**So, I'm not even going to do the whole "I'm so sorry thing!" because I think, by now, you guys know how much I apparently suck at updating regularly. Good intentions, just too much crap going on in my life to follow through :( However, the last reviews were awesome...as per usual ;) Oh, and who else is in LOVE with preggo-Bones and daddy-Booth? SO CUTE!

Don't own them.**

"Parker! Parker, wake up!" Booth shook his son as he thrashed about in his bed. "PARKER!" he spoke more firmly, causing his son to open his eyes. Fighting against whatever was touching him, Parker wasn't sure where he was until he saw his dad. "Hey, bud, come'mere," Booth told him, pulling his son to his chest. He could feel the little boy's body shaking.

Brennan had slipped on a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt before she joined the party in Parker's bedroom. But upon seeing Booth embracing Parker, she decided to just prop against the doorway and watch.

"You have a nightmare?" Booth asked, rubbing Parker's back. Parker nodded his head as tears streamed down his face. "Want me to get you a glass of water?" Booth asked, earning another nod.

As Booth passed Brennan at the door, she saw the sadness in his eyes. Of course he had warned Parker about being scared after the movie, but to actually see his son terrified, it broke his heart. Brennan placed her hand on his arm as he walked past her.

Brennan slowly approached the scared little boy and sat on the edge of his bed beside him. "What was the nightmare about?" she asked, her eyes narrowing as Parker fell into her side.

"It was horrible, Dr. Bones!" Parker began as Brennan wrapped her arms around him. "The monster was eating my mom and then he was looking for me and I was under my bed but he found me!" his sentence ran on for a while. Brennan just listened. "After he found me, he told me that he was going to eat me, too, and then he was going after my dad and you!"

With a gentle smile, Brennan pulled back slightly to look down at him. "Parker…you like science, right?" she asked, confusing the little boy.

"Yeah, of course," he answered, looking up into her blue eyes.

"Well, Parker…" she took his hands in hers, unknowingly being watched by Booth. "When you like science, you believe in real things. Science means that it can be proven without a doubt." Parker nodded. "And monsters like the one in the movie…they're not real, Parks," she told him with a soft smile. "It's a man in a costume…you know, like Mickey Mouse at Disney Land," she reasoned.

"So…it's okay to be afraid of real things?" he asked.

"Definitely," Brennan replied. "What are some real things that have been proved by science that you're afraid of?"

"Um…" he thought, "Sharks…spiders…" he shuddered, "Sometimes thunder…"

"And all those things are things that you can see, feel, and measure, right?"

Parker nodded, pulling his knees to his chest.

"That monster from the movie," she told him, "You can't see him, feel him, or measure him in any way because he's not real."

Thinking for a moment, Parker eventually lifted his head towards Brennan. "So…only believing in real things…does that make me a scientist?"

Chuckling, Brennan nodded. "Sure does," she confirmed as Booth decided to sit on the other side of the bed. He handed the glass of water to his son and smiled over at Brennan.

"You feel better now, Parks?" Booth asked, taking the glass back from him.

Parker nodded with a smile as he climbed over to give his dad and Brennan a hug. "Tons," he assured his dad. "I believe in real things, not fake things," he told his dad proudly.

Booth chuckled, kissed the top of Parker's head, and guided Brennan out of the bedroom. "Goodnight, Parks. Come get us if you need us, ok bud?"

"Goodnight Dad and Dr. Bones!" Parker called out as he settled back in his bed.

Letting out a deep breath, Booth smiled over at Brennan as he pulled her into his side. "That was great, Bones," he whispered before he kissed her temple. "Let's get back to bed, huh?" he suggested, resting his hand on the small of Brennan's back as she walked through the bedroom door.

As Booth turned around from shutting the door, he saw Temperance standing in front of him topless. "What are you waiting for?" she asked, her hand propped on her hip. "It's time for the second trial!"

