(Ride)
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Asleep, Booth was soon awakened when small fingers opened his right eye and a small face came into view. Jerking away, Booth sat up and glared at his four year old son, "What are you doing, Henry?"
Frightened, the boy backed up until his back hit the wall, "I . . . um . . . I . . . "
Realizing that he'd frightened his son, Booth cleared his throat and gave the boy a tired smile, "I'm sorry if I scared you Henry. I was just . . . It's just . . . um . . . please don't try to wake me again like that. You kind of scared me . . . okay? I didn't mean to be mean to you, okay?"
Embarrassed, Henry stared at the toes of his shoes, "I'm sorry Daddy."
Exhausted, Booth moved his legs off the bed and placed his feet solidly on the floor. Motioning for his son to come closer, Booth took his hand and pulled him next to his knee, "It's just that Daddy is a little out of it when I'm asleep and sometimes, not often, but sometimes I . . . uh . . . well, I kind of over react. I don't want to hurt you, so please just yell at me if you want to wake me up, okay?"
Leaning against his father's knee, Henry nodded his head, "Okay, Daddy." His fingers clutching Booth's shirt, the boy glanced around and whined, "Daddy, Mommy had to go to the Lab and Christine and Grandpa took a ride to the store. I didn't want to go, so Grandpa said I could stay as long as I watched TV and I didn't bother you."
Rubbing his eyes, Booth tried to fight the fatigue his body felt after working on a kidnapping case for the last 36 hours. "If you promised to not bother me then why did you, Henry? I'm really tired, Buddy."
His voice starting to whine, Henry pulled on Booth's shirt, "I'm hungry Daddy. I tried to be good and wait for Grandpa to come back home, but I'm really hungry."
His hand on his small son's shoulder, Booth assured him, "It's alright, Henry." Standing, Booth left the bedroom and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. Removing some yogurt from the fridge, he lifted off the cap and handed the container and a spoon to his son, "Here you go."
Taking the yogurt, Henry began to eat while he watched his father yawn and roll his shoulders.
Once Booth was satisfied that Henry was okay, he picked up the boy and carried him back to his bedroom. Placing him on the bed, Booth sat down next to him, "Buddy, I really need to get some sleep. I'd like you take a nap until your Grandpa comes home. That way I'll know you're okay and you're not by yourself. He shouldn't have left you like he did. I'm going to talk to him about that and make sure that doesn't happen again."
Handing the partially empty container to Booth, Henry smiled, "Okay."
Finishing the yogurt, Booth placed the empty container on the nightstand and laid down. Closing his eyes, he felt his son move closer and wrap his small arm around his arm, "I'll be real quiet Daddy."
Almost asleep, Booth muttered, "Good, glad to hear it. . . . Henry I'm sorry I scared you. . ."
Listening to his father's steady breathing, Henry hugged his father's arm, "I'll protect you Daddy."
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