This has been sitting on my computer for a while and I thought, what the heck! I'll post it! Suggestions are VERY welcome!

I don't own Bones

Set somewhere between season six and seven.

Plucked abruptly from his paperwork induced daydream with a slap of an envelope hitting his desk, Booth's eyes snapped up to the excited face of his partner.

"Bones! What the..."

"Booth, I have just done something uncharacteristically spontaneous and I am feeling a disparate combination of excitement, fear and apprehension." Her lip twitched in defiance of a smile, "I am also feeling quite... exhilarated."

Booth stood and moved hesitantly around to the front of his desk. Pulling a seat out for Brennan to sit on, he leaned back on the desk and sighed, "Bones, are you still mulling over that? I told you I didn't mean it as a bad thing."

"Booth! You said that I was 'completely rigid and the least impulsive person on the planet!' That... sounds like a bad trait to me." Booth cringed as his words were thrown back at him and silently cursed her uncanny recall of their every conversation - verbatim. They had had their first fight almost two days prior. It had been an accumulation of fatigue, lack of squint staff and a rapid insurgence of pregnancy hormones.

She continued with her stubborn edged apology, "Whilst I believe that it is impossible to quantify my spontaneity or lack thereof – your opinion does matter to me and it prompted some self reflection. I have come to the conclusion that you are, in part, correct." Booth's eyebrows went skyward, "I do maintain however, that structure and caution are essential to success but... a little spontaneity can be quite refreshing."

He nudged her knee affectionately with his and smiled in relief, "Good for you Bones. Good for you. So what'd you do? Take the long way here?" He jiggled his eyebrows playfully.

Ignoring his sarcasm, she smirked with a wily glint in her eyes gesturing to the envelope that she had previously tossed on his desk, "I think you will be suitably impressed."

Booth's smile went from playful to warm. It was this beautiful, excitable innocence that had him – hook line and sinker, head over heels in love with his partner. She was the most fiercely independent woman he knew but she had such a contrary naivety that it inadvertently brought out the white knight in him.

He chuckled as he slid his finger under the seal. She probably bought me a lottery ticket, he thought.

As a small pocket book slid out onto his open hand, Booth squinted as he read, "'The Little Book of Aussie Slang.' You gonna learn another language, Bones?"

"Australian English is hardly another language, Booth, but yes – I am studying Australian slang or strine."

"Why?"

She was positively bursting with anticipation, "If you examine the remaining contents of that envelope it may become clearer to you."

He dug in again, this time pulling out a document – letter-headed with a familiar flight company logo. His eyes went wide in shock as he flicked frantically through the pages, "No way! Bones! No way!"

She chuckled amusedly, "Way!"

"We're going on vacation? To Australia? But, you're pregnant!"

"Yes, Booth, I am pregnant, not grounded. I already have a letter from my GP stating that I am fit to fly."

His voice took on a boyish tone, "Bones! You got Parker a ticket too! Oh my God, Woman! I love you!"

Having read to his satisfaction, he threw the paper back to his desk, wrapped her in his arms and gave her a delighted jiggle hug. His grip faltered slightly as his thoughts caught up with him, "How are we all going to get time off with such short notice?"

"I have arranged it all and it's all been approved. I thought that Rebecca would object. As you know - she and Brent were going to take Parker away for the school vacation but she happily agreed when I told her it would be a good chance for you and him to spend some quality time together before the baby is born."

He tenderly held her face in his hand, "I love you so much Temperance. Did you know that?"

"Yes, and I: you."

After a quick peck on the lips, Brennan turned to leave. "See you at my place?"

Booth smiled contentedly, "Yeah."

Watching her walk away, he nodded and chuckled to himself, "Suitably impressed... more like blow out of my freaking mind!"

Please let me know if you want this to continue.

I intend on making very good use of that little slang book - any suggestions on how and MOST welcome!