"I think you mean round two," he chuckled as he pressed into her, his hand pressed against the small of her back. "And I'm not sure what's gotten into you," he kissed her neck as he laid her back on the bed, "But I can't say I don't like it…"

The next morning, Booth and Brennan were awoken by the hungry 8 year old in the hallway. Parker had been knocking on the door for ten minutes before they ever heard him. After all, the two adults in the apartment were up fairly late doing what adults do after dark.

Booth groaned as he finally realized the repetitive noise was his son knocking at the door. Brennan rolled to face Booth, her eyes still squeezed shut to avoid the light creeping in. "Five more minutes, Parks!" Booth called out.

His head fell back onto his pillow as he heard Parker stomp down the hallway. "I'm so sleepy," Brennan groaned, curling herself into Booth's side.

"And I'm not?" Booth chuckled. "I was just as involved as you were in your random bouts of horniness last night, Bones." At midnight, two-thirty-four, and five-forty-seven, Brennan had woken Booth up by a series of different ways…running her hand up and down his chest, kissing his neck, and even full on mounting him. While they were wonderful ways to wake up, Booth wasn't used to being needed that much.

"You weren't complaining last night," she reminded him, finding his neck with her lips.

"Okay, enough of that," Booth told her and laughed as he pulled his neck out of reach of her. "If you get me started, it'll be a lot longer than the five minutes I told Parker to wait."

Brennan laughed and conceded. "So what are we doing today?"

"It's Saturday, Bones!" Booth announced happily.

With a raised eyebrow, Brennan thought for a moment. Nope, still nothing. "I know that," she told him. "I didn't ask what day it was."

Pressing his lips to her forehead, Booth held in a laugh. "Saturday means football games!"

"Games? As in plural?" Brennan asked, rolling her eyes and letting her head fall back onto her pillow.

Laughing, Booth leaned over and buried his nose in her neck as his lips set her skin on fire. "It's a tradition for Parker and me, Bones," he tried to reason with her, his brown eyes now surveying her face.

With a smirk, Brennan chuckled and shook her head. "Fine," she complained. "But next weekend, we're doing something I like."

"And what would that be, Dr. Brennan?" Booth mocked with his Booth-y grin.

"You'll have to wait and see," she whispered, cupping his cheek with her hand as she leaned up and pressed her lips to his.

"I think I like where this is going," Booth mumbled as Brennan pushed him onto his back.

As Brennan began to trace his jawline with her lips, she was stopped abruptly. "Dad!" Parker yelled from outside the door. "Come ON!"

With his head falling back into his pillow as he let out a groan, Booth smiled over at Brennan. "We'll finish this later," he promised, kissing her one last time before he got out of the bed.

As Booth pulled a t-shirt over his head, he left the bedroom, pulling the door shut behind him to give Brennan some privacy to get dressed appropriately. "What's for breakfast, bud?" Booth asked his son as he entered the kitchen, flinching as his bare feet hit the cold tile floor.

"Pancakes!" Parker yelled out from the living room.

Before long, Brennan, who was now dressed in pajama pants and a t-shirt and her hair in a ponytail, joined Booth in the kitchen. "You're cooking?" she asked, eyes wide.

"Yes mam," he replied, bending over and kissing her cheek as he poured flour into a bowl. "Pancakes."

"Sounds good," she admitted with a smile. "Want coffee?" she asked, reaching up for a mug.

"Mhmm," he replied with a smile as he began to stir the dry ingredients.

Brennan poured two cups of the steaming liquid, shutting the cabinet door afterwards. "What can I do to help?" she asked, sitting her mug on the counter after taking a sip.

Booth grinned, leaning over and kissing her as he cupped her cheek. "Just sit there and look pretty," he told her.

Running into the kitchen as his dad went back to the pancake ingredients, Parker stopped with a raised eyebrow. "Why do you have stuff on your face, Dr. Bones?" he asked, shaking his head and reaching for a small cup out of the dish-drainer.

