I don't know if six year olds still need people to help them bathe? But I assume they would, seeing as they would probably get upset if soap fell in their eyes. Anywayz, in my story six year olds still need "parental supervision" while bathing! But I made Parker dislike it just in case it wasn't normal. This is the last chapter to my story! I'm almost sad to end it, but it will probably be the longest chapter in the entire story. So enjoy!

Parker stood inside Brennan's shower with his father on the other side of the closed curtain trying to clean off the bottoms of is muddy shoes, he had been quickly whisked away to take a bath as soon as his father had gotten off of the phone with his mother.

He hadn't wanted to take a bath at all let alone in Temperance's shower, but his mother had insisted on it. He really didn't like taking showers, and if he could have picked, he would have taken a bubble bath any day over a shower, but his father said that it was quicker for him to take a shower instead. Parker washed his hair while his father reminded him to rinse it thoroughly, or else his head would itch. He scrubbed his blond curls and looked around him while he did, Brennan didn't have a lot of products inside of her shower.

There was some lavender soap, a very expensive looking bottle of shampoo and conditioner, a bar of soap that she had gotten out for Parker to use, a bottle of lightly scented shampoo that she had gotten for Parker to use also, a bottle of shaving cream, and a wash cloth that he had been using.

It was absolutely nothing like Rebecca's shower, who had tons of scented soaps and shampoos along with different wash cloths and back scrubbers, with bubble bath and shaped bars of soap, she also had a lot of foot creams and lotions with countless different scented shaving creams and conditioners. He decided he liked Brennan's shower a lot better, though it was still weird bathing in someone elses bath tub.

He finished scrubbing his hair and stepped under the water to rinse it off. He didn't like it when his father helped him, he insisted that he could bathe himself perfectly well on his own, but Booth still sat with him when he took a shower, and he hated it. But it was a lot better than what his mother did, his mother still thought he was three years old and would always come in when he was ready to wash his hair, he hoped she would quit doing that once he turned seven, your mother washing your hair was just not normal for a seven year old boy, at least that's what he thought.

Parker finished rinsing his hair and turned the water off, his father handed him a towel and he dried off then stepped out of the shower his wet hair dripping a puddle on the floor. Booth handed him his clothes and stepped outside, Parker dressed quickly, hating the feeling you get when you step out of the warm water and into the cold bathroom.

He came out of the bathroom rubbing his towel threw his hair, Temperance was in her bedroom looking for a comb that he could use and Booth was packing up the paper and pencil he had been drawing with. Parker laughed lightly to himself, knowing what he had drawn and hoping his father found it.

Brennan came out of her bedroom looking confused, she knew she had an extra comb somewhere, but were? She stepped inside the living room and looked inside the draws to her coffee table feeling around inside for something that felt remotely like a comb. She ran her hand over a piece of paper and drew it out, she looked it over, it was Parker's writing. She read the page and took a quick intake of breath surprised of the bluntness of the words.

She re-read it hoping that some how some way she had gotten her English messed up for the day and that Parker's words read something different than what she had just read. But the same thing was there as the first time, she sighed and folded the paper up and put it in her pocket, there was no way she was letting Booth look at what his son had drawn, no way at all.

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After fifteen minutes of searching for the lost comb and after four minutes of combing and drying Parker's hair he was finally ready to go, and just in time, for as soon as Brennan unplugged the dryer from the wall and Parker slipped his shoes on, there came a knock on the door.

Booth answered the door and was greeted with a very agitated looking Rebbecca, She sighed and taped her foot. "Were is he, Seely? Margie is expecting us at three fifteen, and it's" she looked down at her watch and squinted at the small numbers. "three o nine now. Were going to be late!"

Parker came bounding out of the bathroom and ran at his mother, hugging her, Rebbecca hugged her son back and ran a hand threw his freshly cleaned hair."I see your father did give you a bath like I asked. That surprises me, seeing as I expected to pick you up covered in mud, or chocolate or something else filthy."

Booth scowled at this and bent down in front of Parker. "I would never do something like that!" he hugged his son and ruffled his hair playfully."I'll see you next Saturday, OK Bub? You be sure to tell Bones thank you and by though, Kay?"

Parker nodded and ran towards Temperance who had been silently watching the three. Parker hugged Brennan around the waste and looked up at her and grinned. Temperance remembered what the boy had written and blushed, Parker noticed this and thought that maybe just maybe she had found the paper.

"Thank you for spending the day with me Dr.Bones, and thank you for the hot chocolate, and thank you for answering my questions, and thank you for letting me use your shower and your hair dryer!"

Brennan smiled at the boy and hugged him back. "Your very welcome, Parker! Thank you for spending the day with me! I hope you have fun at your Aunt Marge's."

Parker made an disgusted face and scrunched up his nose, he knew he was not going to have any were near a fun time at his aunt's, but it was the thought that counted. He let go of Temperance and hugged his father one more time than left with his mother to go to his least favorite place in the entire world.

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Booth watched his son leave and sighed, it hurt him to let him leave, he wished he had more time with his son, but knew that this wasn't going to happen. He sat down on the couch beside Brennan and threw his arm around the back of the couch and ran a hand threw his hair. He hoped Parker had a good time with him, it was horrible to think that his own son didn't like spending time with him, but he knew Parker wasn't like that.

Temperance tucked her hair behind her ear and looked down at her lap, she had changed into a comfortable pair of jeans and t-shirt once she had gotten home, but she still felt uncomfortable knowing what Parker had written about her and her partner. She got up and walked slowly into the kitchen to get something to drink.

