Welcome back! I enjoyed writing this chapter. And after proofing it, my beta said 'Your smut is getting quite impressive.' haha. Let me know if you agree. :)

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Chapter 4

Brennan walked from the lab to the diner to meet Booth for lunch, her hand in her jacket pocket clutching the newest piece of evidence they'd discovered. She was sure it would be a lead he'd want to follow, and she was looking forward to getting out of the lab that afternoon.

She spotted him immediately as she entered the through the glass door, and she smiled as she heard his side of the animated phone conversation he was having. As usual when one of their cases involved a child, he'd called to talk to Parker. Brennan knew that what comforted Booth the most was the simple reassurance that his son was healthy and happy in spite of the darkness in the world.

"Yeah, I know there's lots of animals at the zoo… The monkeys-the monkeys are Daddy's favorite. Did you see? They're just like people!" He began to make monkey noises into the phone and Brennan couldn't contain her laughter at his antics. He hadn't noticed her standing beyond his peripheral, but the sound of her laughter drew his attention. He grinned at her and flushed a little.

"Actually, three million base pairs of the genome differ in protein coating and other functional areas," she lectured him, still smiling as she mouthed to the weightress that she'd like her 'usual.' He rolled his eyes playfully at her and smiled a little wider at his son's words.

"Yeah, that was Bones… Sure, hold on." Booth handed her the phone. "Someone wants to talk to you." She laughed as she heard the little boy's cheerful voice on the other end.

"Hi, Bones!" He had gradually dropped the 'Doctor' over the last few months.

"Hey, Parker. How was school today?" Brennan smiled warmly and listened to him chatter about his activities in his morning kindergarten class before he moved on to the next topic.

"Bones, can we go to the aquarium next time I come over?"

"Sure, that sounds a great idea. We haven't been there in a while, have we?"

"No. Plus my friend said they got two new dolphins, and dolphins are your favorite!"

"You're right," she commended with a chuckle. "It's very kind of you to remember."

"Can we go this weekend?" Parker asked hopefully. Brennan faltered, knowing the issue was still unresolved.

"Um, maybe. If not, then definitely next time. I'll let you talk to your dad about that, alright? Love you."

"Love you too, Bones!"

Brennan covered the microphone and filled Booth in on what he'd missed. He looked disheartened as he took the phone back and reassured his son that he would see him very soon. Booth ended the call less than a minute later when Parker informed him that it was his lunch time, and Brennan gazed at him sympathetically.

"Have you talked to Rebecca again yet?" she asked. Booth shook his head and took a drink of his water.

"No, there hasn't been time this morning, and she's at work anyway." Brennan shared his disappointment, but she also noticed that her overall mood had improved after speaking to Parker, just as Booth's usually did.

"I'm sorry, Booth," she told him, knowing that their weekend plans would probably end up canceled after all. "I wish there was something I could do."

"You're here for me, Bones. That's enough." He brought her hand to his lips and smiled when she shivered a little. Booth was glad that she was still so responsive to even the simplest of touches, especially since it was absolutely a mutual condition.

He shifted their focus to the case then, and Brennan explained what she and Cam had found embedded in the victim's lung as well as how it had gotten there. She removed the small evidence bag from her pocket to show him the small silver locket they'd discovered. Booth read the inscription with interest.

"Kenny?" he asked in confusion. Brennan nodded.

"Any reference to a Kenny in the case file?"

"No, but whoever Kenny is liked her enough to get her a locket. Maybe Kyle wasn't the only one who was cheating."

"Opens up a lot of possibilities," she agreed. Booth pocketed the evidence bag and suggested they pay a visit to the victim's friends. Brennan agreed and rose from her seat immediately, only to be stopped by his hand on her arm.

"Bones, finish your lunch first. I don't think a group of playground moms is considered a flight risk. We've got time," he told her. Brennan had gotten better about her eating habits, if for no other reason than to keep Booth from worrying about it, and she smiled back at him indulgently.

"I suppose you're right," she replied, smiling as she stole not one but three fries from his plate.

