Chapter 1

I don't own Bones

Booth/Brennan household:

"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey," Booth said jokingly as he pulled the covers off his second son Wendell, "Come on Gretzky you got a game to play." It was a Saturday morning and it was time to leave for Wendell's hockey game. He played right wing and managed to get a goal and two assists during this season and Booth knew how much Wendell wanted his second goal since the season was drawing to a close. Finally Wendell pulled himself out of bed and Booth left so he could get changed. Booth smiled as he watched his wife pouring over the newspaper. Swiping it from her he joked, "Thanks for holding on to this."

"Give it back you can have the sports section I just want to look over the news sections to see if anything interesting has happened recently," Bones complained. "Fine," Booth said with a mock frown, "How about I take the comics with me for Wendell to read after the game."

"No can do Buster. It's Daisy's turn to have the comics first, next week is Wendell's turn," Bones said. Oh yeah. The whole who gets the comics first system was developed by Bones so the kids, except Christine who was oddly grown up for a ten year old and thought that newspaper comics were childish, would stop fighting over who got them first. Booth loved his wife and all of his kids. There was Parker who was twelve and the half-brother to all of the others kids but he still had a responsible but still funny behavior who wanted nothing more than his own room. There was ten year old Christine who was tried to be grown up and mature just like her mother. There was hockey loving eight year old Wendell who liked being the middle child and was pretty street smart too. There was hyperactive, over-imaginative, talkative Daisy who'd go from playing with her dolls to racing her brothers in matchbox car races. Finally there was three year old Zach, who even at this age, had Booth knowing that he would turn out exactly like his mother. Booth loved all of them even though they fought at least once a week over games and or as the older two's personal favorite who left who's stuff on their side of the room.

Living in three bedroom house with five kids was always a tight squeeze, considering that the younger two were a result of too much wine one night, not that they were supposed to or going to know that. They had Parker and Wendell squeezed into one room while Christine, Daisy, and Zach were squeezed into another. Christine complained regularly about there being a boy in the room so Bones and Angela were trying to convince him to get rid of the man-cave and give either Parker the room and move Zach into his old one or have Christine move in there because Daisy and Zach were fine with the current arrangement. To be honest, it made more sense to give Parker the room since he was the oldest and now that Booth had full custody of him he needed his own space. Oh well maybe tonight he'll discuss it. Or not.

Angela/Hodgins household

A tired Jack Hodgins walked into the kitchen to see his wife cooking some scrambled eggs on the stove. Hugging her from behind, he said, "Hey baby." He enjoyed the moment right up until his six year old daughter Jessica wrinkled her nose and said, "Eww, gross."

"Hey honey are you helping mommy cook breakfast," Hodgins said hoping for a grin but only getting something that resembled a look of annoyance for being babied. Since Jessica was their last kid and only girl, she tended to get babied a lot. Of the Hodgins family, they had two adopted kids, Vincent and Finn, and two biological kids, Michael and Jessica. Finn was a humble kid they adopted after he was taken from a bad home. Vincent had an encyclopedia stuck in his head and was adopted as a baby from a college party girl mother. Michael was a kid who had gotten his mother's looks and charm and Jessica was a little redhead who loved experiments like her father.

Not one to take Jessica's sassy new attitude Ange to her to go tell her brothers that breakfast was ready and not to scream down the house like last time. Complying for just once she did as she was told. Maybe today would be a good day.

Ugh thought Angela as she cleaned up the third spill of the day. It wasn't even lunchtime yet how do they work this fast. It was probably because it was raining cats and dogs outside and havoc on the inside. Hodgins had to identify some bug at the lab and Finn managed to escape to go to the library and do some research for a project. Meanwhile Vincent and Michael over whether or not someone cheated during a video game and Jessica couldn't find her favorite crayon, Dandelion Yellow, to color a princess' crown, in a coloring book. After locating the crayon Angela called Brennan in order to get some adult talk.

"Hey Bren," Angela said as Brennan picked.

"Hello Angela," Brennan said.

"Got time to talk?" asked Angela hopefully.

"No, Daisy and I are at her eye doctor appointment and Booth took the rest of the kids to see Wendell's game," Brennan said.

"Wow glasses already she's five years old," Angela whistled.

"Yes it is early but I have recently noticed that she has been squinting more often and her preschool teacher said that she now has been walking up to the board to read it and she is squinting almost every time the teacher sees her looking there," Brennan said, "Hopefully if there is a problem with her vision it can be fixed with corrective lenses."

"I sure hope that nothing is wrong because we were lucky enough that Michael and Jessica don't have LCA," Angela said wistfully.

"I'm sure it I just a matter of Daisy needing corrective lenses. Oh good bye Ange the doctor is here," Brennan quipped and hung up before Angela could even say good bye.

Brennan/Booth household

"Hey four-eyes move it," snapped Parker at his sister.

"Don't call me four-eyes train tracks," squealed Daisy indignantly.

"Both of you knock it off and apologize," ordered Booth.

