Later that evening, Brennan is sitting on the living room floor, pressed up against the front of the couch. She smiles at Henry, who's rolling over and giggling. She gets onto her knees and crawls the short distance to her son. She gets down, lying on her side and propping herself up on an elbow. She brushes her fingertips along his hairline and down the curve of his cheek.

Henry ceases his movements and looks at her, a smile breaking out on his face. "Babababa," he babbles against his fist that has found its way into his mouth.

"Hi, Henry."

He stops sucking on his hand and his eyes twinkle at the sound of her voice. He kicks and wiggles around, laughing all the while.

"What's so funny, Little Guy? Huh?" She leans over, rubs her nose against his cheek, and then kisses him. She continues to listen to him babble and laugh and watch him kick and flail his arms about.

Parker walks in, straightening his blazer.

She sits up and turns her head, tilting it back so she can look at him properly. "You look very handsome, Parker."

He flashes her a famous Booth smile and runs his hand back through his short hair.

"Something wrong?"

He shakes his head. "Um, no, just—I guess I'm a little nervous. I shouldn't be, I mean, Cody and I have had lots of dates, real dates, but—." He trails off and stuffs his hands in his pockets.

"Well, have fun tonight, be home by eleven," she says, channeling her best mom voice.

Just then, Booth walks down the steps and heads into the living room. "Christine's holding a private concert for her stuffed animals," he announces as he walks to the couch. He stops short and looks at his son.

"Hey, Dad. I'm just gonna wait outside for Cody." Parker starts to walk towards the door, but Booth stops him.

"You and I need to talk, Bub."

Parker blinks. "Talk about what?"

"About what you keep in your wallet."

Parker's eyes darken and he swallows hard. "You wanna talk about money, my ID, my debit card, or movie stubs?"

Booth gives him a stern look.

"Oh, you wanna talk about the other thing."

"Yeah."

"How'd you—?" Anger suddenly rises up inside the teenager. "Were you looking through my stuff?"

Brennan looks at the two of them and raises an eyebrow. "What's going on?" She stands up, lifting Henry up off the floor and setting him on her hip, the infant wrapping his arm around hers for support. She adjusts his position and walks over to Booth and Parker. "Is everything alright?" She looks between the two men and nods. "Is this about the whole condom thing?" She asks, loud enough for only Booth to hear her.

Booth coughs and stares at her. "You know about that?"

"Christine told me what you said. She wanted a second opinion. She wanted to corroborate your definition."

Booth's eyes widen. "What'd you say?" Please God.

"I told her that—."

"You know what, I—I don't wanna know what you told her."

"Why are you angry with me, Booth?"

Booth sighs. "I'm not." He pauses. "Look, right now, I have to talk to Parker…alone, so—."

She nods. "I have to give Henry a bath. I'll be upstairs if you need me." She brushes her hand against his arm as she passes him. "Oh, and Booth?"

Booth turns his head, raising an eyebrow.

"Go easy on him." She smiles and disappears upstairs.

Parker follows his father over to the couch and sits down, hugging the armrest and staring at his shoes.

Booth shifts uncomfortably and turns to face his son. He clears his throat and swallows.

Parker looks over at him and fiddles with the buttons on his dress shirt. "It's not what you think."

"So you're not talking to your girlfriend about having sex?"

"Okay, so maybe it is what you think, but I—I can explain." Parker lets out a breath. "It's just talk, dad—for now—but you know, I—I'm gonna have sex at some point."

Booth swallows.

"We talk about it, but she, Cody isn't ready yet. I respect that." Parker pauses. "If you weren't looking through my stuff, how'd you know about the, you know, condom?"

"Your little sister overheard your conversation, Parker."

Parker blinks. "I didn't think—she heard me?"

"Yeah, she did."

"Oh, man, I—."

"She's seven years-old, Parker."

"I didn't know she could hear me, dad. I was—I wasn't sitting right next to her. I stood up and walked over to the window. I was quiet, I swear."

Booth just shakes his head.

"I'll, um, I'll be more careful next time."

Booth shutters. He knows Parker's growing up and at least he's talking to Cody about sex, rather than just jumping into it, but it still makes Booth cringe at the thought of his little boy having these types of conversations.