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It took a few phone calls, but Booth was able to track the group of women to a playground not far from the Richardsons' neighborhood. Mary, Tina, and Faith were more than willing to answer questions about their friend, and all seemed to have given birth around the same time. Faith explained that the four of them, Carlie included, had met in the same lamaze class. She likened the pain of Carlie's loss to that of losing a sister. Tina added that it was Carlie's idea to start the baby playgroup.

"We all felt so connected," Mary said genuinely. "Feeling something growing inside, waiting to meet them… Do you have kids?"

"Yes," Brennan answered promptly. Booth looked over at her and felt a rush of affection at her easy response. He found himself greatly wishing they were alone at that moment.

"They make you feel whole," Mary added with a soft smile.

Brennan didn't respond, slightly distracted by the woman's choice of words. She lost track of the conversation momentarily while her mind replayed a memory of Booth's words to her as they lay in bed together, the very day they had made love for the first time...and the second and third. "I'm damaged too. Maybe we both are. But somehow… we make each other whole."

Booth saw his partner's eyes grow soft and distant, but he continued the interview. Apparently 'Kenny' had been the victim's dog. Kyle Richardson had backed over it with his car, supposedly on accident, and Mary-who was a veterinarian-had 'taken care of it.' Booth thanked them for their help and gave each woman a business card, instructing them to let him know if they happened to think of anything else that might help the case.

As the partners walked back to the SUV, Booth's hand gravitated toward the small of Brennan's back, and she acknowledged his touch with a loving smile.

"You okay?" he asked. "You got a little distracted back there."

"Yes, I'm sorry. I did hear what she said about the dog…" They climbed into the vehicle and began to make their way back to the lab.

"Something on your mind?" The content expression on her face told him there was no need for concern, but he was certainly curious. He wondered if the woman bringing up the subject of parenthood had thrown her off somehow.

"Not really," Brennan answered a little evasively. "Just a phrase that triggered a memory… and I got a little lost in it, metaphorically speaking." Booth smiled and tried to remember the woman's exact words.

"A good memory?"

"Yes," she smiled sweetly. "You… Talking about how we make each other whole." Booth grinned appreciatively and reached over to hold her hand.

"Still true, baby," he replied. "Still true."

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After they filled Cam in on what they'd learned from the victim's friends, Hodgins popped his head in to inform them that the victim's body had been in freshwater for at least six months following her death before moving somehow to the saltwater in which the body had been found. This threw a wrinkle in Booth's theory that Kyle Richardson had committed the murder based on a witness account of his presence at the Delaware Bay marina the night his wife went missing. There were no freshwater sources near that bay, so if Carlie had been killed near freshwater, then Kyle wasn't the person responsible.

"What the hell's going on here?" Cam demanded. "Richardson is the only logical suspect. Are we working for the defense now?"

"I'm working for the victims, and we have to be open to the evidence as it presents itself," Brennan replied adamantly.

"The knife, the rope, and the plastic sheeting are all from Richardson's house; that's been confirmed. We're trying to build a case here, people."

"Don't ignore the facts just because it might change the outcome of the case," Brennan replied, irritated that Cam seemed to be more interested in pinning the murder on someone, rather than finding the truth.

"Not asking you to. I just want you to fill in the blanks. There must be freshwater close enough for Richardson to have dumped the body."

Hodgins rattled off the requisite content of the freshwater they'd need to find in order for it to match the evidence, and Cam instructed that they find it quickly. She stalked back to her office, leaving both scientists feeling rather perturbed.

"I'll help Ange track down a body of freshwater that fits the parameters," Hodgins told her. "If we find anything, you and I can check it out tomorrow?"

"That's fine," Brennan agreed. "Let me know.

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Hodgins and Angela came through with a body of water for a possible dump location, and Brennan received a text from Hodgins early the next morning with the details. Before leaving the house, Brennan stuffed her bathing suit into her shoulder bag while she waited for Booth to fill their travel coffee mugs. The possibility of getting the diving team to help them on such short notice was slim, and Brennan knew the search and recovery of the missing bones would be her responsibility. It had been a while since she'd done any diving that required an oxygen tank, but other than Hodgins, she was the only one certified. And he would be busy collecting his own evidence.

