A/N: So, here's my promised story about the life of Booth and Brennan with their little daughter Emily and of course Parker cuteness. It'll be a collection of OneShots, but I don't think that they'll be in a right order. That means you might read a story about Emily as a baby, then about Emily as a four year old and then again about her as a two year old. I'll write them when I have them in mind.

To this story: I'm not at all satisfied with it, but I haven't written in a while, so it'll be better the more time I have to write.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones!

Photograph

Booth looked dreamingly at the latest picture frame he had added on his desk. It was one of his lovely two girls. The love of his life looked more than happy up to the camera while their little girl's big blue eyes glanced at her mother.

Temperance and Emily.

God, he already loved this little girl so much. Even though he had just been able to meet her. It was already a week. Yesterday, he had been able to take these two home. Finally! And the entire day he couldn't help to think of them. He was barely able to concentrate on his work. But this photograph reminded him too much of what a lucky guy he was. Not even lucky, he dared to say that he was luckiest person in this world.

At that thought, he chuckled. It wasn't all too easy. And with that, he didn't mean the baby. Temperance had a temper. He had known that before, but now it was pretty hard to keep her calm. She had been pretty sore this morning when he was allowed to leave for work and she was - as she had put it - "stuck at home with a crying baby and no maternal instincts". After that, she had let herself slip down to the ground and began to cry bitterly.

"Seeley, why can't I go to work?" his gaze lay on him while big crocodile tears left her eyes.

"Honey, what would you do with Emily" sitting down next to her he could look straight into her now, from crying, turquoise eyes.

"I could take her with me. She sleeps most of the time, anyway. She wouldn't mind."

He loved it when she acted that childlike. He couldn't really see that side of her too often and he guessed that, now, she showed it only because of the hormones.

"I think she's a little small to go to the lab with you. She could have nightmares with all these skeletons around…"

"You are not thinking logically here." he had to smile at that comment. Certainly, he wasn't thinking logically, but more important, she wasn't either. "Emily wouldn't even notice where she is."

"But Parker would." he told her warmly and put an arm around her shoulders.

"I forgot Parker is coming? That's just too much. I can't do this, Booth. It's my first day alone with Emily and now I get to take care of Parker as well."

"I told you Parker is coming last week and you happily agreed to it."

"I know" with that she fell into his arms and sobbed loudly. "But it's just too much. I can't do this. I'm no good at being a mother. I'm Temperance Brennan, forensic anthropologist, who writes book by the side. I don't have any maternal instincts."

"Do you love Emily?" he asked while patting her back.

"Of course! Who do you think I am? I love her so much that it hurts… Though this is rather illogical." she looked at him seriously.

"If you love her, you have maternal instincts, Bones."

A pretty little smile crossed her face. "Do you think so?"

"I think you are the best mother Emily could wish for. I've seen you with Parker and I've seen you with our little girl - you couldn't do any better."

She watched him intently for a moment and placed a soft peck on his mouth.

"Thank you, Seeley."

"You're welcome, Honey. And you know what? On Friday, I take you to the lab and watch our little munchkin, while you can help a little at the lab. But only a little."

With that her smile grew bigger and bigger and she kissed him passionately.

"I love you, Seeley."

"Hey Booth! Dreaming again?" Booth looked up from the photograph to Agent Thatcher who entered his office.

"It seems so."

"I was just about to leave and I wanted to remind you. Time passes by and you don't notice with all your staring."

"Thanks, but I know. I'm just waiting for Temperance. She insisted on taking me home tonight."

Thatcher crossed the office to take a place next to Booth.

"Ah, that is the mystery woman that stole all your senses. And, shame on you Booth, on the same picture as your lovely fiancé."

Booth laughed. "Yeah… I hope Temperance won't find out."

"What shouldn't I find out?" his beautiful partner entered the office with a baby carrier in her right hand and a curly blonde boy on her other hand.

"Daddy!" Parker screamed and ran into his fathers arms.

"What wasn't I supposed to find out, Seeley."

Booth smiled at her curiosity and wanted to answer, but was cut by Thatcher.

"That our Booth here is hat over heels into this girl named Emily."

"Ah, that is it. No wonder that he keeps coming home so late." she smiled and put the carrier down to put strand of hair behind her ear. "But keep going Booth. I've dinner ready at home."

Booth grabbed the files on his desk to put them in a drawer. "So, bub, what have you been doing today?"

"Tempe and I taked care of Emily. I was allowed t'hold her and she grabbed my hand, daddy. And then I helped Tempe with lunch and Emily cried and I got her quiet again. Daddy, with Tempe she cried and then I singed 'hush little Emily', like you did when I was a baby, only that you didn't sing Emily 'cause my name is Parker and that wouldn't have any sense, would it, daddy? And when I singed she slept in-stant-ly. Tempe say I'm a great big brother. Don't ya think, daddy?" all the time he babbled Parker was jumping up and down, which made it even harder for Booth to follow his son's excited explanations.

He put his stuff away and got his coat on. "Sure, you are, bub!" Then Booth went over to Temperance to peck her on the cheek and afterwards he bent down to the baby carrier, in which his little angel lay sleeping. "Hmm, muffin, have you stressed your mommy today?" he asked her in his sweetest voice and got lost looking at this little girl. He couldn't believe that this was actually happening. He had a baby with the wonderful Temperance Brennan and a lovely little boy.

Booth placed his hand at the small of Brennan's back to lead her out of the office.

"Goodnight, Agent Thatcher." she said before they turned.

"Goodnight, Dr Brennan. See you tomorrow, Booth!" Thatcher told them and watched them go for a while until something came to his mind.

"And Booth?" Booth stopped and looked over his shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"You are a lucky man!"

"I know!" Booth told him and took a glance at his fiancée. I am, I definitely am!

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