Christine was going to a friend's birthday party. Brennan was going to take her while Booth stayed home with Hank. That suited Booth just fine. He was exhausted from his week at work.
Booth put Hank on the floor to play with his toys and slumped into his favorite chair. Trying to catch up after being gone had been difficult. It had been worth it to spend time with Parker, but crime didn't stop when Booth was out of the office. There hadn't been any new information on his latest case, and even though the victim was still alive, she couldn't communicate with anyone.
He was roused by a small hand patting his knee. "Dada….truck?" Hank handed his Daddy a toy fire truck.
"Thanks, buddy. Let's play trucks." Booth got down on the floor, making fire truck noises, much to his son's delight. "OOOOOOO….There's the siren. Here comes the truck. Where's the policeman? Here's the FBI." Booth ran the toy SUV down Hank's leg, causing Hank to laugh loudly.
"Dada….more." Hank brought his Daddy a toy plane. Booth and Hank took turns flying the plane over the "fire", laughing and making plane noises.
"Okay, Tiger, the fire's out. How about a book?" Hank brought his Daddy the fire truck book. "Hmmm…" Booth smiled. "I'm sensing a theme." They read the book twice. Hank was getting drowsy. "Okay, little man. Time for bed." He carried his son to his room and put him to bed. As he was leaving, Hank whimpered a bit.
"Dada...hug?" The baby held his arms out for his daddy.
"Of course, buddy." He picked up his son and held him close. "Go night night now."
Booth closed the door and smiled to himself. No matter what was going on, playing trucks with his son always made things better.