Booth dropped her off at the lab, having explained that he needed to touch base with Cullen about the case and would meet her and Hodgins in an hour or so. Hodgins was ready to leave when she walked in, armed with both of their field kits and a wetsuit. They decided to take the mobile lab so that Brennan would have a place to change once they arrived, and she texted the location to Booth on the way.

Booth was slightly confused as he followed Brennan's directions to a golf course. This can't be right… He found them easily enough however; the large RV belonging to the Medico-Legal lab was unmistakable. He also quickly spotted Hodgins wading in one of the ponds to collect samples, but there was no sign of Brennan.

"So this is the only freshwater near the bay?" he asked Hodgins dubiously.

"The only body of water that might have algae and sediment which could match what we found on the remains."

"Great… Where's Bones?"

Before Hodgins could answer, the woman in question surfaced a few feet from him in full diving gear. Booth looked surprised, wondering if she'd mentioned that she would be the one doing the recovery and he'd somehow missed it. She'd told him about some of the diving she'd done in the past, but the sight of her climbing out of the water with a container of small bones she'd recovered still made him shake his head in admiration of her gumption.

"Find something, Bones?"

"Possible fetal bones," she answered, showing him the contents of the box. "Hamate, triquetral...portions of the phalanges. Lots of golf balls down there too," she smirked.

Brennan made her way back to the RV and opened the back doors, setting the evidence container inside and reaching into her bag for the towel she'd remembered to grab before leaving the lab earlier. Booth had followed her but stood several feet away with his back to her, talking to one of his junior agents. At a certain point, however, the young man seemed to no longer hear his boss's instructions, and Booth was confused by his dazed expression. He followed the agent's gaze and was alarmed to see his girlfriend working to peel off her wetsuit, wearing nothing but her very skimpy bikini underneath.

"Bones!" He hurried back to her side and stood between her and the thirty or so agents and other personnel who were at the scene. "What are you doing? We're in public!"

Her brow furrowed in confusion, but when she got a look at his face, she understood his behavior.

"Booth, it's just a bathing suit. It's the same one I wore to the beach," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah I know that, Bones, but now half my co-workers have seen it too." Someone whistled, and he turned his head to glower in that direction. She couldn't help but laugh at his antics. At least she wasn't the only one feeling possessive lately. If they hadn't been in a professional setting, she'd have wrapped her arms around him and reminded him how very unnecessary his jealousy was. Later, she thought ruefully.

"You have nothing to worry about," she told him quietly, letting her eyes convey her full meaning. He sighed in resignation, trying his damndest to fight his own arousal at the sight of her near-nudity.

"I know, but still… Why can't you get dressed inside?"

"I will, but I didn't want to carry half the lake in with me," she answered, gesturing to the dripping wetsuit now in her hand. "I'll just be a minute."

Brennan climbed up into the RV, unwittingly giving an even better show of her body as she did so, and Booth helped her to close the double doors behind her. He directed his patented stare-down to the ten or twelve agents who seemed to have migrated slowly toward the RV, and they dispersed nervously, whispering amongst themselves.

At this rate, the story of his reaction to his partner stripping down at a crime scene would be all over the Hoover by closing time.

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While Brennan and Hodgins returned to the lab to analyze the new evidence, Booth returned to the Hoover to talk to one of the agents who was searching for Kyle Richardson. No sooner had he finished that discussion, however, than the victim's parents showed up unexpectedly to give Booth a picture they'd found.

Although Kyle Richardson's new girlfriend had claimed never to have met the victim, the photograph clearly depicted both husband and wife smiling for the camera and his current girlfriend staring at them in the background. She'd lied about knowing the couple before Carlie's death. Booth thanked Carlie's parents and promised to do everything in his power to find the person responsible for their daughter's death.

As Booth made his way back to his office, Brennan called his cell, informing him that the bones she'd recovered turned out to belong to a raccoon, and Hodgins' evidence didn't match up either. They were back at square one. She did seem fairly excited about an experiment that she and Zack had cooked up, however, and she claimed that his help was needed. He promised to head that way in a few minutes.

"Seeley, you son of a bitch," came a familiar voice from behind him. Booth groaned. Rebecca. Just what I need today. She was pissed, that much was obvious, and Booth didn't have to think too hard for the reason. "You sent agents to investigate Drew? Because you're going to stop that now."

