it's paining me to post this right now because im having serious writers block on one of the words and by posting this it's making my ocd kick in because i don't have at least ten to post before i run out. on the plus side ive been re-watching some of my favourite episodes and so i might write some pre-relationship if i can find the inspiration.
-bones-
14. Steal
"Bones! Did you steal my shir—"
The words died in his throat as he entered their bedroom finding his wife, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned and draped over her small frame, and Christine sitting in the v of her legs, both of their eyes focused on the tiny bundle tucked against her chest.
Henry Max Booth was barely two weeks old and already had the appetite of a two year old. He'd joked that eventually she'd run out of milk to feed their son, in true Bones fashion she'd shot him down immediately— if Henry needed milk, her body would produce it.
Both of his girls looked up when he sat down beside them, reaching out to gently run his hand across the top of his sons head. Christine had been enraptured by her little brother since the moment she'd met him and so it didn't surprise him when she immediately turned her attention back to the baby.
"Shouldn't you be getting ready for court?"
"I was, you kind of stole my shirt though, Bones."
"Sorry, I was cold, here— erm, just pull the sleeve for me."
She shifted slightly, expertly balancing Henry in one arm as she held her arm out to him.
"It's fine, Bones. I'll just get another one, it looks a hell of a lot better on you anyway."
She smiled gratefully at him, leaning up to kiss him, before shifting Henry, gently easing him from one nipple to the other while simultaneously relocating Christine between her thighs.
He sat beside them, observing his family silently until she nudged his knee with her foot, smiling sweetly at him.
"You're going to be late for court, Booth. I know how much you hate to be late."
"I know, Bones. Just a couple more minutes."