*Note: sorry this one took so long, I tried to write this chapter a few times, but I'm a perfectionist and I didn't like them. Not 100% happy with this one either, but this might be the last chance I get in a while to write anything, so I went with it. Thank-you for you amazing reviews on the last chapter, it really encourages me to continue.
Booth was sitting on a kitchen stool, Christine on his lap, flicking through a baking magazine.
"That one daddy! I fink that one!" Christine yelled excitedly pointing at a cake every few pages.
"That one is pretty, bub, but I'm not sure it's the one for Parks." Booth laughed imagining his son's face when they gave him a princess cake for his 12th birthday.
"Oh! I found it!" Brennan's voice echoed through the house from another room. There were some bangs and sounds of things being pushed and dropped as Brennan reappeared from the storage area of the garage holding an old tattered book in her hand and an accomplished smile on her face.
"Geez, Bones. You said it was just under a few things." Booth said setting Christine on the chair and hurrying over to his pregnant girlfriend. "Are you alright?" He was checking her over with his eyes, looking for scrapes or scratches.
"Booth, I'm fine." Brennan retaliated. "It was only under a few things. I admit there were some unexpected inconveniences that I had no way of foreseeing, although they were hardly endangering my wellbeing, Booth." Brennan justified, knowing that she was probably in the wrong, but refusing to admit it.
"Hardly endangered your wellbeing, Bones?" Booth couldn't help but laugh and kiss his partner first on the nose, and then the lips. "That doesn't make me feel any better." He said, retreating to their daughter, who was still flicking through the pages. Brennan followed him over and placed the book on the counter, maneuvering her ever-growing belly around the chair and setting herself down on the stool next to Christine. Seeing the book in her mother's hands, Christine pushed the magazine towards her father and leaned closer to the book on the counter. Looking carefully through the pages, Brennan smiled at the memories. She could recalling making almost every one of the recipes with her mom, it was one of their favorite things to do together. Stopping on a page, she swiveled the book around to Booth.
"Here it is!" Brennan announced.
"Woah! A volcano cake! That's perfect, Bones!" Booth said as he picked up the book to learn more about it.
"Yes." Brennan agreed. "You add dry ice to the red jello and it produces a visually stimulating special effect. Much like those punch bowls at that FBI Halloween party you dragged me to, Booth." Brennan explained.
"It looks awesome. Doesn't it look awesome, Christine?" Booth said, lowering the book so Christine could see the dated picture.
"Parkey will love it, mommy!" Christine squealed, running her tiny fingers over the picture.
"Here Christine, you mix this for me?" Booth asked as he placed the wooden spoon he was holding into his daughter's hand. Christine placed the spoon into the bowl and slowly mixed the batter.
"That's it, Christine!" Brennan encouraged, "You're doing a great job." As Christine concentrated on her mixing job, Booth moved from beside Christine and appeared behind Brennan, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her against him, kissing her hair as he did. Booth's large hands could no longer cover Brennan's belly bump, so he drew loving circles with his finger over and around the bump instead.
"Booth!" Brennan giggled as Booth's breath tickled her ear.
"Bones!" Booth mimicked.
"Mommy, daddy, I mixed it." Christine announced, unfazed by her parents usual antics.
"Did you get all the lumps out, baby?" Booth asked, looking up from Brennan's neck.
"I fink so, I don't know daddy." Christine said, over-exaggeratedly shrugging her shoulders and bringing her arms up beside her, splaying her palms out in the air. Booth and Brennan simultaneously laughed at their daughter's dramatic reply, and Booth dipped his finger in the batter.
"Feels pretty smooth to me, bub. You got all those lumps out! Good job!" Booth praised his now smiling daughter. Removing his finger from the bowl, Booth it up and tapped Brennan's nose, leaving a dot of batter on the end of her nose.
"Booth!" Brennan laughed as Booth spun her around and kissed the batter off her nose.
"Mmmm.. yep!" Booth announced. "That is some delicious batter!" Brennan shook her head, smiling and turned back to look at their frowning daughter, hands on her hips and eye brows creased.
"Mommy. Daddy." Christine said sternly. "We have to make Parkey's volc-no cake before he gets here... Otherwise you both get a time out." Christine decided, obviously pleased with herself. Trying to contain their amused smirks, both parents nodded.
"Sorry baby." Brennan said.
"We'll behave." Booth agreed, but quickly planted a kiss behind Brennan's ear.
"Okay." Christine dropped her hands from her hips and relaxed her face, picking up the book and handing it to her mother. "What does we have to do next?" Christine asked, turning back to the cake batter. As Brennan read out the next instruction, Booth planted little kissed up and down her neck, keeping his eyes on Christine's back, ready to pull away if she turned. Hearing a giggle escape from her mother, Christine turned and squinted at her parents.
"Daddy." Christine said firmly.
"What!?" Booth said exaggerating the shock in his voice, still attempting to restrain the smile.
"I'm watching you." She said, squinting her eyes accusingly at her father, her gaze falling to her mother who was losing her battle against laughter. "I'm watching you too, Mommy." She said, turning away and quickly turning back again in attempt to catch her parents misbehaving.
"Oven's next." Brennan said innocently, moving out of Booth's hold and pouring the batter from the bowl into the cake tins.
*Request: I have a request! It would be incredibly helpful to me if you guys could submit ideas or scenarios or situations that you want to see the family interacting in. Since this is all fluff, in can be difficult to come up with "fluff plots" as I call them. It would be great if you could! Thanks!