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When I woke the next morning, I made notice of the obvious warmth against my back and the arm slung around my waist. I turned my head to find my partner sound asleep beside me. I quickly moved out of his strong grasp, afraid that if I stayed in this position for too long I wouldn't be able to break from it later. I heard him rustle and snort and then mutter something. I turned my head to look at him.

"Booth?"

"Yeah?" I could hear him mumble, half asleep.

"Are you awake?" In the wake of the sun peaking in through the cracked curtain, his skin glistened. The shirt he'd worn when he went to bed was now on the floor and his bare chest was peaking out from under the covers. He had bed head that wasn't perfect but was just messy enough to be cute. I caught myself day dreaming about running my fingers through it when he sat up.

"I'm awake Bones. What time is it?" I looked at the clock.

"7:30" I said turning back to him. "Get up. Breakfast at Chef Mickey's started a half hour ago and we have reservations at 8." Booth stood up and scratched his chest. He looked confused.

"I had a shirt on when we went to bed last night, right?"

"Um, yeah." I said from my luggage bag. I was gathering my clothes for the day. Since we were taking a day off, I decided on the cami and shorts Angela insisted I wear for leisure time. "Why?"

"I must've gotten hot last night. I'm sorry Bones. I usually don't wear a shirt when I go to bed so I probably wasn't thinking when I took it off."

"It's okay Booth. You don't have to wear it just because you think it will be uncomfortable for me." Wait... Did I just say that? Hopefully he didn't catch the hopeful tone in my voice. I looked over at him. "I mean... unless it's uncomfortable for you." A quick save.

"I just... I wasn't sure." He said, pulling out his Guys and Dolls JR tee he got at Parker's school play. He pulled it over his head. I smiled and then quickly changed the subject.

"Well, you stole the covers last night. If you do it tonight, I'm kicking you out of my bed."

"Your bed?" He said raising an eyebrow.

"Yep. My bed. Do you need the bathroom? Because I need to brush my teeth get ready in private."

"No no. Go for it." He smiled.

Down at Chef Mickey's, I didn't think I'd seen so many kids in my life. It was like a daycare center with an all you can eat buffet. Once we found a table, we placed a 'reserved' sign on top of it so people knew the spot was taken. We, then, headed to the buffet.

"Mickey shaped waffles." I smiled grabbing two with the tongs and placing it on the plate. At the end of the buffet, there was the largest selection of candies, fruit toppings, whipped creams and sauces I had ever seen. About a dozen kids were piling on all the M&M's, whipped cream, and chocolate sprinkles they could find. I stared at it for a minute wondering how much damage the sweets would do to my figure. I didn't work this hard to maintain this weight for nothing...I looked at my partner. "Go for it?"

"Go for it." He confirmed, grabbed a spoon full of M&Ms and piled them on his pancakes. "I know I'll regret this later, but whats a vacation without sweets?"

"Sweets isn't here." I said, hoping he'd catch my sarcasm.

"Haha! You made a joke, Bones... Very... un-bonesy..." He said, touching the small of my back then quickly retreating. "Chocolate sprinkles?" He offered pulling out the ladle.

"Sure." I smiled while he poured them so delicately over the whipped topping.

"To the table?"

"Yeah, let's go." I said looking at my plate of waffles topped with whipped cream, strawberry syrup, rainbow M&Ms and chocolate sprinkles, cheesy eggs and grits. I grabbed a quick cup of coffee and followed Booth through the crowd to the table.

The park looked different when there wasn't the lingering smell of rotting corpse wafting through the air. Today, the sweet smell of waffle cones and sugar swirled around us. The buzz of tourists fluttered and for once, the sun decided to make an appearance. The warmth was baking my shoulders as I looked at Booth.

"So, what first?" I asked.

He pulled out a map of the park and looked down at it. He looked forward.

"If we go that way," He pointed. "There's Tomorrowland. How do you feel about roller coasters in the dark?"

