Booth was washing the dishes and Brennan was cleaning up Christine's trail of toys from the day while their child slept upstairs. "The amount of mess a being of her size can produce is remarkable." Brennan said, putting the last of her toys into a basket.
"It's ten times worse with boys." Booth snickered, "They have trucks and lego, and trust me, I would rather step on a barbie in the middle of the night then either one of those." Booth continued. "I mean I've been tortured and shot at, but nothing is as painful as stepping on a piece of lego. It could break any man." Booth laughed.
"I wouldn't mind having a boy." Brennan pondered aloud, "Russ and I used to have so much fun playing together, I think he secretly liked having an excuse to play with my girly toys." Brennan laughed, reminiscing.
"In an ideal world, Bones, how many kids would you have?" Booth asked, walking over to his girlfriend.
"Well, let me think." Brennan sat down on the couch and concentrated on the question, wanting to give the most accurate answer, "Two girls and a boy." She finally answered. "Although I would love my children, no matter their gender." She made sure to clarify.
"I know that, Bones" Booth laughed. "What about age gaps? How many years apart would they be. Ideally?." He sat down and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead.
"Not too far. Two or three years maybe." She replied, taking all of her answers very seriously, "What about you, Booth?" She asked him.
"I think that sounds perfect." He said, holding her tight.
"Well you know Booth, Christine is two and a half, and it takes nine months..." Brennan said, attempting to subtly hint at her partner.
"What are you saying, Bones?" Booth asked, looking Brennan right in the eye, smiling. "Are we gonna make a baby tonight?" Booth couldn't hide his excitement.
"Yes. I think we should try." Brennan replied, also smiling. "But Booth, I don't want to do anything to try and produce a certain gender, let's just let it be, okay?"
"Whatever you want, Bones. I don't think it will take too long, since we are actually trying this time." Booth laughed. Brennan placed her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. "Woah, Bones." Booth laughed again, "We're not even in the bedroom yet."
"I know that Booth. I just find that this makes me very happy." Brennan replied, neither of them could wipe the smile off their faces.
"Well you know what we could do.." Booth said mischievously.
"What? Right here?" Brennan replied, she wasn't at all against the idea, "what if Christine woke up?" she attempted to remain logical. Booth disregarded her question and pulled his lover into a passionate kiss.
"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" Christine chanted as she jumped on her mother, still asleep in bed, "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" She swapped to her father.
"Good Morning Princess!" Booth said, pulling his little girl in for a hug and a tickle. There was nothing Brennan loved more than waking up to the sound of her daughter's laughter.
"Save me mommy! Daddy has turned into the twickle monster!" Christine managed to say through giggles and squeals. Brennan, laughing too, grabbed their daughter and hid her under the covers with her, Brennan putting a finger over her mouth signaled to Christine to stay quiet, although she could hardly stop giggling, the suspense of not knowing when her father was going to attack again made her giggle. Christine pushed herself up against her mother, trying to hid from her her father and his tickling hands, when Booth pulled the covers off them with a monster's roar, Christine squealed with laughter. Booth grabbed Brennan and pulled her off the bed, holding her in his arms like a newly wed couple.
"Mwa ha ha!" Booth laughed, planting as kiss on his girlfriend lips.
"Daddy." Christine scowled. "You're not supposed to kiss her. You're supposed to tickle her." The two year old said with her hands on her hips, a scowl on her face.
"Maybe I'm the KISSING MONSTER" Booth roared as he put Brennan back on the bed and attacked his daughter with kisses.
"Christine!" Brennan said to her daughter, sort of yelling so she would hear her through giggles and squeals "Look at the clock, what does it say?".
"Wait daddy." Christine said, blocking her father with her arms. Christine squinted at the clock, which made Booth laugh, and finally decided on an answer, "Seven O'clock." She said definitively. "Wait, mommy!" Christine said excitedly. "Science dude! Science dude!" Her pitch returning to a squeal.
"Good job, Christine!" Her mom said proudly. "Quick, let's go before we miss the beginning!" Brennan and Christine ran out of the room. Booth laughed. "Only a two year old who watches the Science Dude can read a clock." He followed his family down the stairs, and began making them pancakes while they watched their favorite show.