A/N: Wow. Thank you for all the responses to the first chapter. It's always a bit daunting to post a new chapter following one that was so well received. I hope people enjoy this one as much as the last.

Disclaimer: I own nothing Bones related except my imagination. (2/14/17)

Brennan carried the basket full of clean laundry into her bedroom and set it down on the corner of the bed. In an attempt to alleviate the tedium of folding clothes, she grabbed the remote control for the TV and flipped it on, finding a National Geographic documentary about the migration of man across the planet. She would never fully admit it to her husband, but she'd actually come to enjoy having a TV in their bedroom. Not only was she able to find interesting and educational shows like this one that she could play in the background when she did things like folding the laundry, but she also enjoyed watching cartoons or movies with her children while snuggling under the blankets. Of course, recalling some of the more interesting times that resulted from snuggling under the blankets to "watch" a movie with her husband and no kids also brought a smile to her lips.

So far, the TV had not put a damper on their sex lives.

She was about half way through her basket, small piles of socks, shirts, or his and hers underwear stacked neatly on the bed, when she heard the front door open, the sound of Booth's keys landing in the bowl they kept by the front door confirming it was him. Even though it was a Saturday, he'd had to go into the office for a couple hours this morning to work on some paperwork that was overdue.

Through their glass walls, she watched as he entered the kitchen and poured himself a large glass of water, loosening the tie around his neck until the knot was undone and the tie hung limply over his shoulders. He turned and caught her looking at him as he reached for an apple from the fruit bowl on the countertop, his face lighting up in an affectionate smile as he headed towards the bedroom.

"Hey, Bones. It's awfully quiet in the house. Max take the kids out again?"

"Yes. He picked them up about an hour ago and they went to the Newseum downtown. I don't expect them back for a couple more hours."

"Huh. That was nice of him."

They'd both pondered Max's recent zeal in wanting to spend time together with her family, joining them for dinners or taking the kids places with increased frequency, but he'd not provided any explanations other than a vague comment about building memories and they'd not pushed him. Something about the way she occasionally caught him looking at her or the kids had Brennan convinced that something was going on with her father that he wasn't sharing with them, but, honestly, she was enjoying their time together too much to risk getting in a dispute about it. Max wouldn't share anything until he was ready anyway and pushing him for explanations would likely result in a bunch of prevarications. She'd learned that lesson long ago.

Instead, Brennan devoted her attention to her husband, covertly watching him unbutton his dress shirt, starting at the top and moving down one button, then another, between bites of his apple. As he lifted the piece of fruit to his mouth, the edges of his shirt would gape open, exposing glimpses of his pectoralis muscles, then, with each new button undone, a bit more and more of his abdominals. She watched the flex and ripple of his trapezius and deltoids as he shrugged the shirt from his shoulders tossing it on the bed as he turned, walking a few steps away, and dropped the apple core in the trash. Of course, when he turned back to return to his shirt so he could move it to the dirty laundry, all of the muscles of his torso were on display for her to visually feast on. The pectorals, the serratus, the obliques, the abdominals. Her eyes drifted down to where the inguinal fold started on each side of his pelvic area and disappeared into the top of his trousers. It teased at what was still hidden, but her memory was excellent. She could picture the rest of him easily. "How was the office?"

Such a mundane question, but the husky rasp in his wife's voice stopped Booth in his tracks and made him look at her closer. She was still holding the same sock she'd been holding when he first walked in the room, a men's long white athletic sock, but she appeared to be fondling it more than folding it, her eyes focused somewhere below his chin. Booth smirked, suddenly feeling extremely cocky, and stood up taller, puffing out his chest. "You ogling me there, Bones?"

Brennan's eyes flitted up to his briefly, guiltily, then dropped back down again, a smile starting to tug at the edges of her mouth. "Can you blame me? You are . . . quite well structured."

He propped his hands on his hips and tried flexing one pectoral muscle, then the other, making his chest jump up and down while the rest of him stayed still. It was a silly, purely masculine display, an affectation many body builders adopted, but Brennan loved it and cooed her appreciation. "I feel like a piece of meat on display here," Booth laughed.

Brennan shook her head. "No. Don't be ridiculous. Not meat. I'm a vegetarian. You're more like an all-you-can-eat salad bar."

