They don't get many off days. And if they do, they get even less alone time.
Jim figures they're lucky if they get twenty or thirty minutes to themselves if they wake up alone in bed and none of the kids have snuck in.
Which means that they have five minutes less than that to get down to business. Which means there's a flurry of pajama pants pushed down and shirts rucked up, just enough so that they can pull it all on quickly. And then it's panting kisses and hurried whispers.
Bones can usually make Jim come with his mouth and not in the way you might expect.
All it takes is a few minutes of Bones sleepy southern drawl, employing the right about of dirty talk and letting his hands, those fucking legendary hands, do the work.
They clean up, settle in for a cuddle and wait. Inevitably counting down the minutes until of the their children approaches the threshold, usually Abby. And then their day begins.
Maddy always wants to stay home from school if their off on a school day so Bones calls the office.
Davie refuses to be clothed and Chrissy dissolves into fits of giggles, snorting poptarts of breakfast cereal milk, at Jim's attempts to corral him.
George makes noncommittal sounds until he has a cup of coffee, much to Bones displeasure and Abby hangs onto one of them, swinging from their limbs like the little monkey she is.
Once Maddy is taken care of, the rest of the kids at school, Jim and Bones have about an hour and a half to take care of things around the house until the fires start.
There's an emergency at SF Medical, the Federation is close to the brink of war, Rand made another Ensign cry in Jim's absence. Or more usually, the school calls.
"Again? Okay. Just make sure she doesn't move and I'll be right there."
"No, that's not necessary Principal Auerbach, I'll come get him out of the tree."
"I really don't think a suspension was necessary. I don't think she knows what those words mean in Romulan."
"Why yes I think he's quite a Kirk. But you know, he has some McCoy in him as well so he's not as bad as you think."
By the end of the day, they consider it a win if they can settle in for a dinner that doesn't involve flying spaghetti.
"Can't wait to go to work tomorrow." Jim mutters at night, exhausted.
"Oh me too." Bones answers, settling against Jim in bed.
