95. Smell
She arrived home close to tears.
Her day had started early, already at the lab by five-thirty, ready for a staff meeting at six. Booth had still been passed out when she'd left their room, pressing an identical kiss to his cheek that she did to their four month old daughter's before leaving the house. The meeting had widely overrun, making her late for a meeting with her publisher meaning she'd missed lunch and the opportunity to see Booth and Christine. She'd spent the rest of the day alone in limbo, identifying the remains of a fifteen year old girl, unable to stop herself from drawing similarities between herself and the victim.
All she wanted to do was go home and sleep off her day. However, upon pushing open the front door she was greeted by the smell of food, by soft music playing through their stereo, and by the picture of Booth stood in the kitchen, Christine wide-eyed and awake on his shoulder as he moved around the room, setting the table and checking on whatever was cooking.
He smiled widely when he saw her, turning Christine towards her mother.
"Hey, look, baby! It's Mommy!"
"Hi." She grinned, moving towards them, willingly taking Christine into her arms, immediately pressing a kiss to the infants head as she closed her eyes peacefully.
"Bad day?"
Her nod was answer enough as he reached down to kiss her, pulling her tightly against his chest, carefully avoiding squashing their daughter between them.
"I love you, Booth."
"I love you too, Bones."