A/N: Howdy everyone! I am attempting another fic challenge from Bonesology…this time we were given two sets of 100 words and challenged to write a microfic 300 words or less (not counting author's notes) for each word on the list of our choosing. I will be asking for prompts for each word on Twitter, if anyone is interested in helping me out. If you don't already follow me, my handle is NatesMama1128. This first chapter is courtesy of my very good friend Frankie.

Wish me luck. Maybe I'll actually finish this one.

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Brennan smothered a laugh as she entered the kitchen with little Henry, the sight of her husband's behind sticking out from the fridge bringing out an uncharacteristic giggle.

She sat the baby in his high chair before confronting Booth. "What are you doing?"

Booth, surprised at the sudden interruption to his search, jerked up, banging his head on the top of the appliance. "Ow! Bones!" He turned and scowled at his wife's laughter, slamming the door shut. "It's not funny, that hurt like hell!"

"I wasn't attempting to surprise you, Booth. It was an accident!" She moved to kiss him. "It is not my fault that you didn't hear me. Some sniper senses you've got." She mumbled against his lips.

Sighing, Booth reached behind her to tickle his son's chin. "I was only looking for that last slice of apple pie from dinner. It's gone!"

Brennan began preparing breakfast for the baby, her back to Booth. "I was sure you ate more than your share of the pie. You couldn't find it?"

"Yeah." He sighed again and grabbed a box of Frosted Flakes. "It's not a big deal. I'll just have some cereal and eat while I watch the news. But damn, that pie was good." Brennan suppressed a smile as she watched him leave the kitchen.

When she was sure he was otherwise occupied, Brennan ran to the pantry and returned with a covered pie pan. Pulling back the foil, she inhaled the delicious aroma of apples, cinnamon and nutmeg while simultaneously reaching for a fork.

Settling at the table next to Henry, Brennan took a bite of the hidden treat and sighed deeply as her son seemed to give her a reproachful look he could not possibly pull off at 7 months of age.

"Don't tell your father."

PS. 300 words on the nose! That will *never* happen again.