"Okay, listen, I'm just being cautious. What do you really know about this guy anyway?" Charlie had given him the results of the background check that morning, but he hadn't mentioned anyone else's involvement. Rebecca walked steadily toward him, backing him into the front of his desk.

"I know that he has a good job, and I know that he fixes stuff around the house when he says he's going to. I know that Parker is crazy about him, and he's not terrified every time he goes off to work that he's going to get shot. And I know that I love him. I love him. And now everyone at work thinks he's a criminal."

"Well, he's been spotted with explosives…"

"He's a construction foreman; he does demolition! You must've figured that out when you were doing all your snooping."

"Okay, well I have a right to know who's around my son, alright? He spends more time with Parker than I do." Booth knew that she was angry, but damn it, so was he. She hadn't been willing to volunteer the information, so he'd found a way to get it himself.

"I don't even have to let you see Parker, okay? Not...not legally. That's one of the upsides of not being married."

Booth's blood chilled considerably.

"Don't." His eyes darkened, and Rebecca stepped back a little in surprise. "I'm a good father. You know that." She regarded him with pursed lips for a moment.

"You've got to stop trying to run things. I've got things in my life that have nothing to do with you." She turned to leave, but Booth grabbed her arm lightly to stop her.

"Look, we are always going to have something to do with one another because we share a son."

"Drew's a good man," she insisted. "And you need to back off or you're not gonna see Parker again, I swear. Back off."

Booth let her leave and stared after her with a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach. He hadn't meant to piss her off, but he still felt that his concerns had warranted his actions. Her secrecy hadn't made sense, and he was an FBI agent. If he wanted answers to something, he was damned well going to get them one way or another. Booth supposed he should've been a little more clear in his instructions to Charlie, made sure he'd understood that the inquiry was to be less conspicuous, but it was too late for that now.

What am I going to do if she stops Parker's weekends completely? Booth fretted. Can she really do that? ...Damn it.

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Booth actually approved of the experiment Brennan and her squints had set up. He was really in the mood to stab something. The group assembled on the platform and took turns stabbing a physical replica of the victim, which was even dressed in similar clothing. Most of them took their turns stoically, but Angela squealed in revulsion as she spastically stabbed the replica.

The results were surprising. The simulated attack which best matched the real murder was Angela's. This indicated fairly conclusively that Kyle Richardson wasn't their killer, and Booth relayed the information he'd gotten from Carlie's parents, adding that Karen Tyler was also similar to Angela's build. Cam interjected that the victim had DNA evidence from two people under her fingernails. One was Kyle, but the other was an unknown woman.

Booth made a call to have Karen Tyler brought in for questioning and pulled Brennan out of the lab. While Booth questioned her, Brennan obtained the DNA sample, but neither task yielded anything useful to the case. Karen didn't give them any new information to speak of, and her DNA results wouldn't be in until the following day.

It was getting late, and both partners wanted to call it a night, but Hodgins had called Brennan insisting that they stop back by the lab on their way home. When they arrived, Hodgins and Angela immediately began to explain how evidence had led them to the precise location of the murder site. Flash flooding had carried the victim's body from a New Jersey creek into the Delaware River and, eventually, to the Delaware Bay where she'd been discovered.

Brennan thanked them for their excellent work and told them they would go out with a team to investigate the site the following morning. On their way home, Booth called and made the arrangements for the forensic team to travel to New Jersey, and Brennan waited patiently for him to finish the call.

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When Booth had shown up to help them with their simulation, she had recognized that something was bothering him, but they hadn't had enough privacy for her to bring it up until now. They'd gotten some take-out to bring home, and once their food cartons were laid out on the coffee table in front of them, Brennan stated the obvious.

"Something happened earlier," she stated bluntly. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Booth sighed, unsurprised that she brought it up. She'd been looking at him solicitously when he'd arrived at the lab, but he'd given her a dismissive shake of his head.

"Rebecca came by my office right after you called about the experiment," he answered grimly.

"Is Parker okay?" she asked quickly, knowing it wasn't typical for Booth's ex to show up at work.

