92. Apparition
"Trick or treat!"
Booth laughed, opening the door further, grinning at Michael, makeup smeared across the eight year olds cheeks and his clothes ripped to shreds, fake blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.
"Woah, Angela, you have seriously excelled this year."
"Yeah, you won't be saying that man when you're trying to get it off of Christine's cheeks tomorrow morning." Hodgins chuckled, avoiding his wife's gaze as she disappeared down the hall, Michael hot on her tail.
"Hi, Catherine, well aren't you the cutest princess ever." Booth grinned, taking the one year old from Hodgins' arms, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
"Boo!"
Both men chuckled, turning to find Henry, draped in a white sheet with two holes cut out, the three year old's blue eyes peering up at them excitedly.
"Well, gee, little man, you scared me!"
"It's just me, Uncle Jack! I'm just dressed as an apparition!"
"You're— wait, never mind. Bub, you're a ghost, don't listen to your Mom."
"But Mommy is always right."
"He's right."
Booth turned, glaring at Hodgins, biting back a comment when Brennan appeared, one month old Addison cradled in her arms.
"Well, hey, if it isn't two of my favourite girls."
"I'm not a girl, Booth."
"I'm well aware of that, Bones."
The comment was followed by a wink, then a groan as Hodgins took his daughter back into his arms, his free hand covering the two holes in Henry's sheet.
"Hey, there are children present!"
"Bren's just desperate because she hasn't been cleared yet."
"Angela!"
"Your wife confides in me, just remember that next time you're doing insanely horrible things to her, Studly."
"Ang— woah, where'd Christine go?"
"I'm right here, Daddy!"
"Oh, no, see the Christine I know isn't old enough to get married."
"We're not actually getting married, Daddy." Christine giggled, "It's just a costume!"
"Well, I've gotta say you're the prettiest zombie bride I've ever seen, baby. Now, who's ready for candy?!"