Funeral
"Henry Joseph Booth, I baptize you in the Name of the Father...and the Son... and the Holy Spirit."
"Amen."
After the baptismal reception, Brennan found Booth sitting on a bench in the sunny church courtyard, holding their son as Christine played nearby. "Booth…."
"Oh, hiya Bones", he said softly, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "Tiger's had a hard day. He's wiped out."
"Were you thinking about Pops?"
"Yeah, a little. I mean it's hard not to….we had his funeral in this church not long ago, and now our son was baptized here. Kinda like a circle of life thing, you know?"
Brennan smiled and sat down next to Booth. "I'm glad we were able to tell Pops that we were going to call our son Hank."
"He was so proud. And Joseph was his father's name. I never knew that until he told me."
"Booth...Pops told me once that he was prouder of you than anything else. I know he meant it."
Hank stretched and smiled in his sleep. "Bones, whenever I look at our kids, I just hope that I can be the man that Pops wanted me to be. I don't know how I'll ever be able to live up to the example he set for me...the father he was to me is the father I want to be for our kids."
"Booth….remind me sometime to tell you some things that your grandfather told me. But for right now, I want you to know that you're a wonderful father….the best father I could ever want for my children, and they're so lucky to have you." She kissed him on the cheek. "You're a good man, and I love you very much."
"Aww ….thanks, Bones…" as Hank started to fuss. "I love you, too."