It was 9 am on a rainy Tuesday morning. Booth rolled over and put his arm around his wife. "Did Max get the kids taken care of?"
"He took Christine to school and Hank to daycare, and he'll pick them up and feed them dinner. They'll be back here for bedtime tonight." Brennan sighed as she snuggled next to Booth. "It's a lovely birthday gift, isn't it?"
"Yep. I love celebrating my birthday this way. Getting that card with the "take care of the kids" certificate was great. Max is a smart guy….that's probably why his daughter's so smart." Booth smiled and kissed Brennan.
"Do you feel guilty about missing work, Booth? The last time you were absent it seemed to be a catastrophe."
"I don't give a damn about missing work. Spending the day with my lovely wife is more important than work. What about you? Feeling twinges of guilt?"
Brennan smiled. "No….I haven't missed a day in a long time." She giggled as Booth pulled her closer. "What are your plans for today?"
"I don't have any plans. That's what makes it so great. I don't have to go anywhere or do anything…" Booth kissed Brennan again…"except maybe spending hours making love to you."
"But Booth, who'll make my breakfast?" She poked him in the side, teasing him. "I might get hungry."
"Or…", he whispered as he kissed her throat and caressed her breasts, "you may be so occupied that you forget about food...and just think about this…."
"Hmmm….yes….I understand….oh, Booth...that's wonderful", she purred. "Perhaps you're right...I won't have time for breakfast or lunch…"
Their phones rang in unison on their nightstands. It was work. Both phones were put in silent mode and thrown across their bedroom.
"Now, Booth….where were we?"