I had planned on having this up earlier, but time got away from me this morning and I've been traveling all day. I've got a two and a half hour layover before my next flight, so I'm taking advantage of it. Here's some more fluffy goodness for you guys. I hope you're not sick of it.

A week later, Brennan's sitting on the couch, folding laundry and watching Christine and Michael Vincent play with the collection of toy insects he got for his birthday. From where she's sitting, she can hear snippets of the children's hush conversation.

"This is a cicada," Michael Vincent explains, holding up the plastic model. "It's cool, huh, C?"

"Yeah."

"But the beetle's even cooler, right?"

Christine reaches for the beetle and looks at it more closely. "Uh-huh."

"We should go outside and look for bugs. Maybe we'll find a live beetle."

Christine's eyes light up. "Yeah!" She looks at her mother. "Mommy, can we go outside?"

Brennan nods. "Let me finish folding the laundry first."

"Okay." Christine looks at Michael. "Let's get our sneakers on."

"You got nets, right, and jars?"

Christine nods. "Yep. C'mon."

Michael Vincent gathers up his plastic insects and dumps them back into the bucket. He stands up and follows Christine out of the living room.

Brennan shifts on the couch cushion and folds her husband's boxers.

Booth walks down the stairs just as Christine and Michael Vincent are running up them. "No running." He continues down and heads into the living room. "Parker's passed out in his beanbag chair. He must have fallen asleep while doing his homework." He pauses. "And where are those two rugrats going that has them all excited?"

"They're about to go outside to search for insects."

"Oh, how exciting," he grumbles, sitting down on the other side of the laundry basket and taking a pile of clothes. "You three gonna search for deer carcasses too?"

"I don't appreciate your tone. That is a very entertaining activity, Booth."

"Yeah, sure, super duper entertaining." He grins at her.

"It is also very educational." She pauses. "You can join us if you'd like."

He laughs, but his smile slowly falls. "Oh, you're serious."

"Yes, of course I'm serious."

"Bug catching isn't really my thing, Bones, and you know I was just kidding about the deer carcasses, right?" He pauses. "When is Angela coming over to pick up Michael?"

"Her appointment was at 1:30 and she and Hodgins were going out to lunch afterwards, so we can expect them around three." She folds one of Parker's plaid button-down shirts and sets it on his pile, which is located on the coffee table. "Are your plans for the rest of the day contingent upon Michael Vincent going home?"

He shakes his head. "No plans. I was just wondering."

"They should be here around three, but Angela and I will probably talk for a little while."

"I figured." He lifts up a pair of underwear and raises an eyebrow, his mouth curving into a slight smirk. "Where did these come from?"

She reaches over and snatches them away from him and sets the underwear down on her pile, which resides right beside her.

"I've never seen those before."

"That's because they're new."

"I approve."

"I'm glad. I bought them with you in mind." She winks at him and goes back to folding the rest of the laundry.

He groans. "C'mon, Bones. You can't tell me stuff like that when it's the middle of the afternoon and there are kids in the house."

She shrugs, letting out a deep-throated chuckle.

Michael Vincent and Christine come back, skip into the living room, and lean over the back of the couch. "Are you done yet, mommy?"

"Almost, Sweetheart."

"I'll finish up here, Bones."

"Are you sure?"

He nods. "I'm sure."

Brennan stands up and looks at the two smiling children standing behind the couch. "Alright, you two, let's go outside." She glances at Booth. "Even if you wish to not participate in the activity of collecting insects, you can still come outside when you're finished folding the laundry." She waits for him to respond, but when he stays silent, she adds, "I will probably just end up sitting and watching."

He nods. "Oh, then, yeah, okay. I'll keep ya company, Bones."

She smiles at him and walks towards the outside doors, following the two eager children.

Brennan opens the door just before three o'clock and lets her best friend into the house. "It has been a very productive day." She looks at Hodgins. "Booth's in the backyard with the kids. They're still searching for insects. He'll welcome the interruption, I'm sure."

Hodgins smiles and heads in the direction of the yard.

Angela smiles too. "Poor Booth." She laughs. "Thanks again for babysitting Michael Vincent, Bren."

"You're welcome. We love having him here and he and Christine have a lot of fun together. They've spent the afternoon exploring the backyard. They've collected ants, worms, beetles, and chased butterflies in attempt to catch them." Brennan pauses as the two women walk into the living room and sit on the couch, where a glass of lemonade and a glass of iced tea are waiting for them. "So, what did the doctor say?"

Angela takes a sip of her iced tea. "I'm having another boy."

"That's great. I'm sure Michael will be excited."

Angela nods. "Yeah."

"You sound disappointed," Brennan observes, sipping her lemonade and looking over the rim at her best friend.

"Jack and I have been so excited about the pregnancy that we forgot that there's a twenty-five percent chance that the baby could be born blind."

Brennan touches her best friend's arm and offers her a warm smile. "I'm sure everything will be fine, Ange."

"I hope so. We got lucky with Michael. He's perfect." Angela sighs.

"There's a twenty-five percent chance of blindness, but that means there's a seventy-five percent chance he'll be born completely healthy. Those are good odds, Angela."

"Since when did you become such an optimist?"

Brennan smiles. "I have a son who's been beating the odds for months now."

Angela nods, smiling faintly. "Thanks, Sweetie."

"So another boy?"

Angela laughs. "That's a lot of testosterone. It's three against one now."

"Were you hoping for a girl this time?"

"A girl would have been nice." Angela pauses. "Okay, Sweetie, enough about me. Let's talk about the wedding." She pauses. "There is still going to be a wedding, right?"

