The Days in the Life of the Booth Family: Chapter 1
"Daddy…..Daaaadddy? Daddy, wake up!" in a tone that only a frustrated almost three-year old could produce was the first thing he heard as he came to. He opened his eyes and sitting on his stomach, grinning down at him was a miniature version of his wife. He still couldn't believe just as much they looked and acted so similarly. "What is it, munchkin?" asked Booth. "Mommy said to come and get Daddy up, so I did," said the little girl. "Mommy's making pancakes, Daddy!" "Aww man," said Booth, "what I really wanted is….raspberries!" And before she knew it, Booth had scooped her up and put her on the bed so he could tickle her and give her raspberries on her little belly. "He he…stop, Daddy, stop", she squealed. Hearing the squealing from the kitchen, Dr. Temperance Brennan decided to see what all the commotion was about. The scene she walked in on was precious. Her little girl was squealing and laughing, while her husband was tickling her all over, although it was evident how careful he was being to be gentle. He was gazing down at her with fatherly adoration and amazement. Brennan decided she couldn't resist. She hopped on the bed to "help" her little girl. Booth stopped the tickling when Brennan came. The little girl launched herself into her mother's lap for "protection". "What was daddy doing to you, Christine?" asked Brennan. "Daddy was tickling me, Mommy!" "I saw that, baby. You and I can get him back later, okay?" Brennan stage whispered in her daughter's ear. Christine giggled. "Why don't you go and watch some cartoons, sweetheart, and Daddy and I will come in a minute and we can have breakfast?" "Okay, Mommy!" and with that she hopped off the bed and ran downstairs to the living room to finish an episode of Dora the Explorer.
As soon as she was gone, Booth lay back down and opened his arms for Brennan. She sidled up next to him and rested her head on his chest. "Now this is how I'm used to waking up" said Booth. "Hey, it's not my fault that you slept in today. One of us had to get up since YOUR daughter wakes up with the sun!" exclaimed Brennan. "Oh I see…she's my daughter when she does something you don't like and your daughter when she succeeds?" said a teasingly exasperated Booth. "She's OUR daughter, Booth, always…" explained Brennan in one of her sentimental moments. "That was very sweet, baby" Booth said in the hopes she wouldn't object to the endearment. After being married for almost five years, he should have known better. "Booth, I just want to remind you that terms of endearment are only to be used in the privacy of our home. Something that you seem to have forgotten since you used several at both the crime scene and on the forensic platform last week." "Okay, okay, I'm terribly sorry, even though I know that deep down you like it. Now do I get a good morning kiss or not?" asked Booth. When Brennan started to argue, Booth decided now was a good time to end this pseudo-argument. He turned a little and crushed his lips to hers. At first, Brennan was trying to be resistant to prove her "irritation", but as she knew by now, resistance was futile, because she couldn't help herself but to respond whenever he touched her. She deepened the kiss and he pulled her on top of him. Their tongues fought for control, his hands running up and down her waist and hers alternating between the sculpted planes of his chest and running her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. They broke apart, for no other reason than that they both desperately needed air. Booth placed his hand on the side of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. "Now that…is how you say 'Good Morning'", said Booth. "Good morning, Booth. I love you", replied Brennan. "How could you not?" Booth teased. Brennan tried to slap his chest for the comment, but Booth flipped them over, so he was on top of her. Just their lip were about to meet, they both heard a small voice, "Mommy, Daddy, I'm very hungry!" Brennan reached up to give Booth a small peck. "We'll continue this later" she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Promise?" Booth requested. "Booth, I am nothing if not a woman of my word, but right now we need to go be parents" responded Brennan. And with that she rolled off the bed and was downstairs getting everything ready for breakfast with Christine's help, of course. Booth got about of bed to get ready to go downstairs, thinking he could use a cold shower. When he was done, he went downstairs to see Christine, spooning helpings of fruit salad onto plates and Brennan putting all the pancakes on a plate. "This looks great, ladies" Booth said. "I helped Mommy with the pancakes, Daddy!" Christine proudly stated. "You did? I bet they're gonna extra yummy."
Christine was outside in the backyard playing, while Booth and Brennan cleaned up the mess from breakfast. "Oh, don't forget we need to leave early enough tomorrow to get to my mom's house in time for dinner" Booth said. "Well, that's funny, because I've been trying to forget all week. I still don't see why we have to spend a whole week with your family for Thanksgiving" Brennan said obviously irritated. "Bones, come on, I know you and my mom don't see eye to eye, but she's my family and she adores Christine. Can't you try and be a little optimistic? For me?" pleaded Booth. "Booth, your mother hates me" Brennan stated. "She doesn't hate you, Bones. You both just see the world differently" Booth responded. "Booth, that's bullshit. She has made numerous remarks about my job, our marriage, my lifestyle choices, and how that affects my ability to adequately parent Christine." "What has she ever said about our marriage?" Booth asked. "She hinted, not so subtly I might add, that I was the exact opposite of who she imagined you ending up with. But it's okay because at least one of her sons chose well. She loves Padme. They swap recipes and parenting stories…" Brennan answered back. "Bones, I think you misunderstood my mom. She would never say something like that" Booth said. Fuming, Bones just glared at him, while he continued to wash the dishes, completely oblivious to her ire. "You know what, Booth, you're right! Your mother is a saint who can do no wrong! It's all my fault we don't get along. I look at dead people for a living. I'm a devil-worshipping atheist, I tricked you into thinking I was a nice respectable woman…oh and let's not forget, I'm a cold fish, whose incapable of raising my own daughter" Brennan yelled, the sarcasm dripping from her voice. "You know what, I'm gonna go to Angela's house a little early to help set up the nursery. I'll be back in time for dinner." And with that she grabbed her keys and was out the door before Booth could respond. "Oh boy," he thought, "looks like I'm takin' the couch tonight."