Booth rolled his eyes and frowned, slowly sauntering closer to her. "A salad bar? That doesn't sound at all sexy, Bones."

She placed a palm on his bare chest, letting her fingers wander. "Not even the all-you-can-eat part?"

"Well, I suppose that part has potential." Booth slid his hands around her waist and pulled her body flush against his as his mouth covered hers with a kiss that had purpose. It wasn't chaste and it wasn't sweet. It was a commanding kiss that immediately dominated her mouth, staking claim, demanding entrance, and declaring in no uncertain terms his intention of ravishing her then and there. Heaven help her, but Brennan loved such alpha male behavior from her mate and her arms slid up over his shoulders, one hand twining in the hair at his nape while the other still held a sock dangling from her fingers.

Booth's hands slipped beneath the hem of her shirt so he could stroke the bare skin of her back. Up to her shoulders and down to the lower curve of her ass, pulling her in even closer, tucking her a bit more this way or that, like he was trying to squeeze out every possible air bubble that separated them. Once he felt Brennan pressed so fully against his body that it was hard to tell where he stopped and she began, he allowed just enough room that he could reach up and cup one of her breasts. Teasing, tweaking, pulling a moan from the back of her throat. His hands slid back down to the hem of her shirt and he pulled upward, stripping it off her body at the same time he toppled her into the piles of folded laundry on their bed. The sounds of their laughter as they bounced on the mattress drowned out the noise of the front door opening and closing.

"Dad? Bones? Anyone home?"

Booth straightened his arms, staring down at Brennan in confusion as he was poised above her, his hips nestled between her spread legs at the edge of the bed. "Parker?" he asked her. She shook her head, conveying she knew nothing.

"Parker?" This time, Booth made his voice loud enough to carry into the foyer. "That you?"

"Yeah, Dad . . . Umm, Surprise!" His voice sounded closer, like he was moving away from the front door and nearer to their bedroom door.

"I'll be right out, Bub. Just . . . give me a second."

Booth shoved himself off Brennan so quickly and forcefully that he tripped over his own feet and ended up falling backwards into the wall, making a loud thumping noise as he landed on his backside that had Parker and Millie looking at each other with raised brows and understanding grins.

Booth picked himself up off the floor and ran around the end of the bed towards the front door. Brennan looked around for where Booth had tossed her shirt and not seeing it immediately, simply grabbed his discarded dress shirt instead, not wanting to greet Parker in just her brassiere. Quickly refastening the buttons she had so enjoyed watching Booth unfasten just a short while ago, she followed him out of the room.

Millie stood slightly behind and to the side of Parker, watching as his father came out to meet them. One look at Booth standing there, bare chested, in his dark grey dress slacks that sported a prominent tent in the front and Millie fully understood why this man was the inspiration for Agent Andy in Dr. Brennan's Kathy Reichs stories. Dark hair, strong jaw, brooding eyes of warm chocolate. He had a slew of scars from bullet wounds all over his chest, but they didn't mask the finely honed musculature underneath. Before giving it much thought, she leaned into Parker's shoulder and muttered under her breath "Cor, I take back what I said earlier, Parks. Your dad is fit and I think I'd be just fine if he puts me in handcuffs this week."

"Bloody hell, Millie. You can't say things like that about my Dad!"

Booth was still so surprised to find his son standing in his hallway that he didn't pay any attention to what the youngsters were saying. He simply reached out and pulled Parker into a hug. "Parker." He stepped back as soon as Brennan joined them, allowing her to give Parker a welcoming hug too.

"Who's this?" Booth asked, seeing the attractive young woman standing next to his son with a couple roll-aboard pieces of luggage at her feet.

Parker reached for Millie's hand, pulling her forward. "Dad, Bones, this is Millie Beckham. She came with me from London, to visit. She's never been to the US before and we're planning to spend a full week exploring the area." Parker took a deep breath and looked at Millie before turning back to his dad. "Millie's my girlfriend."

Booth paused for a moment, taken aback, then extended a hand to greet her. "Millie, nice to meet you." He vaguely remembered Rebecca mentioning Parker had started dating a while back but couldn't recall any details. He hadn't paid much attention figuring that Parker dating simply meant he and some girl were exchanging notes in class or something like that. Millie shook his hand. "Nice to meet you too, Mr. Booth. Parker speaks very proudly of you."