"Yeah, he's fine," Booth gave a half smile at her concern. "She was pissed about the background check I did on her boyfriend. Apparently Charlie was a little overzealous and actually went to the guy's workplace to ask questions." Brennan cringed slightly, feeling sympathy for the unknown man. It wasn't his fault he'd been caught in the middle of an argument between his girlfriend and her ex.

"I can see how that would make her angry," Brennan agreed. "But I still don't think you're out of bounds for wanting to know who Parker is spending time with. If Rebecca had been more open about things, you'd have had no reason to seek alternative means of getting the information."

Booth smiled a little at her defense of his actions as well as her correct use of the phrase 'out of bounds.' She'd really been getting better at those colloquialisms lately.

"Yeah, well she was pretty pissed. She said… she said that she doesn't have to let me see Parker. And that if I don't stop prying into her personal life, I'll never see him again." His voice was ragged with emotion and worry, and Brennan's arms went around him immediately. Booth savored the comfort and reassurance of her embrace, trying to keep his stress under control. This worry had been eating at him for hours, and it felt good to share the burden of it.

Brennan was doing some quick thinking as she held him tightly. She'd been doing some research since they'd had their first conversation about his parental rights, but she had known that Booth hadn't been ready to discuss it. Was he ready now?

"Booth…" She pulled back, and her hands slid down his arms until they joined with his. "I have some...thoughts about this situation, and I want you to try to keep an open mind. Okay?" She waited for him to nod before continuing. "Although Rebecca may be technically correct in what she said, if she really wanted to keep Parker away from you, then she shouldn't have allowed you to sign his birth certificate. You had to have paternity established in order to do that, right?" Booth nodded again. "That's good. But there are no legal custody documents to dictate parenting time or child support obligations, so as it stands right now, neither of you are legally obligated to do anything. You pay child support directly to her because it's the right thing to do, but no court has ordered you to do so or set the appropriate amount. Rebecca allows you to see your son when it's convenient for her, and no court has ordered her to do otherwise. The only way to establish your rights to parenting time would be to go to family court, at which time a judge would also establish a legal child support order because they won't do one without the other."

Booth listened to her attentively, surprised by how much she knew about all of this, and he realized that she'd been researching.

"You've been looking into this?" he asked with interest. She nodded, slightly nervous.

"I educated myself about family court practices in the District because I expected that eventually you would want to legalize your visitations rights with Parker. It…it doesn't have to be a nasty court battle, Booth. If all parties agree on a plan, it would actually be a fairly simple matter. We can draw up the agreement ourselves, and under most circumstances, a judge will simply approve it. The court generally requires paternity to be established if the parents weren't married to one another at the time of the child's birth, but if that's already been done, then we shouldn't have to worry about that.

"I've also been... well, keeping track… of when Rebecca has canceled on you and the reasons she gave. Do you realize that out of the last nine months, you've only gotten to see Parker for eight of the eighteen scheduled weekends?"

"No…" Booth was surprised at how diligently she'd kept track of that, realizing that she must've started right after they got together. He'd never asked her to do that. "Why did you keep record?" His tone held only surprise, and Brennan was glad he wasn't upset with her for taking the initiative. She shrugged a little before answering.

"I figured that when the time came to change tactics with Rebecca, it would be good to have the numbers on our side."

Booth smiled approvingly, noticing that she kept using words like 'we' and 'our.' She was including herself in this issue, supporting him the only way she'd known how: educating herself and sharing her knowledge. He wondered if she knew how much that meant to him, and he squeezed her hand as she kept talking.

"It would be better if we could get Rebecca to agree without going to court, but even if she doesn't, it won't matter. If paternity has been established through the court, then you have a legal right to your child no matter what Rebecca wants. It only becomes a question of how much time you want with him… If you want to simply maintain what the current schedule is supposed to be, without all of the ridiculous cancellations, or if you want to push for more time."

Booth nodded, processing everything she'd said and still amazed at the lengths to which she'd gone in the interest of helping him.

"I love you, baby. You're incredible," he sighed. "You've definitely given me a lot to think about. I don't know if I'm ready for a fight right now, but the thought of it doesn't scare me as much as it did." He pulled her gently onto his lap, feeling the need to hold her properly. "Thank you so much, Bones. Sometimes I really can't believe how lucky I am to have you."

