Booth was sprawled out on their king sized bed as he watched his wife brush her teeth. "Do you really think I'm bored with our marriage and our life together? That's just crazy, Bones. No way I'd be bored with you around."

She smiled as she washed her face, glancing over her shoulder as she spoke. "I was concerned that we were getting bogged down by the rather dull routines of our daily lives….that we were in a rut. I wanted to spike things up."

Booth propped himself up with his elbow as he laughed. "I think you mean spice things up, right?" He caught the hint of her grimace in the bathroom mirror. "Look….I like our routines. I told you that this evening, remember? Putting the kids to bed, settling down for the night…" He rubbed the empty spot on the bed next to where he lay. "Snuggling with my beautiful wife…" He twitched his eyebrows and threw in a charm smile for good measure.

Brennan gave her husband a demure smirk as she walked from the bathroom to the bedroom. "I just don't want us to get so focused on our routines that we take each other for granted." She got into bed next to her husband and lay with her head on his shoulder. "I don't want that to be the only thing we talk about."

Booth caressed her gently. "Actually, I look forward to our routine every night, you know, because that means we got to be home with our kids instead of being at some godawful crime scene." He paused as he brushed his lips against the top of her head. Speaking softly, he continued. "When I was young, things could be pretty chaotic at our house. My mom didn't always know where my dad was or when he was coming home, and what shape he'd be in...a lot of times he was drunk and angry, and other times he was almost ready to pass out cold. Sometimes they'd argue so long when he got home at night that we'd miss having dinner. After Mom left, I tried to get a routine down for Jared…but I was just a kid. I had no idea what to do." Booth sniffled quietly. "Finally, when we went to live with Pops and Nana, and we actually had a daily routine, I realized how comfortable it was to have one."

Brennan nodded. "I am usually more comfortable in a situation when I know what to expect on a daily basis."

"I guess that's why I did well in the Army. They have that routine thing down to a science. I don't think we have to be that rigid here at home, but I think our kids are more comfortable when they know how each evening is going to go." His voice trailed off as he grew drowsy.

"Booth….?" Brennan ran her hand slowly across her husband's muscular chest.

"Hmmm?" He was very relaxed…. almost asleep.

"If you're not bored, why do you want a jet ski and a motorcycle?

"What?" His eyes blinked in surprise at his wife's sudden shift of topic. "Because they're fun to have….I think the kids would like riding the jet ski."

"Angela says you may be heading for a midlife crisis. After doing my research it appears that men who are having an age related emotional crisis tend to indulge themselves with expensive and often dangerous motorized toys…." Brennan pulled herself up to look at her husband, "like jet skis and motorcycles, or even sports cars, so they can recapture the thrill of their youth."

"Angela is wrong! I'm not having a midlife crisis!" Booth sat up in bed. "I just daydreaming, you know? Building castles in the air? Indulging my fantasies a bit?"

Brennan was confused. "Why would you build castles in air?"

"It's just an expression." He smiled at his wife as he relived a pleasant memory. "When I lived with Pops and Nana we'd go on picnics or for a drive after church if the weather was nice. There was one spot by a small lake that was their favorite, and they'd plan the house they were gonna build there, right down to the furniture and where to put the Christmas tree. I remember thinking they were nuts...no way they could afford the house they were planning….but they were just having fun...daydreaming together."

"So they planned a house they could never build...and they thought it was fun…."

"Yeah. C'mon, Bones...you know everybody daydreams and has fantasies about big houses or fancy cars or even motorcycles from time to time. That doesn't mean they want those things in real life. It's just fun to pretend."

"I never daydream, Booth….I'm much too engaged in my work." Brennan narrowed her eyes at her smiling husband. He obviously didn't believe her.

"I know all about your daydreams, because you write them down in your books." Booth laughed as he tried to dodge the fingers poking him in the ribs. "I think you have a lot of naughty daydreams, Bones….maybe you're having a midlife crisis, too." He watched her pretend to pout. "I know...we can both get motorcycles. You'd look so good in some skin tight black leather biker pants…. Ow!" He got smacked with a pillow.

"We're not getting motorcycles, Booth. They're far too dangerous. I will consider a jet ski." That was true...Booth was getting a jet ski for Christmas. Brennan grinned slyly at her husband. "I think the black leather biker clothes might be fun to try, however. I suppose we should make an effort to keep our sex life from getting too routine also. What do you think?"

Booth reached over to pull her close. "We can try some black leather to spice things up if you want, but remember…" He kissed her tenderly…."I really love this part of my nightly routine, and I don't need to change a thing…."