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Picnic

With one hand, Brennan deftly guided the stroller along the path down a slight incline. With her other hand, she held on tightly to Hank's little hand as he toddled alongside her. Parker walked ahead of her, carrying the large picnic basket as Michael-Vincent and Christine lead the group, finally stopping at an empty picnic table.

"Here Mommy." Christine announced.

"Yeah here." Michael-Vincent agreed.

"Here it is then." Parker echoed, placing the picnic basket on the wooden table, blowing out a breath in relief.

It was late in the Summer and the hot weather was getting cooler. A perfect day for a picnic. Brennan glanced at the baby in the stroller. Now three-months-old, little Katherine Temperance, or K.T as her parents called her, was still soundly asleep. Since the little girl's birth, her parents had been busy with the newborn. Brennan and Booth had offered to take the Hodgins children for the weekend, allowing their parents some much needed time alone to rest and recharge. It was fortunate that Parker was spending the Summer with them, and they had an extra pair of hands to help them with a house full of young children.

"Thanks for coming along Parker." Brennan said, knowing that the teen would probably rather be spending that Saturday morning with his friends.

Parker shrugged. "Dad said this is a great way to meet girls. Apparently they'll think it's cute that I'm with these little monkeys."

Brennan thought that if Parker was hoping to meet girls his age, what Booth told him was a stretch. Anthropologically speaking, most teenage girls would not be looking for potential lifelong mates at that age, but she kept her thoughts to herself.

"Perhaps." She agreed.

"C'mon Parker, let's go play on the slide." Christine took her big brother's hand. Michael-Vincent took his other hand and the two children dragged Parker towards the playground.

Brennan sat down on the park bench, grateful for a moment of silence. The car ride to the park had been noisy to say the least. It was a wonder that baby K.T had slept through it all. Parker had the right idea though. He had his Bluetooth headphones over his ears for the entire journey.

"I wanna go play too!" Hank whined.

"In a little while. I can't leave the baby alone. You can go join the others when Daddy gets here."

"I wanna go now Mommy!" Hank insisted.

"Here." Brennan handed Hank his toy truck. "Why don't you sit here next to me and play with your toys for a little while. Daddy should be here soon."

Brennan glanced over her shoulder, hoping Booth would indeed arrive soon. Hank was starting to develop his personality, one that very much took after his father and that meant a temper at times. She certainly didn't need Hank throwing a tantrum in the middle of the park while she was babysitting an infant.

"Okay." Hank took the toy as Brennan picked him up and sat him on the park bench next to her. She fished his other two toy cars out of her bag and handed them to him. Her gaze travelled to where the two older children were and she was again grateful to have Parker there to help. She took a moment to take in the scene before her. The park was filled with families and joggers, all eager to spend a Saturday morning outdoors.

An older woman who looked to be in her seventies was sitting on the bench nearest to them, her golden retriever lying at her feet. Brennan watched as she got up on shaky legs and started to walk. As she took a few steps, she stumbled, causing the dog that was with her to bark. Instinctively, Brennan reached out to steady her.

"Are you okay?" Brennan asked.

"A little light-headed." The woman replied, allowing Brennan to lead her to the bench that they had stopped at.

"Are you here alone? Do you need me to call someone for you?"

"On no, there's no need. It's such a beautiful morning, I think I let the time get away from me. I injected my insulin this morning and it's past the time for my mid-morning snack."

"You're hypoglycemic." Brennan pointed out.

"Yes. I think."

"Do you have some candy with you?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Here." Brennan reached into the picnic basket. Grabbing a juice box, she handed it to the woman. "This should help."

"Thank you." The woman took the juice and hurriedly drank from it. "Thank you for your kindness. I'm Ingrid, by the way."

"Temperance. And, you're welcome. Without adequate glucose in your system, you could slip into unconsciousness. You should remember to bring at least some candy with you the next time you walk your dog."

Ingrid laughed. "Thank you for the reminder. You sound just like my doctor."

K.T started to fuss and Brennan rose from the bench, reaching into the stroller, she picked up the baby, rocking her gently, then sitting back down.

"You have a wonderful family. I've been watching you all."

"Thank you."

Ingrid smiled at K.T who was swathed in a pink blanket. "She's beautiful."

"She is," Brennan smiled back.

"It must be hard with so many of them."

"It can be exhausting but fulfilling at the same time. I had my doubts about becoming a mother but it just happened. None of my children were planned for," Brennan smiled to herself, musing that considering how organized she was in life, it was ironic that both Hank and Christine were happy accidents. "I don't regret having them."

"Big families can be fun. You're happily married I assume." Ingrid nodded to the ring on Brennan's finger.

"Yes very happily married."

Brennan reached into the picnic basket, offering Ingrid a sandwich. "Hypoglycemia should be corrected quickly with simple sugars found in sweet drinks like juice but if you're going to make it home, you'll need complex carbohydrates as well."

"You're too kind." Ingrid replied, accepting the small sandwich.

Hank, now bored with playing with his toy cars tugged at Brennan's hand. "I wanna go play with Chrissy and Michael."

"In a little while Hank. I told you we have to wait for your Dad to get here. K.T needs me."