"What's going on now?" asked Bones. She only left the room for a few minutes to put Zach down for a nap.

"She has her stuff in my spot and called me train tracks," yelled Parker showing his braces to try and gain sympathy.

"Yeah, well he called me four-eyes," said Daisy indignantly.

"Can both of you be nice to each other and not tease each other about their orthodontic gear or corrective lenses?" asked Bones. Seeing their confused looks she explained, "Your braces or your eyeglasses."

"But he started it!" screeched Daisy.

"Enough! I don't care who started it because it ends right now! Now apologize to each other and go to your rooms," said Booth sternly. Both kids muttered a half-hearted apology and went to their respective rooms. Booth sighed, "Finally, quiet. But seriously Bones you had to let her pick those glasses?"

By those glasses he meant the corrective lenses Daisy picked out. They were red oval wired ones with black dots on temples. Daisy said they were like ladybug glasses and refused to try on any other pair. "She only wanted the ladybug glasses as she calls them, besides they were conveniently cheaper than the other frames," Bones said knowing how Booth didn't like expensive things.

"Fine but is everyone still coming later since the rain stopped?" Booth asked

"Yes," she answered as another argument broke out upstairs.

Sweets Family

This was the third and final house of the day. Six year old Lance Sweets wanted nothing more than to curl up on the sofa in their tiny two bedroom apartment and read a good book. He didn't understand why they needed to move. Their apartment was fine even though Kevin lived there. Kevin was nothing but a bully who made fun of Lance for being adopted.

The Sweets' old sedan pulled up to a house which had two cars parked outside of the neighboring house. Lance could smell hotdogs and hamburgers cooking and hear kids yelling. It sounded fun but Lance was never invited to play with other kids they just called him a weirdo and left him alone. His mother opened his car door and said that they just had one more house tour and then they will go home and have mac and cheese for dinner. That was all Lance needed to convince him to leave the car. Just as he exited the car a little girl with glasses walked out of the party house with a stuffed rabbit and a dump truck. Spotting him she didn't go back inside. She did the opposite. She put the rabbit and the truck down on front stoop and raced over.

"Hi! I'm Daisy what's your name?" she squealed, obviously excited to see him like they were best friends.

"Uh Lance, is that your house?" Lance asked confused. As soon as the word left his mouth he regretted it. Of course it's her house stupid she just opened the door and left the house.

"Yeah we're having a party and we have my parents' friends and their kids over. They're all pretty nice but I don't like Jessica. She's one year older than me and never lets me forget it. She acts all bossy and makes everyone else kick me out of games because I'm too little but when I say that Jessica's as little as me they say since she's older she can play with them but not me. They never want to play with me when Jessica's around," Daisy pouted then looked at him and asked, "How old are you? I turned five three weeks ago and I lost my two front teeth last week when my little brother whacked me in the face with his toy car. It was an accident but it still hurt a lot. Did you lose your two front teeth yet?"

Stunned that she can fit that many words in one breath Lance stammered, "I-I'm six and I lost my front teeth two years ago. They just fell out." Lance didn't want to say what really happened but Daisy seemed to buy it because her next question was, "Are you moving into the Wilson's old house?"

"I dunno. We're just here to look and see if we like it," Lance said.

"Can I come too? My brothers and sister and parents' friends' kids who are my friends except for Jessica won't let me play kickball and they keep calling me four eyes because I got glasses today," Daisy asked innocently. Lance's mother Kathryn said, "Only if your parents say you can."

"Can I just show him the room that has a window that looks into my room? If you guys move in I want to be able to talk to him like friends do in books and movies," Daisy pleaded.

"Not inside the house but you can show him outside alright?" Kathryn Sweets conceded.

"Thank you miss. Come on Lance I gotta show ya," Daisy said pulling on his arm. Lance got pulled into the side yard that was split between a fence and listened to Daisy.

"Okay, that window right there with the purple wallpaper is me and my big sister and little brother's room. We have to share a room because there is no space but my daddy might give up his man cave in the basement bedroom so my big half-brother Parker can have his own room and my little brother Zach can move in with my brother Wendell who is sharing a room with Parker right now. When you guys move in get that room with the blue wallpaper right there so we can talk late at night when we're supposed to be sleeping okay," she said looking straight at him Lance noted how she said when instead of if but didn't question her he just said, "Okay but I think you need to go back to your house because I think your dinner is almost ready."

Daisy nodded and walked Lance back to his mother to say good bye. Instead of just saying good bye Daisy hugged him and told him to move in quick and that she'll miss him if he doesn't move in because he is really nice. Lance felt flustered as she walked back to her house and kept that feeling all the way through the tour and all the way until dinner. It was a nice house in a nice neighborhood with good schools so the Sweets decided that night that it would be the perfect house for them and they asked Lance if he wanted to move there. He said yes still thinking of the little girl in glasses who called him nice and hoped that the Jessica girl would be nicer to her. They were going back tomorrow so Lance decided to wear his Star Wars shirt for tomorrow. It had a cool picture on the front and he thought that Daisy would like it.