time."
"I believe you, Booth." She smiled and kissed him. "I hope forever is a very long time."