Here's some more family fluff :)

On Saturday morning, Brennan opens her eyes and squints at her alarm clock. She places her hand on her stomach, in attempt to calm the squirmy tenant inside her uterus. "Good morning to you too," she whispers.

Booth stirs behind her and subconsciously moves his hand from her hip to her belly. "Ah, our little guy's awake," he mumbles, sleepily.

"He appears to be a morning person."

He buries his face into her neck and kisses her.

She removes his hand and maneuvers herself away from him. She pulls off the covers and stands up. She looks at Booth over her shoulder and smiles at him. "I have to go to the bathroom," she explains, noticing the look of hurt on his face.

"Oh, okay."

She heads into the bathroom and shuts the door behind her.

He rolls onto his back and bends his arms behind his head, propping himself up.

She comes out of the bathroom a couple minutes later and crawls back into bed. She rolls onto her side, facing him.

He turns his head and sighs. "You didn't sleep last night, did you?"

She shrugs. "It was not a particularly well-rested night."

"Something on your mind?"

"I always have something on my mind, Booth. I just couldn't seem to get comfortable. When I did manage to find a comfortable position, I had a dream about animated teddy bears piloting fighter jets and throwing exploding salmon at baby squirrels. I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep."

He laughs. "What?"

She can't help but chuckle. "It's strange, yes, I know, which is probably why I couldn't fall back asleep."

"That would make an awesome movie."

"An animated teddy bear killing baby squirrels with exploding fish? That does not sound like an awesome anything."

"Well, besides the 'killing of baby animals' part, it sounds like pretty cool movie. Imagine it in 3D. Christine would love it."

"I'm not sure who or what I should be more concerned with. You or the fact that you believe our daughter will love such a film."

He laughs. "You forgot yourself in that list. You're the one who dreamed the whole scenario up in the first place."

She sits up and presses her back against the pillows. "I'm thinking pancakes for breakfast."

"Sounds good to me." He pushes himself up and leans over, kissing her on the lips before settling down against the pillows. "We should go mini-golfing today. Christine's been stuck in the house all week, and since she's not sick anymore, hasn't been sick since Wednesday, we should all get out of the house as a family."

"My range of movement is extremely limited at the moment, Booth, if you haven't noticed."

"It's mini-golf, Bones, not the PGA."

"Alright, but the last time we went mini-golfing, you nearly took off the clown's nose with your golf club."

He cringes. "That was an accident."

"Oh, yes, that's right, I forgot." She laughs and gets out bed. She puts on her bathrobe and tucks her feet into her slippers.

He rolls out of bed and grabs his bathrobe off the back of the chair. "It was an accident, Bones."

She smirks. "I was there. I know it was an accident. The clown's nose just happened to run into your club." She winks at him and leaves the bedroom.

He rolls his eyes and follows her. "There are no mini-golf courses in the DC area that have clowns, so a freak accident like that won't be happening today."

She just looks at him and continues down the hallway.

When Booth and Brennan get downstairs, they stop in the opening to the family room when they see Parker and Christine sitting on the floor, leaning over the coffee table. They step farther into the room and they realize what the kids are squinting at.

Parker looks up. "Morning, guys."

"Good morning, Parker."

"Mommy, look. I did it all by myself." Christine smiles and points to the half-finished dog puzzle that's laid out on the coffee table.

"Wow."

"Parky's just watching me do my thing."

Parker shrugs. "I tried to help, but she told me she didn't need any help."

"She doesn't."

Booth smiles and heads into the kitchen. "Do you want anything special in your pancakes, bub?"

"I already ate, dad."

"I ate too, daddy."

"Um, you two have been busy." Booth looks at Brennan. "Well, I guess it's just pancakes for three then."

"Daddy, you stink at math. You plus mommy equals two, not three."

"Oh, but, princess, you're forgetting your baby brother, and two plus one equals three."

Brennan rolls her eyes at him and walks into the kitchen.

"We're gonna go play mini-golf today. You have any plans, buddy?"

Parker shakes his head. "Nope."

"Good."

"There aren't any clowns on this course, right, dad? 'Cause we all know what happened last time." Parker laughs.

"It was an accident, people. How many times do I have to say it?" Booth leaves the two of them in the living room and joins Brennan in the kitchen.

"I don't want the pink one!" Christine shouts, keeping the orange ball hidden.

"You're a girl. You get pink. That's how it works, Teeny."

Christine stomps her foot. "No! I want the orange ball."