"I don't know, Booth. But I guess I'll try it out once." I said. We headed to the spacey land of the "future" past Monsters Inc Laugh floor, Stitch's Great Escape and Buzz Lightyear's ride, towards the line for Space Mountain. Booth looked at the sign and sighed.

"45 minute wait. I guess it's a good time to talk."

"Gee Booth, don't hold back your excitement." I rolled my eyes and looked away.

"No it's not you. I just hate these lines. They should have games or something to keep you entertained."

"Is being with me not entertaining?"

"I didn't say that, Bones. Just sometimes when we 'talk' it turns into fighting."

I laughed. "We don't fight."

Booth smiled. "Sure we don't..."

We stopped at the end of the line about 2/3 of the way back. I looked at my partner.

"We don't fight Booth, bicker, maybe. But we don't fight. You don't want to get into a real fight with me..." I stated cockily. He chuckled.

"Let's not fight over whether we fight or not, okay?"

"Okay." I looked down and then back up at him. The sun his his dark brown hair perfectly, casting a bronze glow. "So how's Parker?" For lack of conversation, always bring up the children.

"He's good. His birthday's next week and I need to do something big. Rebecca always throws the biggest parties for him and, of course, never even tells me. Then my son asks me why I'm never there. This time I begged Rebecca to let me plan the party and I've got nothing. Goes to show how much I really know my son..." He sighed, looking behind me. I looked up to find his stare and brought it back up with my own.

"Hey, you're going to do something amazing for Parker. Anything you do for him will be amazing, cause he loves you. I know, from personal experience, how much that little boy loves you. You're an amazing father and any kid would be lucky to have you."

I saw him smile a half smile. "Thanks Bones. That means a lot to me." After Space Mountain, we decided to grab some lunch at the Space Bay Café where we battled about a dozen tourists for a table. We landed one next to a singing moon.

"This isn't creepy at all." I said, looking at the moon, as I sat down.

"We don't have to sit here." Booth said.

"It was the only table that was open Booth."

"Then we don't have to eat here. There's a great fish restaurant in Frontierland by The Haunted Mansion. After lunch, we could take a tour of the house where all our victims go when we lay them to rest." Booth smirked and gave me a playful, evil look.

"That's not funny Booth. And this is fine. I'll just sit here. Can you bring me a salad? Any kind of salad." I asked pulling my debit card out of my shot out his hand.

"I got it." He said.

"Booth, I can buy my own lunch."

"Business lunch. Let the government pay." I smiled and stuck my card back in my wallet.

"Good. So any kind of salad? Shall I call you with the choices or do you trust me?" he gave me his charm smile.

"I trust you." I gave him an honest-to-God answer. When he returned a good twenty three minutes later I sighed in relief. That damn mechanical moon man had been playing the same three songs over and over and I was about ready to go ask Booth for his gun so I could shoot myself.

"You know," he said when he approached the table. "I do like a woman who takes care of herself."he sat down across from me at the table. I took a bite of my Caesar salad that he brought me.

"Says the man biting into his very greasy burger."

"Hey." he said with a mouthful. "I didn't say I had to take care of myself. Besides, all this," he made a wave down his body. "Is just natural."

"I assume you have to work to maintain your muscle and weight. It does not come natural..." I smiled. "But at least the 'Cocky' on your belt buckle matches your personality." I joked.

Booth nodded. "Damn straight. How's the salad?"

"Big but good. How's your burger?"

"Greasy, but good." He smiled, taking another bite."So what shall we plan what to do next?"

I looked at him. "Well, I heard that the Monsters Inc Laugh floor was pretty good."

"Yeah? Where'd you hear that?"

"Couple of nice cheerleaders were sitting over there." I pointed to the table next to ours. "They're here from some cheer team in North Carolina and Texas. They said it was a hoot... whatever that means. I assume it's positive. Hey, did you know they have something called Cheerleading Worlds? Sounds like a lot of fun. Competing and stuff."

Booth smiled. "I never took up cheerleading in high school. But I can't argue with a guy who lifts hot girls in short skirts over their heads." That made me laugh

"I don't think that's why they're in it."