Parker turned towards Brennan. "And this is my stepmom, Bones."

"My wife, Dr. Temperance Brennan," Booth interjected, announcing her name almost out of habit after introducing her so many times over the years.

"Please, call me Temperance, or Tempe," Brennan reached out to shake Millie's hand and realized she was still clutching the damn white athletic sock that she'd been folding when Booth started his striptease. "Oh, sorry, I was just . . . folding the laundry," she looked back over her shoulder into the bedroom and saw that all her earlier neatly stacked piles had been destroyed by her almost-romp with her husband. She'd have to start over.

Millie snorted. "I'm sure we Englanders must have at least a thousand different euphemisms for it, but I've never heard it called folding the laundry before."

"Oh, jeez, Millie." One of the things that had drawn Parker to Millie when they first met is that she had a forthright manner of speaking that somewhat reminded him of Bones. She tended to say whatever was on her mind. Needless to say, in the months they'd been dating, Parker had learned that trait was a bit of a double edged sword.

"What?" She waved an arm towards Brennan. "Look at her shirt, the buttons aren't even matched up correctly." Brennan glanced down, noting the truth of Millie's observation. "It's obvious that we not only surprised them with our visit, we surprised them in the act of a little slap and tickle."

"Oh, no. You're wrong. Booth would never hit me. He wasn't slapping or tickling me. Although, if you heard our laughter when you entered I can see why you might have misunderstood and thought I was being tickled. We were actually –"

"Stop! Just, stop, Bones. Let's just agree that we all understand what was happening and move on. So, how'd you two meet? Were you classmates?"

"No. I told you I got that job last summer doing odds and ends in Mom's law firm. Millie was interning at the same time and we hit it off almost immediately."

"Wait, interning? Not just a summer job, like yours?"

"No, Mr. Booth. I'm studying law at University and my job was an actual internship placed through University's career center."

"Then, that means you're . . . older than Parker?"

"Just a little more than a year, yes." Millie reached up and traced the tip of her finger around Parkers earlobe, watching it flush pink. "But, Parker is very mature for his age."

"Oh." Booth was still having a hard time catching up. Parker was here. Parker had a girlfriend, an older girlfriend, a girlfriend who was touching Parker with small intimate gestures like Bones did with him, a girlfriend who was probably his . . . special friend. Lover wasn't a title Booth was ready to embrace yet, not in relation to his little boy even if it was obvious his boy was not so little anymore.

Luckily, Brennan was much quicker at processing situations and stepped naturally into the role of hostess. "Well, it's wonderful to meet you and welcome to our home. Come on in, there's no need to keep standing in the hallway. Why don't I point you to your room so you can put away your luggage then I'll pull together something for us to snack on."

"Thank you," Millie responded. "That would be lovely."

Brennan turned and started walking down the hall. "There should be clean sheets on the beds in your room Parker and on the guest bed." Suddenly, she stopped and turned around to look at the young couple. "Unless . . . were you planning to share the guest bedroom with your friend, Parker?"

"Bones!" Booth couldn't believe she'd asked that question and based on the red flush rapidly consuming his son's face, it didn't seem Parker had been prepared for that question either. Millie on the other hand, seemed delightedly entertained, an ear-to-ear grin on her face that matched her merrily dancing eyes.

"What, Booth? Parker is an adult now and he brought an attractive young lady with him on his vacation. If he's anything like you, then I'm sure they . . ." Brennan waved her sock in a circle, ". . you know, fold laundry together too."

Millie couldn't help it. She laughed out loud. "Oh, I do so like you, Temperance. You are bloody brilliant."

"Thank you. I am considered to be quite intelligent."

Booth glared at Brennan and Parker prayed fervently for a hole to appear in the floor and swallow him up. Obviously, this was payback for leaving his visit as a surprise. God was torturing him. "I'll, uh, I'll stay in my old room and, uh, Millie can have the guest room. Alone."

Brennan just shrugged her shoulders and continued forward. "Just remember to restrain yourselves around your younger siblings."

A/N: Happy Valentine's day. I hope you all think of B&B 'folding laundry' the next time you wash your clothes! Feedback on my story is always welcome.