Today was one year since Max passed Brennan had been a little moody all week and Booth had given her space and took care of the kids a little more than he normally did. To make today worse for her Brennan woke up with a really bad head cold. Christine and Hank were at Angela and Hodgins' for the weekend. Booth had tucked Brennan in, then he went to the grocery store to get what he needed to make vegetable noodle soup. Booth put everything away and was finding a basketball game to listen to while he made the soup when Brennan emerged from the bedroom walked over to the couch and flopped down on it, Booth walked over, " Do you feel better, Bones?"
Brennan shook her head. Booth sat down and pulled Brennan to him; she laid her head on his chest. "I know it's impossible for it to happen, but it feels like my head is going to pop off." Booth chuckled and rubbed Brennan's arm. "I'm sorry, Bones…"
" I don't understand why I am sick…I eat healthy for the most part. I get adequate sleep…."
Booth kissed her hair, " Our kids are in school and daycare, they're basically walking germ factories…."
Brennan tried to reply but she started coughing, Booth rubbed her back. "You've been stressed out this week and you're grieving…"
"I was going to ask you to go with me to the cemetery. I don't know why I want to go, but I do…"
Booth pulled Brennan closer, "We can go in a few days when you're feeling better, the kids can hang out with Aubrey, the three of them will love it."
"Yes. Hopefully they won't get sick…"
"I don't think they will. Why don't you go back to bed?"
"I'm tired of being in bed…"
Booth shook his head; cranky Brennan was in full force today and honestly he loved it. "How about I make you some tea?"
Brennan nodded. Booth kissed her forehead and got up and went to the closet and grabbed a blanket. He headed back to the couch, Brennan gasped. "What's wrong, Bones?"
"Nothing, that's the blanket dad had on the back of his chair at his apartment…"
"I can get you different one…"
"No, this one is fine."
"Okay." Booth covered Brennan up and kissed her forehead." You don't have a fever."
A few minutes later Booth came back to the couch with Brennan's tea and a piece of heart shaped peanut butter toast.
"Booth, I don't want anything to eat."
"I know, but you need a little something to go with your tea. I used the small cutter so it's not much…"
Brennan smiled a little and picked up the toast. "Will you sit with me?"
"Sure." Booth sat down and pulled Brennan to him; she laid her head on his chest. Brennan wasn't normally a cuddler, especially when she was sick, but Booth knew she was emotional due to loosing Max. Brennan took a bite of the toast. "I miss him so much…I shouldn't he was out of my life for fifteen years and I didn't miss him or mom…."
"Bones, despite everything Max did to you when you were younger that damaged your relationship with him he's still your dad. You were lucky and got to rebuild a relationship with him. The kids got to know their grandpa. My dad was a S.O.B., but I still miss him and the good times we had when he was sober. Now that I'm older and understand that he likely had PTSD I wish we'd been able to rebuild a relationship and get him the help he needed so that maybe the kids could know their grandfather and I could have my dad back…"
"Booth…"
"It's fine…'
"Yes, but- "
"But nothing, I'm fine." Booth handed Brennan a handful of tissues. "Blow…"
"Will you make me more peanut butter toast?"
"Yes. Blow…" Booth grinned and went to the kitchen.
A few minutes later Booth sat down next to Brennan with her second piece of heart shaped peanut butter toast. After eating her toast Brennan snuggled down in Max's blanket, laid her head on Booth's shoulder and fell asleep.