A/N: I recently had a family gathering for the first time in years so this popped into my head. Hope you enjoy it.

I don't own Bones.

Chapter 1 – Booth and Brennan

Booth tapped his fingers on the wheel and happily sang along to the radio on his way home from work. He had had a good day: after months of interrogations and stakeouts he and Aubrey had finally reprimanded drug lord Pablo Esposito, resulting in $340 million dollars' worth of narcotics being detained by the FBI. Deputy Director Stark had been very impressed with his work and made a point of telling him so. In fact, that was the reason why Booth was so happy. He couldn't wait to tell Bones the news. Sure, she'd be a little apprehensive as she always was, but he was confident she would be as pleased as he was.

As he pulled into the driveway, he smiled as he saw her through the window of the family room dancing with Christine and with Hank on her hip. As he entered the house he was met with the aroma of Brennan's lasagne and Christine's excited screams.

"Daddy!" she yelled before flinging her body into her father's arms. "I missed you! Mommy, Hank and I are having a dance party, do you want to join in?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, Monkey."

Christine pulled him into the family room, where he leaned in and gave his wife a tender kiss before taking Hank from her and throwing him in the air, causing the 13 month old to laugh uncontrollably. Once Hank had settled down, they all joined hands and formed a circle to give a passionate family rendition of Hot Blooded.

An hour later, Booth and Christine were polishing off some of the diner's chocolate pie while Brennan and Hank enjoyed some dairy-free peanut butter ice cream.

"Christine, please go get your bathrobe ready and select some toys to play with." Brennan instructed. Christine obeyed, and skipped gaily down the hallway to her bedroom. Booth took her absence as an opportunity.

He cleared his throat. "So, um, there's something I want to talk to you about, Bones… After the kids have gone to bed."

Brennan eyed him suspiciously. "What about, Booth?"

"Oh, nothing really. Just work stuff." He answered coolly, trying not become too excited should Brennan shoot his plans down.

"Oh, OK." She replied, feeling slightly confused. But she couldn't deny it made her feel warm inside that her husband loved to share every single aspect of his life with her.

Once the kids had been bathed and tucked in, Booth quickly changed his soaking shirt. Hank always had a little too much fun during bath time which nearly always resulted in Booth having to change his shirt. But Brennan didn't mind, in fact she eyed him saucily, her mind focused on recreating the actions of page 187 with her husband later.

Before their conversation, Booth prepared some anise tea as Brennan had mentioned earlier that she was feeling a little under the weather. Booth held his breath as he added the boiling water to the cup. He had driven through very poor villages in war-stricken Afghanistan as a sniper, he had been around dead bodies that were found in septic tanks, and he had worked undercover at a rainy drug fuelled festival that only had portable toilets; yet he was still certain that nothing smelled worse than this tea.

He handed it to Brennan, who was sitting on the couch, with strained smile as he tried to suppress his gag reflex. She smiled obliviously and accepted the tea. "Thank you, Booth! Now, what was it you wanted to discuss with me?"

Booth shifted nervously before he began. "Well, today we finally caught that drug lord we had been chasing for months-"

"Congratulations, Booth!"

He smiled before continuing. "We found over $300 million dollars' worth of drugs in this guy's mansion, Bones. At first, Stark disagreed with my approach because he felt that by interrogating a lot of his men, it would cause backlash for us and Esposito would maybe even attempt to flee DC. But I'd known this gang since my early days at the Bureau, and loyalty had never been their strong suit. Every single one of them sold this guy out for reduced sentences. They led us right to his doorstep. So when Aubrey and I led a TAC team inside, he was a goner. He gave himself up there and then. When I returned to the Bureau, Stark called me into his office and dealt me all sorts of praise for following my gut despite the high profile of the case and well" he cleared his throat. "He offered me the position of Deputy Director of the FBI."

Brennan sat stunned as she took in the news. Booth saw the look on her face and quickly tried to justify his excitement.

"But don't worry, Bones. Stark is taking on the role of Director and he's already given me permission to still work in the field and for you and Aubrey to still be my partners. I would have a lot more responsibility, and it might involve some travelling but the salary is more than double what I earn now and the amount of paperwork would allow me to work from home and spend more time with you and Christine and Ha-"

"Booth." She interrupted, growing impatient at his ramblings. "That sounds wonderful. I am so proud of you." She smiled, tears filling her eyes.

He returned her smile and leaned in for a sweet kiss, which quickly became heated.

Brennan removed his shirt and tossed it in the laundry hamper, as he led her backwards down the hall into their bedroom.

"Oh before… I… forget" he mumbled in between kisses. "I want to… have a barbecue… on Saturday."

Brennan stopped and looked up at him, exasperated. "Booth, there are only four of us, a barbecue would be complete waste of money and resources and-"

"No, not just us Bones, I mean everyone. I'll accept the job offer formally tomorrow morning and we'll invite Hodgins, Angela, Aubrey… Hey, you could even invite your squiterns. But not that tall, annoying, one."

"Oh of course, that sounds… quite delightful." She admitted. "And yes I quite agree. I must concede that while I find Doctor Wells' expertize impressive, I also find him to be an excruciating pain in my ass." She huffed.

Booth laughed heartily, he loved it when Bones cussed.

"Never mind Wells. Now, where were we?" He said raunchily.

"I believe we were right about here." She answered, dragging her husband into their bedroom by his belt.