He kissed her gently, and her arms wove their way over his shoulders and around his neck. She moaned softly against his lips, tracing the contours with the tip of her tongue, and he moaned back before pulling back slightly.

"Let's go to bed," he smiled seductively. She nodded at his suggestion and squirmed strategically on his lap.

"Your mood seems to have improved," she commented with a provocative grin of her own.

"Oh, trust me, I've been thinking about coming home with you tonight ever since your little striptease at the golf course this morning."

Brennan responded with a husky chuckle that sent a thrill all the way to his toes, and he inhaled her delicious scent deeply as she leaned closer to whisper in his ear.

"I don't tease."

Booth groaned and buried his face against her neck, instantly hardening to the point that it was almost painful. He curled his arms beneath her and stood to carry her up to their bedroom, flipping light switches as he went.

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He practically kicked open their bedroom door, refusing to lift his mouth from hers until it was absolutely necessary in order to remove their clothing. They were naked in seconds and tumbled roughly to the bed, still kissing passionately. Booth's hands traveled greedily over her exposed skin, touching her as he'd so desperately wanted to the moment he'd seen her in that bikini. She gasped as his fingertips found their way to her center, arching her back erotically and practically begging him to touch her. Begging was unnecessary.

He slipped a thick finger into her and teased lightly, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the soft flesh of her jaw, to her neck, and still further to her chest. Brennan's hips moved of their own accord, encouraging him to reach deeper within her. She felt her pulse spike erratically when he added a second finger and moved his thumb to circle her clit rhythmically. Brennan gripped his shoulders reflexively as the first waves of pleasure overtook her, and she shouted involuntarily at the intensity of it.

Booth gently withdrew his fingers but kept his eyes on her face as he brought them to his mouth, enjoying the taste of her as well as the whimper she let slip out as she watched him. She leaned up to kiss him deeply, tasting herself on his tongue, and he very nearly lost control at the sensuality of it.

"Oh, God, Bones," he moaned when their lips had parted. "That's hot, baby."

"Take me, Booth. Right now. I want you…"

He gasped appreciatively at her words and settled himself between her thighs. Brennan whined impatiently as he entered her slowly, quickly wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling their bodies together. Booth leaned over her to seize her lips once more, and he began a slow but deep rhythm, pushing his arms beneath her until his weight rested on his elbows and his hands curled back over her shoulders. He pulled her body against his with each thrust, sliding so deeply into her that she felt the tip of him brushing her cervix.

Brennan's pleasure escalated with each slow push of his hips until she was careening over the edge of reason a second time, practically screaming his name in ecstasy. Booth felt her shudder beneath him and knew he was close.

He unwound his arms from beneath her and lifted his torso from hers, taking hold of a leg in each hand and bringing them together against his chest. Her ankles rested together against his shoulder, and he wrapped both arms around her thighs, pulling upward until her hips were lifted off the mattress. The new angle allowed him to push even deeper into her center, and his hips set a new, faster rhythm. Brennan's mouth gaped open in silent astonishment at the intense passion of his movements as he pounded into her relentlessly.

He came forcefully, flooding her and leaving her trembling. Booth gently released his hold on her legs and eased them back to his sides. He leaned down to kiss her softly, adoring the tiny kitten-like noises emanating from her throat. When he finally collapsed onto the bed beside her, she moved into the circle of his arms instinctively, and they held one another as their heart rates slowed.

Brennan's fingers played lightly over the contours of his chest, and she smiled happily when he shivered a little at the contact. Booth turned his head to meet her gaze and was once again struck by how incredibly lucky he was to have her love. He got lost in her eyes for a few moments and realized a little belatedly that she was smirking at him.

"What?" he asked, laughing a little at her expression.

"I was just thinking that your alpha male possessiveness definitely has its advantages."

Booth smiled wider and pulled her a little more tightly against him.

"You love me," he teased. Her dazzling smile made his breath catch in his throat.

"I do."

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So Brennan has been keeping score on Rebecca for nine months! hehe. Does that surprise you? Hope it doesn't seem OOC. It's what I would have done (and have done for the sake of my own kids).

If you've got a second, please review. Have a wonderful weekend and see you Sunday for Ch 5!