Prompt 6: Pie

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Her play date over, Christine hurried into the house and quickly searched for her father. After looking in each room, she found him in the garage tinkering with his Mustang. "Daddy, I brought you something."

Curious, Booth grabbed a clean rag and wiped his hands to clean most of the dirt off. "What's that Honey?"

Holding up a bag, the child shook it and laughed. "You're going to like this Daddy. Michael Vincent and I made it."

His hands finally cleaned, more or less, Booth took the bag from his daughter and opened it. Lifting out a minature pie, he stared it for a moment and then back at Christine. "It looks like a . . . pie?"

Pleased with herself, Christine urged him, "Eat it Daddy. It's good. Michael Vincent and I ate one and Mommy helped Hank eat one. It's good, I promise."

Wary, Booth sniffed the tiny pie and then with hope that he wasn't going to be poisoned, he ate it. Chewing slowly, he realized that the pie was indeed apple pie and very tasty. Kind of small though. "Um . . . this is good. Did Mommy and Angela help you make it?"

Filled with pride, Christine shook her head. "No Sir. Michael Vincent got an Easy Bake Oven for Christmas and Aunt Angela made a bunch of mixes and put them in baggies and we baked some pies and some cookies, but then we had to stop because Mommy said we were going to go into sugar shock, but we made one for you and I gave it to you and you ate it." Catching her breath, Christine laughed. "It was fun."

Not sure why he thought the idea was weird, Booth wiped the crumbs from his mouth. "Um . . . Michael Vincent got an Easy Bake Oven for Christmas?"

"Yes and it's so cool." Turning she ran back to the garage door leading to the house. "Mommy told me to tell you that we're going out for dinner tonight."

Alone in the garage again, Booth shrugged his shoulders and closed the hood on his Mustang.

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The next day, Hodgins came over to watch the game with Booth. Since Hodgins was just learning how to get around in his wheel chair, Angela drove him over and helped him maneuver into the Booth/Brennan house. Michel Vincent carried a bottle of wine that his father wanted to give to Booth and also carried a grocery sack in his other hand.

Once everyone was in the house, Michael Vincent found his Uncle in the kitchen and handed over the bottle and the sack. "The wine is from Daddy and the bag is from me and Mom."

Curious, Booth opened the bag and found another tiny pie inside. "Thank you, Sport . . . Did you make this in your Easy Bake Oven?"

Proud of his accomplishment, Michael Vincent nodded his head. "Mommy said that a lot of guys are great chefs and they own restaurants and stuff and I think I might want to be a chef and a bug and slime guy when I grow up. I might be an astronaut too. I'm not sure yet."

Impressed with his dreams, Booth smiled. "Sounds like you're going to be busy when you grow up."

Moving up behind him, Angela placed a hand on her son's shoulder. "Michael Vincent has big dreams. He's also thinking of becoming an FBI agent too."

Biting into the tiny pie, Booth chewed with relish. Once he swallowed, he winked at Michael Vincent. "I know one thing, you make a great pie. If you decide to open a bakery, let me know. I'll be your number one customer."

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That evening, Booth was brushing his teeth when his wife entered the bathroom and placed some clean towels on the shelf near the sink. Spitting out his toothpaste, Booth rinsed his mouth and turned towards his wife. "You know, we should get Christine one of those Easy Bake Ovens for Christmas next year."

Not really surprised with Booth's suggestion, Brennan paused in the doorway and smiled. "I think so too. It was a lot of fun watching her and Michael Vincent baking their treats. I think Michael Vincent wants to open up a bakery stand in front of his house this summer."

Booth was impressed with Michael Vincent's ambition. "That kid is going to be something when he grows up. With talented parents like he has . . . I don't think we need to worry about him. He's handling his father's handicap pretty well and Angela seems to have accepted it too. I just hope Hodgins doesn't lose faith."

Stepping closer to Booth, Brennan placed her arms around his chest. "I had the opportunity to observe them today. Hodgins helped us take down the Christmas tree. We placed him in charge of placing the ornaments in the boxes as we gave them to him and he did a proper job. I need you to go over to their house tomorrow and haul the tree to the road for them. It's ready to be recycled and the city is picking up Christmas trees two days from now."

"I guess we'll take our tree down tomorrow, so I can get it ready for pickup." Kissing her, Booth leaned his forehead against her forehead. "We had a good Christmas this year, didn't we?"

Brennan returned his kiss and smiled. "Yes, of course. The children were pleased with their presents and Hodgins and Angela seemed to embrace the season even though Hodgins was only home for a few days. He has to go back to rehab tomorrow, but he seems to be doing well."

"How about you?" Booth was more concerned about his wife. "Did you have a nice Christmas?"

Her hands moving around to the back of Booth's neck, Brennan kissed him once more. "I had a wonderful Christmas, Booth. Our family was together and that's all I wanted for Christmas. I loved the presents you gave me, but they weren't necessary."

Booth shook his head. "They were necessary, Bones. If I could give you the moon I would, but since I can't then I have to give you smaller stuff to make up for it . . . Hey, the things you've been through these last few years . . . you deserve presents and more. I love you and . . ." Kissing her, Booth felt her press against him. "You and me, we're doing good and if any more crap crops up we'll handle it too. It's who we are. We're a team . . . partners and that's how it should be. I love you Bones."

Her kisses matching his, they soon retired to their bedroom where they could continue to show their love.

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