Booth hurried to unlock the front door to his house as he balanced Hank on his hip, eager to escape the cold. It had been a miserable day...training a bunch of rookies on how to handle hostage situations while being at an outdoor venue on a wet winter's afternoon was near the top of Booth's most hated work related activities, but he was home now...time to relax and enjoy the evening with his family.

He reached down to put Hank in his playpen before shrugging off his navy blue topcoat and hanging it in the hall closet. "Now you just sit there a minute, buddy, while Daddy goes to change clothes. Then we'll see about some dinner, okay?"

Hank happily began to wave the large plastic blocks in the playpen as he smiled at his father. "Good...you play. I'll be right back." Retreating to his bedroom, Booth took off his light gray pullover sweater and laid it over the back of a chair. He'd needed layers against the cold while outside this afternoon, but it was too warm in the house to leave it on for long. He removed his gray and blue striped tie and started to unbutton his shirt when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He knew how much Bones loved this color on him, and he had to admit...French blue was a nice color. He grinned as he twitched an eyebrow at his reflection. Maybe, just maybe, he might get a little action from his wife tonight if he left this shirt on instead of changing into one of his comfortably ragged tee shirts…He unbuttoned another button, exposing more of the white tee shirt underneath and chuckled to himself. Who knew that a blue broadcloth buttoned down shirt could be such a turn on, right? It's a good thing he didn't wear one everyday or he'd never get to work… He changed out of his slacks and was ready to look for a clean pair of jeans when he heard Hank give out a lusty wail. "Jesus...now what?" Grabbing his phone from the dresser, he quickly threw on a pair of his old sweatpants over his briefs and pulled them up just far enough to be decent before running to the family room check on his son.

Hank stopped crying as soon as he saw his daddy come into the room, but the little boy's pouty face was still in evidence. "Well, no wonder you're mad.", Booth told his son. "You threw all of your blocks out of the playpen." Booth bent over to pick up the blocks and handed them to his son, who laughed gleefully. "Okay, enough of that game…" Booth's phone chimed to let him know he'd received a text.

Taking Christine to Jennifer's house for sleepover. Stopping for some errands: returning books, for gas and milk etc. Spaghetti in fridge for Hank. See you soon. B.

"Okay, Hank...looks like it's dinner time." Booth picked up the baby and got him fastened into his high chair, wrapping his bib around him. "Gotta nuke some noodles...Mommy says this is special organic non GMO tomato sauce and whole wheat noodles, but it just looks like plain ol' spaghetti to me." Hank watched with interest as his daddy got the small plate out of the microwave and came to sit down next to him. "Here we go, buddy...let's try a bite of sketti, okay?" Booth brought a spoonful of food up to the baby's mouth, but Hank turned away just in time to get a cheekful of sauce. "Come on, now...eat up. Mommy says it's good for you." Another spoonful, another miss...this time the sauce ended up down the front of Hank's bib. "Here we go, little man...here comes the airplane…" Booth did a double loop with the spoon, much to Hank's amusement, but the baby refused to open his mouth when it was time to land the spoon, and he ended up with a chin covered with sauce.

Booth was getting exasperated. "I know you like this stuff...is it too hot?" He took a bite to test it. "Nope, just right. Look, son...this is good stuff, and you gotta eat. No taking after your mommy, okay?" Hearing his phone chime again, Booth set the plate of spaghetti on the highchair tray and went to retrieve it from the family room, leaving Hank to gather fistfuls of noodles and sauce in the few minutes he was gone. "Wrong number...oh my God...look at you…" Booth quickly grabbed a nearby dish towel and tried to clean up the giant mess before him.

Hank's smiling face was covered with spaghetti sauce, and several noodles were stuck in his hair, ears, down the front of his bib and even on the front of his diaper. Hank had enjoyed the game of having Daddy retrieve what he threw out of the playpen, so a fistful of noodles soon hit the floor, accompanied by the baby's happy laugher. Booth bent over to pick up the noodles with the towel and sat up just in time to have another handful of noodles and sauce hit the front of his blue dress shirt as the plate landed on the floor.

"Arrgh! Look at my shirt! I guess I should've worn a bib, too, right, Hank? Okay, now that's enough…" Booth quickly stripped out of his shirt and put it in the sink to soak before picking up the plate. "So I get it, okay? No spaghetti, alright? Let's see what else we can find…" Booth pulled out some tubs of homemade baby food from the refrigerator, and opened them as he sat down by the high chair again. Sniffing them, he grimaced slightly as he showed the contents of the containers to Hank. "This looks like carrots and maybe some chicken…" Finally, after a few minutes of work, Booth was able to get enough food into the baby to make both of them happy, but after cleaning up the mess left by dinner, his white tee shirt was now filthy, spotted with several different kinds of pureed meats and vegetables.

"Bath time for the Tiger!" Booth pulled off his dirty tee shirt, and, hitching up his sweatpants, bent over his son to scrub the spaghetti sauce out of his ears and hair. "You're supposed to eat your dinner, not wear it, buddy." He dried the baby with a fluffy towel, put him in his pajamas, and after reading a story and rocking Hank for a few minutes, laid him in his crib. Turning off the light, he watched as the baby relaxed and drifted off to sleep. "Good night, Hank."

Exhausted from the battle that had ensued over dinner, Booth grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and sat down to watch a hockey game. He was a little chilly without a shirt, but at that moment he was too worn out to go get one from the bedroom. He tried to concentrate on the game, but soon he was drifting off to sleep. Booth was stretched out on the sofa, napping peacefully, when Brennan came home.

Brennan took a few minutes to appreciate the amazing sight before her. She'd always appreciated how good Booth looked in his clothes, but without much clothing...it was even better. In fact, spectacular was the first word that came to her mind to describe his appearance. One arm was behind his head, while the other was flung across his abdomen, giving her an impressive view of the well defined musculature of his arms. She studied his bare chest with appreciation, watching as his large, well developed pectoral, latissimus and serratus muscles flexed and extended during his rhythmic breathing. And then there were those abs...rock hard and well delineated right down to his inguinal creases, exposed by the sweatpants that were riding low on his torso. It was enough to leave her breathless. "Magnificent…" she whispered as she sat down on the edge of the sofa and ran her hand across his chest. She knew she was truly fortunate to have a mate with such a pleasant physique, and she couldn't resist the urge to touch him…

"Bones?", Booth mumbled in his sleep.

"Well, of course. Who else would you expect it to be?" Brennan giggled at her groggy husband. "Is Hank in bed?"

"Hmm? Yeah…" Booth was still a little drowsy until he realized that her caresses were becoming more purposeful. "We made kind of a big mess at dinner, so I gave him a bath and…"

"Is that why you're shirtless? Aren't you cold?" She smiled as she ran her nails down his arms, raising goosebumps on his skin as she did so.

"Well, maybe a little, but my shirts got dirty, and I was too lazy to go put another one on…" Booth smiled as he reached up to embrace his wife. "...especially when I was hoping I'd just have to take it off as soon as you got home…"

Brennan smiled demurely as she ran her fingers across Booth's abs. "I haven't had any dinner yet...have you? I'm a little bit hungry..."

"Not a problem." He got up from the sofa and hitched up his pants a bit. "I'll just go heat us up some spaghetti."

Brennan once again paused to admire the appearance of her husband in his scant clothing. She reached up and grabbed his hand, pulling him down to sit next to her on the sofa. "Never mind…", she said, kissing him tenderly as she snuggled close to him. "I want dessert first."