27. Drop
"Are we going to wake Mommy now?"
"We sure are, bud, why don't you grab the presents. Christine, can you carry Mommy's mug— don't drop it, okay?"
"I won't, Daddy."
"Park, do you want to get Addie or—"
Booth turned to find Parker sat on the couch, eight month old Addison already in his arms.
"Never mind. Suppose I'll carry the tray then."
He retrieved the tray from the counter as Parker ushered his siblings towards the door to the master bedroom, securing Addison in one arm he knocked before pushing the door open, moving aside to let Christine and Henry in first.
"Happy Mothers Day, Mommy!"
The two children grinned, Christine depositing the mug on the bedside table before she scrambled onto the bed beside her mother, Henry beside her.
"Happy Mothers Day, Bones." Parker smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to Brennan's cheek before he passed Addison into her waiting arms.
"Thank you." Brennan grinned, pressing a kiss to each of the children's faces, pulling them all close to her, smiling widely at Booth as he sat down beside Parker.
"Happy Mothers Day, Mrs Booth."
"I love you." Brennan laughed, leaning forward to kiss Booth softly.
"I love you, too, and thank you for waiting in bed." He grinned, knowing she'd been awake when he'd left their bedroom an hour before to answer the door to Parker.
"I'm glad I did." She smiled, "Thank you for coming, Park."
"I couldn't miss Mothers Day, Bones, you're my mom too, you know?"
"Mommy! Open your presents!"
Booth caught the slight glimmer to Brennan's eyes as she turned away from Parker, not without first reaching for the teenagers hand and squeezing it, smiling widely at Christine and Henry.
"But, what if I want to drink my coffee first?"
"No, Mommy!"