"Right Bones. They aren't in it for the mini skirts and hot girls." When we had finished, I could see the onset of rain clouds rolling in. I looked at Booth.

"I don't understand why they call Florida the sunshine state when all it does is rain here." We got to the Haunted Mansion just before the first drops of rain hit the pavement and made it undercover in just the nick of time. The man at the door of the Haunted Mansion frightened me when he opened the doors.

"Step in to the dead center of the room. Lets not keep them waiting..." He called out, filing us through a small hallway to a gathering room. There were about 11 of us in the room and I was feeling very claustrophobic. Paintings adorned the tops of the walls. Then doors shut, leaving us alone in the gathering room. A frightening voice came over the speaker saying something about the walls growing. The walls actually appeared to be stretching. Now, I am not usually the type of woman to get scared but I had always been a little skittish when it came to paranormal activity. It all was getting to me and I took Booth's hand, hoping he wouldn't notice the subtle gesture or the look of fear on my face. When the lights shut off and the crash of thunder struck, I turned and buried my face in Booth's shoulder. He laughed

"It's okay, baby." He whispered. I noted the term of endearment but didn't comment. "It's over Bones." He said lifting my head.

"I didn't like that at all, Booth." I gave him a glare when I could see him again, clearly.

"Well no turning back now, Bones. On forth to the house of the dead." The ride wasn't as scary as that gathering room. As a matter of fact, it was quite stupid and unrealistic. The whole time I was so close to my partner that I could smell his cologne. God it smelled amazing. I just wanted to nuzzle his neck right then and there. Anyways, at one point of the ride, just as we were laying backwards and descending, the car stopped, leaving us to lay there in the dark.

"What happened?" I whispered. And searched for his hand again. When I found it, he didn't make any objections as I threaded our fingers. I loved Booth's hands. They were so strong yet so gentle. I could feel the callouses from shooting his gun and it just reminded me of his bravery and loyalty. He squeezed back.

"I don't know." He whispered. I could smell that Listerine strip that he'd popped in his mouth after lunch. Just then, a voice came over a loudspeaker.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are sorry to inform you that the Haunted Mansion is experiencing technical difficulties. Please remain seated and we will get the ride on it's way as soon as possible."

"It seems to be broken." Booth whispered.

"I got that, thank you." I rolled my eyes and we sat in the darkness. I didn't let go of his hand. It must've been almost an hour that we'd been laying there, listening to the same announcement over and over. I decided to make things a bit more comfortable and adjusted myself so that I was pressed against Booth's chest. "So…"

"So…" he repeated. "What did you do with that… well you… my… stuff?"raised my eyebrows at his question.

"Your sperm?" I asked a little too loud.

"SHH! Bones, can we refrain from the S word please? There's children around."

"I'm sorry. I haven't done anything with your sssstuff… Wait that's an S word too."

"You can say that S word Bones."

"It's still at the clinic. Why?"

"I don't know. I was just looking for something to talk about." he shrugged. I let go of his hand.

"And that was the first thing that popped into your head?"

"Well I've been wondering it for a while now. Why didn't you use it?" I was silent for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to tell him I didn't use it because I wanted his baby the natural way. I was saved by the jolt of our car and the continuation of the ride. I didn't have to answer his question... for now.

The day had passed by too quickly. At 9:30 pm, Booth and I had bought some ice cream cones and found a spot of the curb on Main Street USA to watch the Parade of Lights.

"You know," He said as we sat down. "We don't have to stay for the fireworks if you don't want too. We can grab the shuttle and head back to the hotel before they start."

I looked at him and smiled, surprised he remembered that, "If you want to stay, we can stay. I'm not a little child anymore. I can handle fireworks." I chuckled. His arm brushed my shoulder and he draped an arm around me and pulled me closer to his chest.

"I don't care Bones. We see them every night from the Contemporary anyways."

"If you want to, Booth. Then we can leave." I smiled as he turned to watch the first float decked out in about a thousand strands of Christmas lights, make it's way down the road and the Parade music boomed over the speakers of the park. This was by far the best day of my life and for that I was thankful.

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