"And the whole condom thing, I, we were talking about sex, like we sometimes do, and she said, again, that she wasn't ready, and I was saying that I keep a condom in my wallet, so when she was ready, I would be. That's all. Honest." He turns his head when the doorbell rings. "That's, uh, that's Cody. Can I, um, uh, go now?"

Booth shifts again, twisting his hands in front of him. "Yeah, go, we're done here—for now." He pauses. "And Bub, when you decide to do that, come, uh, come talk to me."

"No offense, dad, but Bones is better at this stuff than you are. She doesn't look like she's about to throw up whenever she talks about it and she stutters less." Parker stands up and heads for the door.

Booth touches his red cheeks, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin, and swallows hard, rubbing his sweaty palms against his thighs.

"I'll be home by eleven," Parker calls as he reaches the door.

Parker unlocks the door and opens it. He gives Cody a soft kiss on the lips and smiles. "Hi, Cody." He glances her up and down, admiring the dark purple dress. "You look beautiful."

Dakota blushes and smiles at him. "Thanks. You look handsome." She undoes the top button of his shirt and fixes his collar. She leans up and presses a kiss to his cheek. She takes his hand and tugs him out of the house. "We should go if we wanna make the movie."

Parker looks behind him and then back at Dakota. "Yeah, we should go…now."

"Is everything okay, Parks?"

He nods. "Yeah, it's just—my little sister overheard our conversation earlier and I guess she said something to my dad and now he's…he's being all weird about it."

"Is he, is he mad?"

"I don't know. Maybe a little. I mean, Christine wasn't supposed to hear that and I, he still thinks I'm ten or something. If he's like this with me, I can only imagine how he's gonna be when Christine is old enough to date." He laughs. "Poor kid doesn't know what's coming."

Dakota smiles.

"And I feel ten times worse for the guys that like her."

"I know what that's like," she says, a bit of sadness edging into her voice.

Sensing where this conversation is leading, he changes the subject. "Let's just go to the movies, shall we?"

She nods and smiles at him. "Yeah, sure." She intertwines their fingers when he steps onto the porch.

He pulls the door shut and the two of them head to Dakota's car parked in the driveway.

A few minutes after the door shuts, Booth walks upstairs. He pads down the hall towards the bathroom and hangs in the doorway, smiling at the scene before him and stifling a laugh. "Who did you say you were gonna give a bath to? Him or you?"

Brennan swipes her hand across her face and dips the washcloth in the water. "Very funny."

He comes in and sits on the toilet seat. He looks at his son in the bathtub and makes a funny face at him. "Hi, Little Guy, are you giving mom a bath?"

Henry laughs and splashes, turning his head towards the new voice.

Brennan wrings the towel and gently brushes it against the infant's skin. "How did your talk with Parker go?"

Booth shrugs, sitting back. "He's not, you know, yet."

"Having sex?"

He cringes. "Yeah."

"You really need to relax, Booth. He's going to have sex whether you want him to or not, and at least he's being responsible about it." She rinses the soap out of Henry's hair and hands the baby a rubber duck, which he brings immediately to his mouth and begins to suck on its head.

Booth momentarily forgets their conversation and focuses on his youngest son.

"He loves bath time." She leans over the lip of the tub and gives the infant a kiss on his wet cheek. "Don't you, bud?" She finishes bathing him and stands up. She lifts him out of the laundry basket he's sitting in and sets him down on the towel splayed out on the tile. "I know you're uncomfortable talking about sex, Booth, but we have two other kids who are going to have questions. One of which is very, very inquisitive. I don't want her to grow up thinking that sex is horrible or this disgusting thing that she needs to feel shameful about."

"What are you saying, Bones?"

She wraps Henry up in the towel, putting the hood on his head, and scoops him up into her arms, turning around to face Booth. "I'm just saying that if she thinks you feel embarrassed or uncomfortable about discussing sex, she will too, which may lead her to feel that sex is a bad thing." She pauses. "You need to relax a little." She stands up and looks down at him. "I'm going to get him ready for bed." She steps towards him and dips her head, closing the gap between their lips, her hand resting on his cheek. She pulls back and smiles.

He lets out a breath and nods. He stands up and follows his partner out of the bathroom and into the nursery.

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