This is just something I wrote a while ago. I know that for Brennan's character, there are tonnes of kids, but lets just imagine that Booth convinced her otherwise. I really hope you like it! I had fun writing new characters.
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Booth
'Morning, Daddy!'
Seeley Booth woke as his eight year old daughter Katie launched herself onto his bed, landing heavily on his chest.
'Morning, sweetheart,' he said sleepily as he kissed her head. He breathed in her smell, trying to savour the smell that was so like that of her mother. Why did you leave me, baby? He thought as he almost always did as he woke up. I can't do this alone. I need you to help me. I can't raise four kids by myself. He quickly pushed aside his thoughts as Katie wrapped her arms around his neck.
'I love you daddy,' she said quietly.
'I love you too, gorgeous,' he replied, wrapping his strong arms around her. He would do anything to protect her, to protect them. He thought of his kids; Parker who was twenty-three yet still had the cheeky flair of his six year old self, Meg, who was seventeen and could out-mature Parker any day, Lucy who was thirteen and constantly left Booth baffled at how to deal with her teenage mood swings, Katie who was eight and was constantly reminding Booth of things he had to do around the house, and finally his two year old son, Oliver.
Booth stood up, wearing his pyjama pants and old FBI shirt, easily picking Katie up and swinging her over his shoulder. She laughed and hung limply.
'Look, daddy, I'm a sack of potatoes!' she yelled. Booth chuckled to himself as he entered the kitchen, putting Katie down on one of the kitchen chairs.
'Could you do me a favour, sweetheart?' he asked. 'Can you-'
'Set the table and get breakfast ready?' she said with a grin. Booth nodded, kissing her softly on the forehead before walking down the hallway to Lucy and Meg's rooms. He went to Meg's room first, gently opening her door and walking to her bed.
'Meg, possum, it's time to get up,' he said, pushing a clump of auburn locks off of her face and she stirred awake. She slowly opened her eyes, her dazzling blue eyes looking up at him. He looked down at his eldest daughter and felt his breath catch in his throat as he noted the similarities between her and Temperance.
'What are you thinking, dad?' she asked as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and sat up.
'Just thinking about how much you look like your mother,' he whispered. He looked down at his hands as he sat on the edge of her bed.
'Oh, dad,' she said, wrapping her arms around him. He hugged her tightly. 'I miss her.'
'I miss her too, Meg.' He pulled back, patting her on the shoulder before standing up and quickly changing the subject. 'You better get up and get ready for school. Come downstairs after your shower for breakfast.'
'Dad?'
Booth spun around.
'Yes, sweetie,' he said, his hand resting on the open door.
'You know we can talk about this, don't you?' Meg asked. 'About what happened with mum, I mean. Just because you're an FBI agent and all that doesn't mean that you can't show us your feelings.'
'I, um…I think your Aunty Angela would be best to talk to about all that,' he said dismissively, quickly walking out of the room to avoid the conversation.
He walked to Lucy's room, opening her door a bit more forcefully than Meg's, knowing that Lucy could sleep through almost anything. He sat on the edge of Lucy's bed and gently shook her shoulders until she stirred, rolling away from him.
'One more minute,' she mumbled.
'No, now,' he said sternly, though a smile tugged at his lips. She opened her eyes, looking up at him. Booth instantly saw Temperance in Lucy's bright blue eyes. He couldn't refuse her anything while she looked at him like that.
'Fine, one more minute,' he smiled softly. 'I'll go and wake your brother and by the time I get back, you better be up and dressed.'
'Parker or Ollie?' she asked, knowing that Ollie woke at the drop of a hat and Parker could take hours to wake up.
'Ollie,' Booth grinned, before standing up and walking out of her room.
