Brennan's asleep on the couch when Booth returns from the store with Christine and Henry. He immediately takes note and turns around to face the kids, calling them back before they run up the stairs. "Mom's asleep, so you guys need to be extra quiet. C'mon. Help me put away the groceries and then we'll watch a movie."

"But I wanna go swimming, Daddy," Henry wines.

Christine laughs. "Yeah, go ahead, Little Alien. Get struck by lightning, be my guest."

Henry pushes her. "That's not nice, Rissy."

"That was sarcasm, little brother."

Henry crosses his arms across his chest. "That's still not nice. I'm gonna—."

"Whoa, okay, cut it out, both of you." Booth paused. "C'mon, chop, chop, in the kitchen, now."

The two kids nod and tread quietly through the living room and into the kitchen.

Booth takes one last look at the couch and smiles before following his kids out of the room.

Brennan moans and rolls onto her other side so she's facing the back of the couch, drifting back to sleep.

Brennan finally arouses from her nap a half hour later and sits up. She stretches and yawns, before standing and walking into the kitchen. She realizes that her headache is gone, for which she is very grateful, though she knows with a two kids and two infants in the house there is a good chance it will come back with a vengeance. She pours herself a glass of orange juice and sits at the island counter, grabbing the newspaper that she surmises Booth picked up when he was out getting the groceries. Speaking of Booth, where is he? Where are the kids for that matter? She listens, but hears nothing. The house is quiet, almost too quiet.

She sips her OJ and scans the paper, keeping her ears open. She can hear the rain assaulting the roof and wood of the deck, only broken up by the loud clap of thunder. She hopes it's not going to rain the whole week. That would certainly be a waste of a vacation and she'll surely go crazy if she's stuck in the house with two bored kids. She sighs and takes her eyes away from the window just as a flash of electricity lights up the late afternoon, dark grey sky.

The door to the basement opens and Henry steps out. He tiptoes into the kitchen, keeping his lips pursed to prevent him from making noise.

"There you are. Where are your dad and your sister?"

Henry jumps. "Ah!" He lets out a breath and sighs. "I'm sorry, Mommy. I'm sorry I waked you up. I didn't mean it."

She just smiles at him. "I was already awake, Honey. You were very quiet."

"Really?"

"Really." She pauses. "So where is everyone?"

"Daddy and Rissy are downstairs. We're watching Despicable Me 2." He beams and walks over to the refrigerator. He pulls open the door and looks up at the top shelf where the milk is. He sighs and stretches his arm up as far as it will go. "Eh-uh-eh-uh."

"I'll get you something to drink, Sweetheart. What would you like?"

"Milk, please, Mommy."

"Okay." She walks over to him and takes the carton of milk out. She grabs a glass from the cabinet and fills it halfway up. She recaps the carton and bends down, handing Henry the glass. "Be careful."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," she answers back, placing the milk back in the refrigerator.

He holds the glass in two hands, watching the liquid slosh against the sides as he walks over to the kitchen table. He manages to sit down without any major spills. He smiles, proudly and takes a sip. Suddenly, a loud thunder clap sounds, causing him to jump, let out a yelp, and drop the glass (which thankfully is plastic), spilling the rest of the milk.

She sighs and grabs a paper towel, wetting it some. She walks over to the table and picks up the glass, which landed on the floor. She rubs Henry's shoulder blades and she wipes up the spilled milk. "It's okay, Bud."

He buries his face in her shirt when she gets close enough to him and wraps his arms around her middle. "Mommy," he whimpers.

"I know, Sweetheart." She rubs soothing circles into his back, feeling him shaking. "Go back downstairs with your dad and sister. You can't hear the thunder from down there."

He nods, not wanting to let go. "What if the monsters get me?"

"What monsters?"

"Rissy says thunder is when the monsters get angry. She says when they get angry, they come after little boys like me."

She shakes her head, pulling him back so she can look him in the eyes. "Sweetheart, there are no such things as monsters. Your sister was just teasing."

He sniffles. "Are you sure, Mommy? I don't wanna be monster food."

She smiles and gives him a quick hug. "I'm positive." She kisses the top of his head and walks over to the sink.

He jumps off the chair and follows her, grabbing onto her shirt. "Wanna watch a movie with me and daddy and Rissy?"

"I'd love to, Sweetheart. Go downstairs and I'll be down in a minute."

He nods and lets go. He starts to walk towards the basement when he hears another boom. He jumps and stays put, his body trembling slightly. "Mommy?" His voice shakes and he bites his bottom lip.

"It's okay, Buddy. The thunder is outside. It can't hurt you."

He smiles and straightens his shoulders. "I'm not scared. Thunder is stupid," he says to himself as he takes a few steps forward.

She watches him gain confidence with each step and soon he's disappearing down into the basement. "That's my boy." As she places her glass and Henry's in the dishwasher, she hears the front door open.

"Anybody home?" Parker's voice calls out in the silence.

"In the kitchen," Brennan calls back.

Parker and Dakota head in that direction. "Where is everybody?" He asks, giving Brennan a one arm hug.

"Your dad, sister, and brother are downstairs watching a movie. I was about to join them." Brennan gives Dakota a hug next and smiles. She gives Gracie, who is wiggling around in the carrier her mom's holding, a goofy smile and reaches down to tickle her, getting a laugh out of the four month-old. She turns her attention to Oliver, who is kicking in the carrier his dad's holding and sucking on a set of rubber keys, and gives him a similar smile as she gave his twin sister. "How was the drive?"

Parker shrugs. "Traffic was horrible, but other than that, not too bad."

"Are you two hungry? Your dad just went food shopping."

Dakota shakes her head. "We stopped for lunch about an hour ago. We should be good until dinner. Well, I will be good until dinner, I don't know about this Big Guy," she says, patting her fiancé's stomach.

Parker smiles at her and adjusts his grip on the infant carrier.

"Do you need any help with your luggage?"

"No, Bones, I've got it."

"Well, get settled and then come down in the theater room. I believe Henry said they're watching Despicable Me 2."

"Alright. We'll be down soon." Parker pauses. "Oh, how are you feeling, Bones? Dad said you've been sick."

"I'm fine. I'm feeling much better, thank you."

"Good. We'll be down in a few minutes."

Brennan nods and heads downstairs, while Parker hands the infant carrier over to Dakota and goes outside to get their bags.