Okay, so this is Booth's POV. Once again, thanks so much for your comments! I REALLY appreciate them! I wasn't sure about how this format would go over, but everyone seems to enjoy it, and I'm glad! I hope this is not too confusing, it's from before Matt's and Allie's POV's.

Booth - 5 1/2 years after his marraige to Brennan

Booth lay in bed, his wife in his arms, enjoying the silence. It was hard to come by in his house. Not that he was complaining. He couldn't have asked for a better life. A beautiful, successful, amazingly smart wife, 3 wonderful, if mischievous children, and a job he loved. Sure, sometimes his life was like a circus, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

He looked down at the woman beside him. They'd been married for 5 1/2 years now, and he loved her just as much today as the day he pledged his life to her. They had their moments, still bickering and arguing over cases, disagreeing on everything from religion to the weather, but that was what made it so interesting. So unique. And never boring.

She was a wonderful mother, not just to Matthew and Alexandria, but to Parker as well. Last year, when Rebecca had died, he had come to live with them full time. Parker may not have been her biological child, but she had never made the distinction. He was hers, just as Matt and Allie were. Not that she had ever tried to replace Rebecca. She made sure that he remembered her, and she talked about her often, but she was the only mother he had now.

It was the same with him and Matthew. Booth had told Matt a little about Sully, but he was only 5, and he didn't really grasp much, but in Booth's heart, Matthew was his own son. Just as important to him as Parker and Allie.

There was no doubt about it, their family was a little different, but it worked. Parker, the big brother, always looking out for his younger siblings. Even going through the death of his mother, he still had taken his role as protector seriously.

Matthew, the smart one, taking after his mother. He worshipped Parker, would follow him anywhere. Like up in their brand new treehouse in the middle of the night, because they had wanted to spend the night in their new 'clubhouse'. Booth still remembered Matt's screams. He had jumped out of bed and run outside, Brennan close behind him, to see Parker lying on the ground, his arm at an odd angle, Matt beside him, crying to see his big brother so hurt. The cast had only come off 2 weeks ago.

Then there was Alexandria. His princess. She was only 3, but she was already the ringleader. The boys would follow her, doing whatever she asked of them. Of course, it didn't help that her daddy wasn't immune to her charms. Bones laughed at him, calling it justice after all those years of him getting whatever he wanted with his 'charm smile'.

Booth was about to drift back to sleep, catch a few more minutes on this beautiful Sunday morning, when a noise startled him. He listened carefully, but heard nothing more. Brennan stirred in his arms, and opened her eyes. "Good morning." She scooted up, pressing her lips against his. He responded, pulling her closer, kissing her back, until whispers in the hallway outside their door interuppted them. The pulled apart just as the knock came.

"Daddy?" Matthew's voice was muffled through the door.

"Come in." The door opened, and they watched as Parker walked in, carrying a tray of pancakes, followed by Matt, holding 2 glasses of milk. Allie toddled in behind them, carrying a vase with a single white rose. "Happy Father's Day!" they chorused together, beaming.

Booth and Brennan shared a smile, then sat up, watching their children.

Parker carried the tray over to them. "We made enough for Mom, too."

Booth ruffled his hair. "Wow, this looks great!" The pancakes were golden brown, if oddly shaped, and smelled delicious.

Matthew sat one glass of milk on the nightstand by Booth, then scampered over to the other side of the bed, depositing the second glass at his mother's side. He then crawled up beside her.

"We each had our own job!" Parker smiled proudly. "I made the pancakes, and Matt poured the milk."

"I didn't hardly spill any!" Matt said excitedly.

Allie sat the vase down carefully on the tray that Parker was still holding, then climbed up into her daddy's lap.

"And what did you do, princess?"

"I pickded the flower, Daddy!" She held up her finger, proudly showing him the disney princess band-aid that was wrapped around it. "But it biteded me, and I got a boo boo."

Booth took her hand gently in his. "So it did." He kissed the band-aid. "Better?"

Allie giggled and threw her arms around him, covering his face with 'Allie kisses'. "Yep!"

Booth laughed and hugged her.

Brennan smiled at them, at the same time wondering what mess she would find when she went down to the kitchen, and deciding it didn't matter at all.

Booth looked at his children, then at his wife. No, life was never dull at his house, but he wouldn't want it any other way.

I just want to say that this is my favorite chapter so far, so you all let me know what you think!