Spoilers/Timeline: None/Set in the future; B&B are in an established relationship.
A/N: This is teeth rotting stuff; you've been warned. No sending me the dentist bill.
Disclaimer: Bones does not belong to me. Title taken from Ben Folds' Still Fighting It.
"Bones?" His voice preceded him into the room by almost a minute. She dropped the cloth and sank into the couch, attempting to look relaxed. It didn't work. "Were you cleaning the coffee table again?"
"There were minute solid particles covering the glass again."
"You mean dust."
"Yes, there was dust."
"You know they've been here hundreds of times before?"
"I do. That doesn't mean Tara needs to trip over one of your Sports Illustrated magazines like she did last time." She rose, sliding one of the offending magazines in the drawer of the table.
"Parker was the one who left it on the floor." He crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe to peer out the glass.
"Sure, blame your son."
"Your son, too."
"Not biologically." She leaned against him, watching for the car out of the corner of her eye. "But yes, my son, too." She sighed. "I know I've been a little... out of control... this weekend, but this just feels like one of those moments, you know?"
"I do." His eyes traveled over her, taking in the laugh lines etched deep around her eyes, the way the sun caught in her hair. She was still gorgeous.
He turned, trapping her against the wall, and leaned in. Her hands fell to his back, pressing him to her as his mouth left hers and began trailing kisses across her jaw. She closed her eyes, still amazed at how the simplest touch increased her heart rate.
"Oh, Dad, really?" She chuckled as Booth pulled away and turned to face Parker.
"Nothing you haven't seen before." He wrapped his arm around Brennan's waist, pulling her close. "Besides, I would think you would understand it by now."
"Understanding it and wanting to see my parents make out are two completely different things." He made another disgusted face before pushing the door open for Tara.
"There she is." Booth took two steps forward, nudging his son out of the way. "And it's nice to see you, too, Tara."
"Thanks, Mr. Booth. You want to hold her?"
"Is the sky blue?"
"Actually, it's not the sky-"
"Bones...." He shook his head, adjusting the bundle in his arms. She looked like Park when he was this age. Except for her eyes, she had Tara's eyes. "She's gorgeous." He looked up and met Brennan's gaze. She was grinning; eyes lingering on him and their grandchild nestled safely in his arms. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead, murmuring,
"Hello, Joy, welcome to the family."