Next was Oliver. Booth smiled as he remembered the argument he and Tempe had before they bought the house that he now lives in. She was persistent to have a room for each child while Booth thought that that would be impossible to pay for. She covered that, of course. So in their four bedroom house they did have a room for each child until Parker moved in, but he insisted that the study would be fine for him. And then Ollie came along, so they were forced to put him in their room until he was old enough to sleep throughout the night and then moved him into Katie's room. Luckily Katie loved sharing her room with her little brother and relished every moment.
Booth pushed open Ollie and Katie's door and made his way to Ollie's cot. He plucked the two year old out of the cot, resting him on his hip as Ollie began to wake up.
'Dadda?' he mumbled.
'That's right, matey,' Booth replied, as he walked back to the kitchen to find Meg sitting at the table by herself eating a bowl of cereal and reading a biology textbook while Lucy munched on a piece of toast on the couch watching MTV and Katie unloaded the dishwasher. Booth grinned, setting Ollie down in his high chair where Katie had already put his toast on a plate.
He took their lunches out of the fridge, putting them on the counter and double checking the contents.
'Girls, your lunches are here,' he said. 'I'm going to go and wake Parker.'
Booth walked to the study, opening the door to find his eldest son sprawled on his stomach over the single bed, the doona fallen around his hips, revealing his bare chest, skinny as always and boxer shorts. His shaggy blonde hair was covering half his face showing a couple of day's stubble underneath. Booth chuckled as he noticed the string of drool dripping down onto his pillow. Booth stepped over the piles of clothes and CD cases as he made his way to Parker's bed.
'Park, it's time to get up,' he said. He nudged Parker's shoulder before gently slapping his cheek.
'Ahhh,' Parker moaned into his pillow as he slowly woke up. 'Dad, I think you forget that I don't go to school anymore. I don't have to get up until I'm hungry.'
'Yeah, I know, but I need you to look after Ollie for me today,' he said. Parker opened his eyes, looking up at his father. Parker knew what his dad had been through and knew that he had to help him.
'Alright,' Parker mumbled, sitting up and pushing his hair out of his eyes.
'Thanks, Park,' Booth said, standing up and ruffling his eldest son's hair.
'What time will you be home?' Parker asked.
'About six-thirty to seven,' Booth said quietly.
'Do you want me to pick the girls up from school?'
'Yeah, thanks Park,' Booth walked out of the study and into his own room. He closed the door behind him, taking in a deep breath. He quickly took his clothes off before entering his bathroom, turning on the shower. He stepped under the water, feeling as it slowly turned hot. He leant against the wall, wishing his life back to the way it was a year ago.
Ten minutes later Booth was dressed in his black suit and dark blue tie. He didn't feel the need to wear his flashy ties and belt buckles anymore, all he felt was empty. The kids were all he had left.
'School time!' he announced as he walked back into the kitchen, finding Meg and Parker washing the breakfast dishes while talking intently about whether The Beatles or The Rolling Stones were more influential in the modernisation of rock music. Katie and Lucy were watching a re-run of The Simpsons while Ollie sat next to them playing with his building blocks. They all looked up, groaning. 'Come on girls! Let's get going.' Katie, Lucy and Meg all grabbed their lunches and their bags before following Booth to the front door.
'Have fun, girls!' Parker said in a high voice, his father's charm smile forming on his lips. Meg was at his side in two strides, raising a hand to ruffle his hair.
'Rotten step-brother,' she hissed, with a mock-frustrated smile. Parker caught her in a gentle head lock, watching as her shoulder-length auburn hair fell over her face. In a couple of seconds Meg had Parker flipped over her head, knocking the wind out of him as he landed on the wooden floorboards. Booth chuckled, thinking about how much she reminded him of Tempe.
'Have a good day, Park!' she called, grinning madly.
'See ya, Parker,' Katie yelled.
'Goodbye, Parker!' Lucy yelled.
'Bye, Park, look after Ollie,' Parker nodded, scampering to his feet and picking up Ollie to rest him on his hip.
'Have a good day, dad,' Parker said as the front door closed.
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