Booth watched his partner walk into the kitchen and saw a piece of paper drop from her pocket, he picked it up and opened his mouth to tell her she had dropped it but noticed the hand writing instead. He unfolded the piece of paper and looked at the contents.

There were five stick figures, one that had Dad drawn above it, the stick beside it had Dr.Bones written above it, the stick beside Dr.Bones had Mom written above it, the fourth stick had Me, and the fifth stick was the smallest and was laying in the arms of the stick named Dad.

The fifth stick's name was Dr.Bones and Daddy's baby. Booth looked down at the paper and his eyes widened. Why did Parker write something like this? Booth knew that his son had to have been curious as to why he and Temperance were so close, But this? did he really think that he and Brennan would have a baby together?

Booth looked at the two stick figures that were supposed to be Brennan and himself, he saw the two drawing's hands were held together and there were two big yellow lines, (probably meant to be wedding rings), on the left hand of both sticks. Booth sighed, and laid the paper on the coffee table, he shouldn't be getting worked up over this, it's not like Parker had said anything about him and Temperance getting married, he had just drawn it.

Brennan came back into the living room carrying two cups, she handed one over to Booth who took it without looking her in the eyes. Temperance sat back on the couch and looked down at the coffee table, she bit her lip and scrunched her eyebrows together, realizing what piece of paper was on the table.

Booth saw her glance at his son's drawing and quickly picked it up. He figured she had already read it and knew what was on it. "I'm really sorry about that, Bones. Parker doesn't mean anything by it, he just likes you, he sees you as a mother type figure, you know?"

Brennan smiled and nodded her head feeling uncomfortable again. "I know, Booth. It's OK. It's not like something like that would ever happen...right?"

"R-r-right, no, nothing...nothing like that." Booth adverted his gaze to his lap and moved his thumb up and down the cup she had given him. He knew that he would probably never marry Temperance, but it was still fun to day dream.

Brennan sighed and looked away."Besides, I mean, if we ever did have a child together, I probably still wouldn't marry you."

Booth looked at his partner, eyes wide, had she just said that, or was his mind playing tricks on him? "Why wouldn't you marry me? I'm not a bad father...am I?"

"No! No, of course not! Your a fantastic father, it's just I don't believe in marriage. I wouldn't leave you...or anything...you know...like that. But I wouldn't marry you."

Booth nodded understandingly, he still wasn't quite believing he was having this conversation with her. "I wouldn't leave you either...I mean, if you were...you know...going to have our...baby." That was possibly the weirdest thing he had ever said, and even after the words escaped his mouth he couldn't believe he had said them. The frase "our baby" was something that he never ever thought would be directed, from his mouth, at Temperance Brennan.

Brennan looked at Booth and a small smile escaped her lips, her cheeks turned Rosy and she looked away, hoping to forget how it sounded to hear him say "our baby" to her. It gave her a weird sense of pleasure, but confused her none the less. She knew she didn't want children, and she knew that her opinion on the matter had changed a little sense her experience with Parker and the baby Andy they had taken care of a few months ago.

But part of her still felt odd that Booth had said that to her, after all weren't they the ones who constantly told people they were just partners, and here they both were talking about life and how it would be if they were more than "just partners".

Booth glanced over at Temperance, afraid he had freaked her out by saying that, he hadn't meant anything weird, he had just said that he wouldn't leave her if they were in that kind of situation, not that he wanted to be the father of her child. But he supposed that someone could take it that way and hoped that she hadn't.

"I didn't...you know...mean it like...like...I wanted to father your child or anything like that...you know that right? It wasn't meant to be anything...weird...or...you know. I...I totally understand your decision not to have children...If it's not for you...then...I guess it's just not for you. Um...that...that...didn't really come out like it was supposed to either."

Brennan laughed at him and nodded her head. "I understand, Booth. It's not like I was...you know...hiding any...secret desires to be the mother of your child...or...or...anything weird like that. We're two grown adults and if...and if...we talk about...things like that...it doesn't mean that were...attracted to each other like that." Great now she was the one feeling weird.

"Yeah...yeah...we can...we can talk about stuff like that...I mean were partners aren't we, were supposed to tell each other things." Booth forced a smile onto his face and quickly took a sip of the drink he had in his hands.

Brennan nodded her head in agreement, determend to get off the touchy subject, but her curiosity got the better of her. "If we did have a...a...baby together, what would you do?I mean...I know you said that you wouldn't leave me or anything...but, would you still work with me? Would you live with me? Would I live with you? I know it's kind of weird to be asking that...you don't have to answer those questions if you really don't want to. I just...I'm just, curious."

Booth was momentarily surprised at her bluntness, that was the last thing he had expected her to say. "Well, I supposed I would still work with you, if the FBI let me of course, and, if I got to choose who's apartment we would live in, it would probably be yours, it's ten times nicer than mine."

Temperance laughed and breathed in deeply exhaling slowly, she turned toward him and laid her head on his shoulder, snuggling up to him and closing her eyes. Booth rapped his arm around her waist and pulled her as close as he possibly could, smelling in the sweat smell of her hair. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against her's slowly falling asleep. Brennan slowly drifted off as well, it was extremely hard to stay awake being as comfortable as she was, and even if it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon and she probably wouldn't get any sleep tonight if she napped now, she was happy to fall into a deep slumber.

Both slept peacefully, and both partners dreamt close to the same dream, a dream of a small family of five, Parker, Rebbecca, Booth, Brennan, and a small baby that was half Brennan half Booth. Neither knew if the dream would ever become a reality, but both were happy just to dream of a care free happy life, for dreams were the only place were they were sure they could be together, even if they couldn't in reality.

THE END

(So, were you expecting this when you read the title? I think not!)