Babies
A/N: This is the second of two chapter's I've posted together. The little hits stats thing leads me to believe that sometimes people just read the second when I do that. Reviewers have requested some interaction between Brennan and the kids, so, here's some.
When she woke up the next morning, everyone was gone. She checked downstairs and then found a note by the coffeemaker. Following the instructions, she found the VHS tapes and managed to figure out how to work the VCR and TV. A couple hours later and she had moved on to the photo albums when they returned. She heard people calling her name and then Parker poked his head down in the basement.
"She's down here!" he bellowed, much louder than a child his size should have been able to.
"Had a good morning?" Lucy asked, coming down with Chris.
"Yup." She grinned, taking a picture of yet another picture with her cell phone.
"Seeley was the first, so Mom went even further overboard than with the rest of us."
"I'm definitely driving home." She laughed.
"What's going on down here?" he asked, loosening his tie as he came down. He walked over to look over her shoulder. Lucy lay Chris down beside Tempe and scooted away. She screamed and ran when he turned. He pounded up the stairs after her, and Tempe was left alone with the baby.
"Hi." She said hesitantly as it tried to crawl towards her.
"Goo." It said, drooling on her leg.
"Yeah, you too." She said, wiping the drool on its pants. Then she held it up in front of her.
"Okay, Chris, no drooling on me, okay? I'm not good with kids. I'm not going to baby talk with you." He grinned and squirmed happily, reaching for her.
"No pulling my hair, either." She ordered, turning it around to sit in her lap and look at the pictures.
"This is your uncle Seeley. He's probably about your age here, see? Maybe you'll get as big as him someday. Although statistically, that's unlikely. Though you do share some DNA with him, your daddy's smaller than him and your mommy's even smaller than your dad." She continued to talk to the child, not in baby talk, as she had promised, but cuddling it a little more as time passed and it didn't cry. It actually smelled kind of nice. Then it started to not smell so nice. She put the photo album aside and looked at it.
"I suppose I can't blame you, can I? It's not your fault that you're not developed enough to have conscious control of your bodily functions." It started to cry. She picked it up carefully and carried it upstairs.
"Hello? Anyone? Help?" she called. Seeley walked through the door, dressed casually now. She didn't have time to think about how his black sweater made his eyes look even more intense. Definitely not. Sort of. "Make it stop." She wailed, holding it out to him.
"You work on maggot-filled bodies and you can't handle one messy diaper?"
"Booth! I told you I didn't like the maggots, and it won't stop crying!"
Okay. Come here, Chris. Hey, buddy, no need to cry. You smelly stinky. Let's go get that fixed." He cried harder.
"Good job." She said. Jeremy had said that to Kyle when Kyle fell off the go-kart track.
"Get out of the way, amateurs. Hello, baby. Mommy's here. Yes she is. You need a new diaper, yes you do! Do you think Daddy will do it? I don't think so. No I don't. But that's okay. We're just fine, yes we are. Come on, Chris. Oh, you're getting so big!" she cooed as she carried it away. The wails had downgraded to whimpers.
"I didn't see much of Parker when he was a baby." Booth said, by way of explanation.
"So what do we do now?" she asked.
"You're going to kick my ass if I tell you."
"Why?"
"Promise you'll let me finish."
"Okay."
"The women cook and the men sit downstairs and watch football."
"What?"
"You said you'd let me finish!" he skipped backwards. "And afterwards, the men do the dishes so the women can take a break." She glared at him, but went towards the kitchen.