A dank must filled the room. I smiled as I entered, warm childhood memories playing back in my head. It was my father's attic. For years it was a pirate ship, a castle, a secret hideout, a deserted island, the Whitehouse, or anything else my imagination conjured up. I spent many a rainy day hulled up in here with nothing to do but daydream. I thought about how great my life turned out. I had Hodgie, Brennan, Cam, Booth, Sweets, and countless squinterns with arms outstretched to catch me if a I fell. I had a job I loved, I had reached my dream of becoming a well known artist, I had the most beautiful baby boy in the entire world, and my soul mate. Soul mate – that's a strange term. I knew I had dreamed of him all my life, but I just never thought I'd actually find him. My guy. I felt a warmth when I thought of Stanley's vows. Right now to fathers were down stairs coddling a baby named Michael. I realized I needed to get back on track. I was up here looking for a scrapbook. The first place I looked was The Chest. The Chest was the keeper of my most prized childhood memories and laughs. It creaked slightly when I opened it. It was full of cards, clippings, letters, notes, photos, drawings, journals, and pressed flowers. I sifted through it, looking for the scrapbook, when I came upon my nine year old diary. I flipped through all the pages, looking for something to show Hodgins. My eyes found a page with a list. The list of everything my "perfect" guy would have.
His smile will light up a room.
His heart will always be open.
He will always be able to make me laugh, no matter the occasion.
He will always have my back, and I his.
He will never leave me alone.
He will be able to flip pan cakes in the air.
He will always be up for an adventure.
He will follow his heart.
He will be smart, but not smart enough to make me feel inferior.
10. He will always know when I'm lying and what I'm really thinking.
A small smile crept over my face as I thought of how accurate the list was. I felt like a couple things were missing though.
He has sarcastic sense of humor.
He has a slight temper that make his temples cherry red when he is angry
No matter what his lips say his eyes always tell the truth.
He is determined.
He treats me like a queen.
He makes me feel alive at times, but keeps me grounded at others.
He is as romantic as I am.
He's a dork at heart.
His nose crinkles when he laughs.
And most importantly, he loves me almost as much as I love him.
I set the completed list back in the trunk and found the scrapbook. As I stood Hodgins came into the room.
"You okay, Angie?" he asked softly. I looked up abruptly deterred from my thoughts.
"I'm great, Sweetie, I just had to fix something." I answered absently. And then I grinned like a fool. I ran to him and kissed him in a passionate embrace.
"What was that for?" He asked when we parted.
"For being my guy." In more ways that you will ever, ever, know.