You may have figured out that I'm doing an old classic plot line by this point, but I just haven't seen any other fictions that have done it so I figured I would! haha
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"Oh, good. You're up." A voice said from behind her.
She turned abruptly to find Booth leaning up against the door frame of the closet, "I was just coming to wake you." He said, pushing up off of the door frame and walking toward her.
"Booth!" she exclaimed, "You scared me."
Booth looked at her oddly, "I haven't heard you call me that in a while." He smiled, "Come on. We made breakfast for you."
"We?" she inquired.
Booth laughed, "Yeah." He said winking at her and then turning around and moving out of the closet.
Brennan followed closely behind, curious as to find out where exactly she was. She exited the bedroom and found herself in a moderately large entry way at the top of a set of wrap around stairs. Booth trampled down the stairs comfortably and walked into another room that Brennan couldn't see yet. She shrugged and followed in his path, walking down the stairs and into what was the kitchen. It was large with black granite counter tops, mahogany tinted cabinets and energy efficient appliances. Booth came to stand in front of her and handed her a cup of coffee, "I didn't give you a proper good morning." He said before leaning in and kissing her.
Brennan was taken aback by the forward move and for a moment didn't fight it, but when her logical side finally kicked back in she pulled away quickly and smiled at him shyly.
"Mommy!" A young girl said, "We made you breakfast!" They both pulled back to see three children staring back up at them. One with a portion of his eggs on his shirt and face and a young girl smiling at her proudly pointing at a breakfast plate that was made up for her. And lastly was a slightly older looking Parker who was giggling at Brennan's expression.
"What?" Parker asked, looking at his father for an answer when she gave none.
Brennan looked up at Booth who also appeared to be confused by her reaction, "What's wrong, Tempe?" he asked quietly.
"Uh…" Brennan stuttered, unsure of how to respond. Instead of responding, she slowly backed out of the kitchen, "Give me… one minute." She said, retreating to the foyer and pressing her back against the wall.
She heard Booth turn around and clap his hands, "Looks like mommy isn't feeling too well. Come on Taylor, eat your eggs."
"But I'm fulled." The young boy whined.
"Daddy?" the young girl asked.
"Yes sweetheart?" Brennan heard Booth answer.
"If mommy is feeling sick, does that mean she's going to have another baby?"
Brennan's eyes widened and immediately looked at her stomach, 'How many babies have I had?' she thought.
Booth coughed loudly from the next room, almost as though he were caught off guard, "I don't think so ladybug."
"Where did Bones go, Dad?" Parker asked.
"I don't know. I'm going to go check on her."
Brennan panicked. She turned abruptly to look at her resources and found a large bag in the hallway which she could only assume was her own. She yanked it open to find diapers and miscellaneous maternal items like loose crayons, a stash of candy, packets of tissues and children's medication.
"Bones, what's up?" Booth asked from behind her.
She dug more deeply into the bag and pulled out the first object she could find, "Got it!" she exclaimed, finding out that the object was a digital camera. She couldn't remember actually owning a digital camera, but then again, she didn't remember bearing the fruit of Booth's loins either. She turned and smiled at him, waving the camera in his face.
"Great idea." He smiled.
They both walked back into the kitchen and Brennan took a few snapshots around the table of their children, which she was still in a state of disbelief over. It appeared as though they had been together for quite some time. Three years at least, considering the ages of the boy and girl who were obviously twins. Despite her need to run away from this familial scene at the breakfast table, she felt a strange sense of comfort and belonging that she couldn't place, and that feeling overpowered her flight response. She was curious about the children, not only because of their obvious genetic link to both her and Booth but also because they were lively, energetic and fascinating to observe in their interaction with each other. It was obvious that the twins had a connection far beyond just being brother and sister and the fact that they resembled her and her partner made it all that much more interesting to observe.
Parker had aged as well and filled out a bit since the last time she had seen him. He was quite a bit taller as well which led Brennan to believe that he was probably about ten or eleven years old and most likely about to start going through puberty. He had already gained some of the stereotypical teenage mannerisms like rolling eyes and slightly reclusive nature when it came to spending time with parents, but he was overall still a good kid and you could see in his eyes how protective he was of the younger children, in particular the girl.
They had finished their meal and Booth stood up and began collecting their plates, "Okay guys. Upstairs and get dressed for school, okay?" he said.
All of the kids made their way upstairs when Brennan heard a high pitched squeal from somewhere in the house. Normally when she heard this sound it was most likely Angela, but this time the pitch was completely different.
Booth looked up at the ceiling and smiled, "Looks like our little sleepy head is up. You want to get her or should I?"
Brennan opened her mouth to answer and found herself at a loss of words. She looked toward the stairs and then back at Booth who looked concerned for her, "Bones, are you okay? You've been quiet all morning."
Brennan shook her head silently as tears began to form in her eyes. Without thinking, she flung herself at his chest and gripped him tightly around his waist, burying her face into his chest, "I don't know what is going, Booth." She murmured into his shirt, "I'm so confused."