"What stuff on my face?" Brennan asked, taking a couple of steps and stopping in front of a mirror. There was a nearly perfect handprint against her cheek in the flour that she noticed was covering Booth's hands.

"Why'd you have to tell on me, kid?" Booth asked him with a chuckle, keeping his eye on Brennan.

With a grin, she brushed the flour from her cheek and resumed her place leaning against the counter behind Booth as she wrapped her hands around the coffee mug. "I thought that's what you're supposed to do when someone has something on their face?" Parker asked, carefully putting the milk back into the refrigerator.

Booth rolled his eyes as Parker trotted back into the living room, but still keeping his eyes on Brennan. "Aren't you going to retaliate?" he asked, cracking an egg into the bowl.

"Nope," she replied sweetly, smiling through the steam of her coffee.

Pinching his eyebrows together, Booth wasn't sure if he needed to believe her or not. He stirred the pancake mixture, and then reached down to get a skillet, placing it on the stove as he stood back up. By the time he was back upright, Brennan had moved to his side the counters and was wrapping her arms around his neck. "Well, hello…" he chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist. "What's this for?"

As soon as his question left his lips, he had an answer. Brennan apparently had an egg in her hand as she was hugging him. The egg was now cracked and running through his hair, down his head. He kept his arms around her as he began to chuckle. "You've done it now…" he warned as she attempted to wiggle free of his grasp, laughing as she tried to push herself away from him.

"Booth…" she spoke next to his neck, still trying to get loose. "Booth, please…" she begged as felt something hitting the top of her head, stopping her dead in her tracks.

"Take that!" he laughed, smearing pancake batter in her hair. He finally let her go, only to laugh even harder as he saw the facial expression smeared across her face. He watched as her jaw dropped even more as she felt the top of her head.

"Oooh, Booth…" she warned, through semi-gritted teeth, a smile poking through. "I can't believe you put pancake batter in my hair!"

Booth, who was still laughing at the look on her face, attempted to take her hands in his. He grabbed one of them, but the other had already grabbed the mostly-full bag of flour sitting on the counter. Letting out a mix between "no!" and "stop!", he suddenly became absolutely and completely covered from head-to-toe in flour. A mushroom cloud of it enveloped the entire kitchen as Brennan began to laugh hysterically.

"What's going on?" Parker asked with an extremely confused face as he stood in the kitchen doorway.

Slowly turning around, Booth wiped flour from his eyes and mouth. "What's going on, Parks, is Bones here is about to wish she hadn't just covered me in flour." As he turned back towards her, her eyes got huge.

Brennan dropped the rest of the bag of flour in the floor, taking off through the small apartment in an attempt to get to the bedroom and lock the door before Booth could catch her. "Bones!" Booth called out, right on her heels.

Squealing along the way, she almost made it. As she got to the bedroom and turned to slam the door behind her, Booth's hand intercepted the door and he pushed his way in with a grin on his face. "Booth…" Brennan had moved herself to the other side of the bed as she wasn't sure if she should be laughing or afraid.

Kicking the door closed with his foot, Booth smirked as he easily locked the door behind himself. "Come here, Bones…" he told her, his tone sweet but thick with sarcasm.

"I don't even think so," she told him as she shook her head, her blue eyes wide. Not sure which way he was going to come after her, Brennan moved back and forth, left to right, in between the bed and the outside-wall.

Booth began to walk around the end of the bed, making Brennan attempt to clear the bed in a straight line for the door. Reaching for the doorknob, she let out a squeal as Booth grabbed her by her waist and pulled her back over to the bed. With a grin, Booth made sure to press as much of his flour-covered body against hers.

After his fingers traced against her sides making her laugh and squirm, Brennan begged for mercy. "Please, Booth!" she tried to fight off his powerful hands as she flailed on top of the bed, never able to get out of reach.

