"Hmmm…" Brennan sleepily mumbled. Her half lidded eyes fell down on a smile, "That feels so good."

"Yeah?" He smiled, rubbing soft soothing circles across her stomach.

"Yeah." Her eyes slowly rolled closed at the sensation. It was not often she woke up find a half naked man on his hands and knees over her delicately smoothing down her skin. Usually a man would not even last the night but this man was mesmerized by every perfect flaw, flaws not many saw. She could feel his eyes scan her body as she slowly drifted back to sleep. She knew she was in perfectly capable hands and that comfort lulled her to the most peaceful sleep she had ever experienced.

"Good." He mumbled against her bare skin, finger tips setting her skin on fire followed by the cooling sensation of his ghost like kisses. He could tell by the light flinching under his fingers that her body craved his rough grasp but he couldn't help his smooth movements. He found himself drawn in by the evidence a child, his child, once resided under his hands. Gripping her body tightly he felt her body tense then release on a groan. A groan of complete contentment flowed from her slumbering lips as he flexed his fingers deeper into her skin, longing to be one with his child.

"So beautiful." He faintly whispered, focusing intently on the place where his daughter once resided. The stretch marks were so faint he had to squint to see them but he knew it was permanent evidence of all she had done for him. And the fact that she would do so without hesitation sent a surging smile across his lips.

"One day…" He smiled against her skin, "one day I won't miss a damn second." He vowed against her glowing skin. "And I will be the first person you see and hear. You will know me." He closed his eyes on a somber smile, hoping his future child could hear his pleads for redemption.

"Dr. Bones!" Parker ran into the room but suddenly stopped in the doorway, "Oh…" The child eyed his father in a most compromising position, "I'll come back later."

"Parker…" Booth sternly spoke causing the child to freeze, "what is it that you would like?"

Rolling off his partner, Booth ran his calming hand over her skin before sliding off the edge of the bed and staring expectantly at his son. His hand span across her stomach, trying to pacify the light whimpers left in his wake yet his eyes never left his son.

"I… I just didn't know you were sleeping with her." Parker snarled, unable to keep the disapproval from his lips. "I'll knock next time."

"Parker, it was not what it looked like." Booth placed his head in his hands, this was beyond humiliating. He should not have to explain his actions to his son. Even when he didn't even know what he was doing himself. He knew it wasn't sexual but the second his eyes rolled open that morning he had an insatiable need to span his hands over her stomach and take every inch in. He just needed to touch her, be one with her… explore the peaks and valleys of motherhood. Her body had changed so much since the last time he was able to fully engulf himself in her beautify and those changes just seemed to pull him in like a moth to a flame. Even if he was going to get burned, he knew she was one thing he would never be able to live without and her beauty he would never forget. She was a drug and her body, his dealer.

"So you aren't sleeping with her." He accused, "It sure looked like you were."

"Parker!" Booth gasped. "That is none of your business."

"I think I am around mom enough to know what sex looks like. I may be a kid but I am not stupid dad. Did you really think mom just wasn't going to have sex the whole time you decided to leave me? I know what I saw."

"Parker…" Booth sat in shock, unable to convey the deep emotions flowing through his veins, "I... I…"

"That's what I thought." Parker turned on his heels and began walking down the hall, "Maggie is up and I can't find her breakfast." Informing his father of his original intentions.

"Park! Park!" Booth dashed out of the bedroom toward his son, "You were going to make Maggiebear breakfast?"

"Of course." Parker looked up from the Sippy cup in his hands, "She's my sister and she was hungry. I was not going to let her starve."

"Oh." Booth couldn't help but beam. In not even twelve hours his children had bonded in such a way that would make any father proud.

With an uncomfortable nod Parker filled up the cup with juice and handed in to his sister. Maggie clapped with excitement before readily grabbing the cup from her brother.

"Just don't bite me this time, kid."

"I'm proud of you Park." Booth spoke as he shuffled through the cupboards, "I… I know things have not been the best between us lately but I vow to you that I am going to start mending those bridges. Call it a clean slate."

Wrapping his arms around his son, Booth squeezed until his son finally relented and wrapped his arms around his father.

"Okay, okay," Parker gasped, "don't get all girly on me now. We are men."

The men broke apart and instantly went back to breakfast duties. Shuffling through the cupboards again Booth pulled down rice crackers and pancakes mix.

"Thanks." Parker mumbled, jerking the cracker box from the counter and spreading them across Maggie's highchair.

With a nod of acknowledgment Booth pulled out a few skillets. Cracking a few eggs in the bowl he began whisking them feverishly before pouring them in the scalding skillet. Parker quickly followed suit, pouring his pancake mix into the skillet on his side.

"Chocolate chip?"

"You know it." Parker looked up and both men smiled before returning to their skillets.

Silence filled the kitchen once more as they each focused on the task at hand. Placing the contents on two plates, they each grabbed a plate and slid on each side of Maggie. The child giggled before returning to her task of smashing her crackers into obliteration.

"So…" Parker picked up his fork and twirled his eggs before poking the air for emphasis, "is this the only sibling I have or are you keeping more from me?"

Booth's mind began to turn and he just smiled. He wasn't sure what it was about today but the thought of her carrying his child seemed to permeate every second of his waking existence.

"About the baby factory?" Parker's words brought him back to existence.

"I'm thinking about it." Booth's eyes flicked up and Parker sighed, "And don't call her that. She'll beat you with her words so quickly your head will spin."

"I want a brother." Parker nonchalantly spoke, "These girls are too much work. Always demanding stuff. I do have stuff to do you know…"

"I agree." Booth smiled, "These Brennan girls are too much work."

"Yeah, they are."

In that second Maggie went from her giggly self to crying and throwing her cup across the kitchen. Both men's eyes were drawn to the girl on a groan. It was going to be a long morning.

"On second thought, maybe two is enough." But Booth knew the truth, with her it would ever be enough. Nothing was ever enough.