AN: Thanks as always to my brilliant beta CalleighAryn for her support and suggestions.
Brennan stood outside the doorway of the small bedroom, listening to her partner read a bedtime story to his son. The book sounded ridiculous-- who would say goodnight to a series of inanimate objects?--and yet both Booths appeared to be enjoying it. She wondered if her parents had read similarly illogical tales to her as a young child. After a moment of reflection, she decided that they probably had, but she didn't remember. She couldn't even remember being Parker's age. Had she really been that innocent once? Had she ever laughed the way Parker was laughing now? Had she ever looked at her own father the way Parker looked at his? The more she watched the father and son, the more she found herself wanting to join them, but she held herself back. She knew that Booth didn't get to see Parker as often as he would like, so she told herself that she wouldn't interrupt what little time they had together.
She saw Parker tug on his father's sleeve. "Will you read me another story, Dad? Please? Please? Just one more?"
"No, it's getting late. Time for--"
"Bones!" Parker shouted, noticing his father's girlfriend for the first time.
Booth turned to the doorway, smiling broadly as he saw his love. "Hey, Bones! Come on in."
"I don't want to interrupt a family moment."
Booth walked to the door and kissed her cheek. "You are family. Come in."
"You're sure that I'm not interrupting?"
"One hundred and ten percent sure."
"It's impossible to be one hundred and ten--"
"Okay, one hundred percent then." He offered her his hand and after a second's pause she took it, following him into the room.
"Can you read me a story, Bones?" Parker asked with pleading eyes.
"I'm certainly capable of reading you a story, but it sounded like your father was saying that it was time for you to go to sleep."
"Dad will say you can read me a story if you ask him. He does everything you ask him."
"That's true," Brennan admitted.
"Hey!" Booth interjected, a look of mock horror on his face. "Parker, I don't do everything Bones asks me."
She smiled. "Almost everything." She put her arm around him. "So can I read Parker a story?"
"Please?" Parker added.
It was hard enough for Booth to say "no" to Parker or Bones individually. When the two of them were united, he didn't stand a chance. "Alright. One more story, and then bed. Okay?"
Parker nodded. "Okay."
"Can Bones read me another story?" Parker asked when she had finished.
"No, no more stalling," Booth said in his most authoritarian voice. "It's past your bedtime." He kissed his son's forehead and adjusted the blankets on his bed. "Good night."
"Are you and Bones going to bed too?"
"Yeah," Booth answered. "We're very tired."
Brennan frowned. "I'm not."
"We're very, very tired," Booth said, winking at his partner.
"Dad, why did you wink at Bones?"
"I didn't wink. There was just something in my eye." He kissed him again. "I love you. Good night."
"Good night, Dad. Good night, Bones."
Brennan ruffled his curls. "Good night, Parker."
"Do you really want to go to sleep?" Brennan asked as they walked down the hall to Booth's bedroom.
"No. I only told Parker that so he wouldn't feel bad about having to go to bed."
"So you lied to him."
"Not exactly." He leaned close to whisper in her ear. "I'm not ready to go to sleep, but I do want to go to bed. Care to join me?"
"Will I get a bedtime story too?" She teased.
Booth thought about it for a few moments. "Once upon a time, there was a strong, handsome FBI agent who worked with a brilliant, beautiful, fearless forensic anthropologist."
"Thanks. So the FBI agent fell hopelessly in love with the anthropologist, but he hid his feelings for years because he didn't want to screw up their friendship. Then one day he went to a party in the Kingdom of the Squints and drank a magical truth serum--"
"It wasn't magic, Booth," Brennan interrupted. "It was alcohol. A vast quantity of alcohol."
"It's my story, Bones, let me finish. He drank a magical truth serum and told her he loved her. She realized that she loved him back and they--"
"Had sex in her office," Brennan recalled.
"Yes, we did! I know; I was there."
Booth laughed. "I was there too, but I was going to say 'and they lived happily ever after. The end.'" Folding his arms around her, he kissed her slowly and sweetly. "So what do you think?"
Smiling, she grabbed his hand, pulling him into his bedroom. "It's perfect."
In case you didn't catch the reference, the book Booth was reading to Parker was "Goodnight Moon" by Margaret Wise Brown.
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