Laughing hysterically, Booth eventually stopped tickling her, brushing some of her breakfast-covered hair out of her face. Looking down into her eyes, he smiled. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his brown eyes full of sincerity despite the chuckling coming from his mouth.

"And you're full of shit," she quipped, trying to catch her breath. Looking him over, she began to laugh again as she saw him covered in the egg and flour. "And we're going to have to wash the bed sheets."

Kissing her, Booth grinned as he pulled back. "You better go wash that out of your hair before it dries. Because if that happens, I know my punishment will be ten times worse than it's already going to be."

Brennan chuckled and kissed him again. "So thoughtful…coming from the man that smeared pancake batter in my hair."

Later in the day, both adults had showered and the kitchen had been cleaned up from their breakfast disaster. Brennan sat on the couch beside booth as mini-Booth sat in the floor in front of them. "So…we're watching football?" she asked.

"Yep," Booth replied, taking a drink of his beer.

"The name is completely irrelevant for this sport," she stated, settling back into the couch. "In this football, there is only one player that actually uses his foot to make contact with the ball, if I'm correct."

"You are correct," Booth assured, wrapping his arm around her, eyes glued on the TV.

"Which teams are playing?" she asked.

"The Steelers and the Patriots," he yet again replied without turning away from the TV.

Brennan shifted her weight against Booth, as she tried to make herself focus on the game. "What does second and seven mean?"

Unnoticeably taking a deep breath, Booth smiled over at her, kissing her temple. "Every time a team gets the ball, they have four chances to move the ball ten yards."

Nodding, Brennan pulled a pillow to her chest. "What if they don't move it ten yards?"

Still sitting in the floor, Parker spun around. "If they don't do it, the other team gets it. If they do move it ten yards, they get four more chances to go four more yards."

"How does this game make any sense?" she asked, her eyes pinched together. "I'm going to go work on my book," she announced, getting up from the couch. She rolled her eyes as she left the room.

After the first half was over, Booth looked around as his eyebrows pulled together. "Where did Bones go?"

Parker shrugged, getting up to get some chips from the kitchen. "She said something about a book in the middle of the first quarter."

Getting up from the couch, Booth walked back to the master bedroom and opened the door. Peaking inside, he smiled as he saw her sitting on the bed, her laptop open and a few papers scattered across the mattress. "Is the game over?" she asked, pushing her laptop to the side as Booth sat on the edge of the bed.

"Not yet," he kissed her cheek. "It's just halftime. What are you writing?" He reached over to pull her laptop to him.

Pushing the lid down before he could reach it, she shook her head. "Nuh uh," she told him, pulling it out of his reach. "You can't read it until it's finished."

"Why not?" he asked, his brown eyes piercing her blue ones as he cupped her cheek.

"Because those are the rules," she informed him as he leaned in, pressing his lips to her jawline.

"What if I make you an offer you can't refuse?" he asked, his breath hot against her skin. Swirling his tongue across her neck, Booth nipped at her earlobe.

"Booth," Brennan groaned, leaning her head back to allow him easier access. "I can't let you read it yet," she told him.

Leaning over, he pushed her over onto the bed, pressing himself against her as he held his weight off of her. He ran a hand down her hip, gripping at the flannel material covering her skin, as he kissed his way to her collar bones. "What about now?" he whispered, his brown eyes looking up as he began to move to the middle of her breasts.

"Seducing me isn't going to work," she informed him, her eyes rolled back as she grasped a handful of his hair.

"Could've fooled me…" he told her, his breath sending chills up and down her entire body. Kissing her neck one last time, he sat back up and smiled as he got off of the bed.

With a confused look smeared across her face, Brennan's eyes pinched together. "Booth!" she groaned as she watched him reach for the doorknob.

With a grin spread across his face, he stepped back towards her, leaned down, and pressed his lips into hers. "I'll be back after the game is over," he promised.

Brennan rolled her eyes as he left the room. "Ass," she mumbled, pulling her laptop back towards her.