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"Where's Mommy again?" Jackie asked climbing into her bed.

"She went out with Aunt Angela. Girl's night," he told her. She lay down, and Booth lifted the covers to her chin, and sat down on the side of her bed.

"I'm a girl. Why wasn't I invited?" She pouted.

"Sorry Wackie, big girls only," he explained.

"So when I have tits I'll be invited too?" she asked curiously.

Booth seemed to be choking on the air all of a sudden. His face turned red and he couldn't seem to find his words. His baby girl growing up way to fast. 5 going on 25. And using words like... that.

Jacqueline looked at him waiting for an answer.

"Where did you hear that word?"

"What word?"

"The one you just used... you know."

"Tits?"

"Yeah, that one."

"Parker," she said. She had been spying on him and his friend when she heard it.

"Well that's not a word you should be using. Especially around your mother."

"Why not?"

"It's not a word little girls use, and it's not the proper word," he explained.

"So what should I say then?

"Um..." he fumbled. It's not that he was not willing to say the word 'breasts' to his young daughter. It's just that it embarrassed him. He knew it was silly.

"Daddy?" she prodded. "Answer me, daddy."

"Breasts."

"Oh ok," she responded, but she didn't seem satisfied, brows furrowing, like her mother's do.

"Ok?"

"Ok."

"Do you want to ask me something else baby?" he asked, and was hoping he wouldn't regret it.

"Do you look at pictures of breasts on the computer too?" she asked completely innocently.

Oh god. It was worse than he anticipated.

"Did you see Parker looking at pictures like that?" Booth asked anger growing inside him, that his son could be so careless as to let his little sister see him doing it. He couldn't quite be mad at him for looking at porn... What young teenage boy didn't?

"I don't know. Should he?"

"No, no he shouldn't! That's something only grown-ups do. When they are very old, and they love each other, and they are married." He didn't mean for his tone to be so harsh.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked surprised, widening her eyes.

"No baby, I'm not mad at you. You just surprised me with your question. Where did you hear about someone looking at pictures like that on the computer?"

"Adam's mommy and Daddy don't live together. He told me that whenever he goes to his daddy's there are pictures of tit... breast on the computer."

"Oh. Well you should tell Adam that you are a lady and he shouldn't tell you things like that next time he tries," he told her kissing her forehead.

Jacqueline giggled. "That's silly."

"You're silly!" Booth said glad for the distraction, tickling Jacqueline through the covers. She squirmed and laughed.

"Daddy?" she asked when he stopped tickling her.

"Yes, Jackie?" he asked, even more afraid of what would come out of her mouth.

"When will I have big ones? Like Mommy does?"

Oh god. "When you're older. Much older," he explained. "But everyone's are different, so... yeah... Time for bed!"

"But what if I want to ask more questions?"

"I think you are trying to waste time to not have to go to bed," he said wiggling his finger in front of her nose, and then poking it, causing her to laugh again. "Goodnight Jackie," he said kissing her forehead.

"Night Daddy! I love you lots and lots!"

"And I love you even more," he said turning off the light, and closing her door.

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When Brennan returned home, it was after midnight. She quietly entered the bedroom, and found Booth still awake, watching television.

"Hey, how was your night?" he asked her.

"It was good. I must admit that I am a little inebriated. I drank more than I intended too," she smiled, as she removed her shirt and slipped her skirt down her legs. "How was your evening with Jacqueline?"

"It was fine. I had an interesting conversation with your daughter."

Brennan stopped pulling her covers back to look at him. She sighed. "What did she ask you? It must have been bad. You only call her my daughter when it's something you'd rather not answer," she smirked.

"She wanted to know why she wasn't invited out on your girl's night. She asked if it was because she didn't have breasts yet."

Brennan smiled. "She said that?"

"Well no. She didn't say breasts. She said tits."

"It might be my current blood alcohol level... But I find that very humorous," she told him climbing into bed and snuggling into him.

"She also asked me if I look at porn on the internet."

This got Brennan's attention, and she raised herself to turn and face him. "She asked you about pornography?"

"That Adam is a bad influence. And I'm going to run a background check on his father," he mumbled.

"Well what did you tell her?" she asked out of curiosity, especially because it was such an uncomfortable topic for him.

"I told her it's something married people do when their older.

Brennan laughed out loud.

"What?" he asked.

"You told our daughter that married couples look at pornography together?" she laughed again.

"I didn't know what to tell her!"

"No, no, there's nothing wrong with that. I just... find it curious..." she trialed off, knowing it would catch his interest.

"What is curious about it?"

"Well, that you would tell her that. When have we ever done that together?"

"You want to look at porn with me?" he asked incredulously.

"I'm not... opposed to the idea. Is that something you would enjoy? Perhaps watching two women together would heighten your arousal?"

Before she knew what was happening he grabbed her and flipped her so she was lying under him, his weight pining her down.

"You don't even know how hot you are," he mumbled as he captured her lips in a frantic kiss. "Even after all these years, you still drive me wild like the first time..."

He discarded her bra and buried his face between her breasts, grinding himself against her warm core. Brennan moaned in absolute bliss, fingers working to remove his boxers.

"Mmm, and those noises you make... You are all I need," he told her lovingly.

"Does that mean," she gasped as he sucked on her nipple, "that you don't want to watch porn with me?"

"Only if it's a solo performance and you're the star..." he told her.

"Perhaps I could arrange for that..." she said not quite jokingly.

"I sure as fuck better be the camera man Bones!" he said pulling the covers over them, and joining her in another round of marital bliss.

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