"But Mommy…"

"Why don't you say hi to Clyde over here. He loves children." Ingrid quickly came to the rescue, distracting the small boy with her dog. "You can pat him, if your Mom says it's okay."

Hank looked expectantly at Brennan, who nodded her head. Hank grinned, climbing down from the bench, he slowly reached to pat the dog, who started wagging his tail.

"He likes being scratched behind his ears, like this." Ingrid demonstrated how to do it, then allowed Hank to continue to action.

"Thank you." Brennan smiled to Ingrid.

"Just returning your kindness. Where is the boy's father by the way? Doesn't seem right to leave you with such a handful of children."

"We were in such a hurry to leave the house, we forgot the diaper bag. He drove home to get it."

"Does your husband engage in sports?"

Brennan was puzzled by Ingrid's seemingly unrelated question, but before she could offer a reply, she heard Booth's voice coming from behind her.

"Made a new friend Bones?" Booth said as he approached.

"Daddy!" Hank who heard his father's voice, immediately got to his feet, running up to him.

Booth caught the boy, picking him up, he swung him in a circle, causing Hank to giggle and squeal. "Hey Tiger! Have you been good for Mommy?"

"Yes." Hank replied.

"Booth, I'd like you to meet Ingrid. She's diabetic and was suffering from hypoglycemia. I offered her some juice and a sandwich. It would be safer if her blood sugar levels were normalized before she attempted to walk home."

"Yeah must be hard to be on insulin. My Grandma was diabetic. I always had to make sure she ate on time. I'd give you a ride home if you like. You and your dog."

"Oh no thank you, I think I'll be all right."

In Brennan's arms, K.T started to cry. Almost simultaneously, Hank started to squirm in Booth's arms. "I wanna go play with Chrissy and Parker."

"He was getting restless but I couldn't let him go join the others until you got here. Parker's already got his hands full with Christine and Michael-Vincent." Brennan spoke loudly over the baby's wails.

"She probably needs a diaper change. Here, let me. You've changed the last couple of them." Booth set Hank on his feet next to him as Brennan handed the crying baby to him.

"Why don't you take Hank to play with the others. I got this."

At his father's suggestion, Hank grabbed Brennan's hand, pulling her towards the playground. Booth changed K.T's diaper then sat down on the bench next to Ingrid. He had been right, all the baby needed was a diaper change. She settled quietly in Booth's arms.

"I hope you're feeling better." Booth said politely.

"Yes, much better. You wife is a very kind woman."

"Yeah not many people see that side of her."

"You have a nice family. Beautiful children."

"Thanks."

"You play sports?"

"Uh, yeah. Hockey mostly."

"Got a TV at home?"

"Um, yeah we do. Two, in fact."

Booth was trying to figure out the line of Ingrid's questioning but before he could open his mouth to ask, Ingrid spoke out rather harshly. "In this day and age where there's widely available contraception, I don't see why a woman would have to have five unplanned pregnancies."

"What?"

"Your oldest is already almost an adult and you're still making babies." Ingrid nodded at K.T. "Give your wife a break for goodness sakes! Go play more hockey or something to burn up your energy. Watch more TV to occupy your time. You don't go running off leaving the poor woman to care for your rambunctious brood."

"Wait, what?" Booth said, starting to understand what Ingrid was getting at. "No, you've got it all wrong." He started to explain, but Ingrid would have none of it. "You should treat her better. Temperance is a wonderful woman."

With that Ingrid, clearly no longer hypoglycemic, tugged on Clyde's leash and made her way up the path. Booth chuckled, shaking his head.

"What's so funny?" Brennan asked as she approached with Hank on her hip.

She sat down on the bench next to Booth.

"Hungry." Hank said.

Booth laughed. "Tigers are always hungry."

Brennan reached into the picnic basket, retrieving the container with apple slices. She opened it, handing one to her son.

"I assume Ingrid went on her way?"

"Yeah." Booth grinned, still amused.

"You haven't told me what you found was so funny. Did K.T do something amusing?"

"Nah. It was Ingrid. She was scolding me for getting you pregnant five times and leaving you to take care of all of them."

Brennan raised her eyebrows laughing too. "I can see why she thought all of them are ours."

"But the thought isn't so bad right Bones?" Booth glanced down at K.T. "She's adorable."

"I think I'm happy with our family the way it is now. Especially since Parker's coming over more often now."

"I guess you're right."

The older children approached.

"We're getting hungry." Michael-Vincent said.

"I have sandwiches for everyone." Brennan said as Christine and Michael-Vincent sat down on the bench.

"Clean your hands first." Brennan commanded as she handed the bottle of hand sanitizer to Christine.

"You know what Dad? You were right after all." Parker said.

"What was I right about?"

"One of those girls babysitting her cousin gave me her phone number." Parker held his palm, showing a hurriedly scribbled number on it.

"What did I tell ya huh? You better get that written down on a piece of paper or something before the ink comes off."

"Good thinking Dad."

"I have paper and a pen." Brennan added.

"Always prepared. That's why you're such a great Mom Bones." Booth pressed a quick kiss to her cheek as the family sat down on at the picnic table for an early lunch.

I wasn't too sure about this one-shot. Anxious to know what you think.