Brennan grabs a purple ball from the bowl and holds it out for Christine. "How about purple, Honey? It's your favorite color."

Christine nods and takes the deep purple golf ball from her mother. She hands the orange ball to her brother and grabs her small putter. "I go first!"

"Says who?" Parker tosses the pink ball at Brennan, who puts it back into the bowl.

"I do. I'm the baby. I always go first. It's a rule." Christine bends down and puts the ball down on the little mat. She gets into position and studies the hole. She gives the ball a small tap and it moves forward, but ends up rolling back down the hill. "Stupid ball." She kicks it.

"You need to hit it with a little more power, princess, so it makes it up the hill." Booth gets behind her and bends over, holding the club with her. "Keep your head down." He lifts the club back and follows through, whacking the ball with just enough force to allow it to roll up the hill and stay put.

"I did it, daddy!"

Parker steps forward. "Watch and learn, baby sis." He puts the orange ball in place and sets up his shot. He lets out a breath and takes a swing.

Christine giggles. "You missed it, Parky. I win."

"That's called a practice swing," Parker retorts. He sets up the shot again and this time he swings for real. He hits the ball and it makes its way up the hill, bounces off the corner of the barrier, and rolls into the hole. "That's how it's done, Teeny."

Christine crosses her arms over her chest. "Humph."

Brennan takes Parker's place and struggles to set her yellow ball down in the correct spot. She drops it and tries to manipulate it with her foot.

Booth steps up and bends down, putting the ball where it's supposed to go. He stands up and gets behind her, resting his hands on her hips.

Brennan turns her head and rolls her eyes. "I don't need a lesson, Booth. It's simple physics and geometry."

Booth nods, sliding his hands down the club and stepping even closer to her. "I know. I just thought it was a good excuse to do this," he pauses and lowers his head. He buries his face in the crook of her neck and gives her a kiss.

Brennan giggles, shivering at the light touch. "You ever do this for a girl in high school?"

"Of course," he whispers in her ear, "but I've never done this for a woman."

Brennan tries to hide the smile on her face, but she can't. She relaxes in his arms and allows him to "teach" her the technique. She separates from him after hitting the ball up the hill.

Booth steps up the course and puts his dark blue ball on the mat. He takes his shot quickly, realizing that there's a small group of people waiting, and ends up sinking it.

Christine hits her ball into the hole on her fourth attempt, Brennan makes it on her second try, and then they move on to the second hole.

By the 12th hole, Brennan's feet are swollen and her back is knotted and sore. She rolls out her neck and places a hand on the small of her back, rubbing gently, kneading her fingers into her muscles. She spots a bench and sits down, letting out a breath.

Booth turns his head and notices her. "Bub, take Christine and keep playing. We'll catch up with you two in a little bit."

Parker nods. "C'mon, Teeny." He walks over the bridge, while his little sister skips ahead of him.

Booth sits down beside Brennan and presses a kiss to her cheek. "You okay, Bones?"

Brennan nods. "I just need a minute to rest."

"Okay." He pauses. "Is it your back?"

She nods. "And my feet."

He stands up and walks around the bench. He places his hands on her shoulders and digs his thumbs into her shoulder blades. He kneads his fingers into her sore muscles and works his way down.

She lets out a breath, her eyes falling shut. "Ah, yes."

He squats and rubs the small of her back, once again pressing his fingers into her muscles. After a couple minutes of massage, he stands up and squeezes her shoulders and drops a kiss on the top of her head. "Better?"

She nods. "Yes, thank you." She rolls out her neck again slowly and stands up. She winces slightly as she puts weight on her sore, swollen feet, but shrugs it off. "Let's go find the kids."

He looks up at her concerned. "We can sit for another minute or two."

"I'm okay, Booth. Let's go."

"If you're ready."

"I am." She smiles at him, though it's obviously a little forced. "When we get home, I'll be taking a long, warm bath, and I'll be expecting a foot massage later. This whole activity was your brilliant idea." She winks and sets off towards the rest of the course.

"Whatever you want, Bones." He catches up to her and slips his hand in hers, their fingers intertwining almost immediately. He leans towards her and places a sweet kiss on her temple.

"This is actually fun. Christine and Parker seem to be enjoying themselves."

"This beats office golf any day." He laughs. "You know what the best part of today is?"

"There are no clowns?" She teases.

"No." He pauses. "The best part of today is that we're all together." He smiles and spots the two kids on the fifteenth hole. "There they are."

Brennan nods and they head over.