Brennan takes another sip of her beverage and nods. "Yes, Ange. I haven't changed my mind about the ceremony. Tentatively, it's going to take place next June."

"Oh, June, pretty." Angela pauses. "So flowers, have you thought about flowers?"

"Not yet."

"The minute you pop that kid out, Bren, we're going dress shopping. I don't even care if I give birth in the middle of the store. You're going to look so beautiful. And Booth, can we please just take a minute to think about Booth in a tuxedo? Or better yet, Booth in his service uniform."

Brennan laughs, biting back a smirk. "Angela, please."

"Ooh, the cake. We should go taste-testing next week. How about Wednesday afternoon?"

"Can you please take a breath before you hyperventilate, Angela? Slow down."

"I'm just so excited, Sweetie. I've been waiting years to be able to help plan your wedding."

Brennan raises an eyebrow, her lips curving into a soft smile. "Wait, did you say taste-testing?"

"Yes."

"I'm sure I can make adjustments to my schedule to fit that in if not next week, then the week after that."

Angela laughs and stands up.

Brennan follows her lead and they head out into the backyard.

Michael Vincent runs over to Angela the second he sees her exit the house. "Mommy, look." He holds out his hand, revealing a worm slithering across his palm.

Angela blinks and looks at her son, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Isn't it cool? It's all slimy and awesome!"

"Cool and awesome aren't exactly the words I would use, Sweetie. Slimy, yes, gross, oh yeah." Angela pauses. "Go put that thing back in the dirt, Michael, then go in the house and wash your hands, please."

Michael nods and picks the worm up with two fingers, placing it under the rock where he and Christine found it.

Christine smiles and walks over to the two older women.

Angela cringes in anticipation of what creepy crawly surprise the little girl has for them.

Christine holds out her hand. "It's a ladybug." She pauses. "Uncle Hodgie says it's not a bug, it's really a beetle, so we should call them lady beetles, not ladybugs."

Angela nods. "Well, your Uncle Hodgie is very smart." She looks away from the little girl and winks at her husband.

"Mommy, aren't they pretty?" Christine asks, looking up at Brennan and extending her arm. "Oh no, it flied away." She sighs. "I'll just go find another one." She runs off, dragging Michael with her.

Brennan walks over to Booth, seeing the distressed look on his face, and places a hand on his shoulder. "Everything alright, Booth?"

Booth scrunches up his face. "Just peachy, Bones. I'm drowning in bug facts, here."

"Mommy! Uncle Hodgie!"

Brennan looks at Booth, then at Hodgins, and shrugs. She nods and follows Hodgins over to where the kids are currently hovering over something. "Yes, Christine, what is it? Have you found more lady beetles?"

Christine points her finger. "What are they doing, mommy?"

Booth and Angela follow and soon are standing beside their significant others.

"Are they playing leap frog, Uncle Hodgie?"

"If they are, C, they stink at it," Michael says, laughing.

Christine giggles.

"Actually, Christine, they're—."

Booth cuts Brennan off. "That one is giving the other one a piggyback ride, princess."

"That is incorrect. They are—."

Booth grits his teeth and tilts his head, turning towards Brennan. "Bones."

Brennan shrugs. "I don't see the big deal, Booth. All species—."

Booth shakes his head. "We are not talking about this in front of them," he emphasizes, looking at the two little kids in front of them. "She's giving him a piggyback ride, princess," he repeats.

Christine nods. "I want a piggyback ride, daddy. Like the lady beetles."

Brennan shakes her head. "You should have just let me tell her they were simply mating," she whispers, patting his shoulder.

"We should go, Jack." Angela looks at her son. "Michael Vincent, Honey, come on. Let's go wash your hands and then we need to go home. Say thank you and goodbye, please."

Michael gives Christine a hug. "Bye, C."

"Buh-bye, Michael."

Michael looks at Booth and Brennan. "Thank you for having me."

Brennan smiles. "You're very welcome, Michael."

Angela looks at her best friend. "Thanks again, Sweetie."

"It's no problem, Ange. Really."

They all walk back into the house, and a few minutes later, the Hodgins family is out the door.

"Daddy, can I have a piggyback ride now?"

Brennan just smiles and heads into the living room.

Booth sighs. "Yeah, baby." He squats.

Christine climbs up and wraps her arms around his neck, holding on as he stands up and hoists her higher on his back. She hooks her legs around his waist and rests her chin on his shoulder. "We're just like the lady beetles, daddy."

He shakes his head. "No, princess. We're like you and me." He pauses. "Buckle up. It's gonna be a bumpy ride."

Christine giggles. "There's no seatbelts on the daddy express, silly."

Booth nods. "Oh right, silly me. Well, hold on tight. Safety first." He carries her into the living room and drops her onto the couch.

"Honey, go put your clean clothes in your room, please. I'll help you put them away after dinner."

Christine nods and scoops up her clean, folded laundry. She smiles and heads up the steps.

Booth picks up the laundry basket, which has his and Brennan's clothing folded inside. "You're just trying to torture me, aren't you? You're teasing me and I don't like it."

"I have no idea what you're referring to," Brennan says, throwing a smirk in his direction.

"Uh-huh, yeah, sure. You know exactly what I'm talking about." He pauses. "Just so you know, you don't have to tempt me with underwear." He winks and laughs as he heads for the stairs. "Now who's teasing who?" He calls just before ascending the steps.

Brennan mumbles under her breath and picks up Parker's pile, following Christine and Booth upstairs.