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I remember waking up with the distinct notion that I was being pulled. I opened my eyes and looked over to see Booth tugging my arm. "Heyyy… there you are!" He smiled. "Good morning, sleepy head!"

I whimpered and pulled my hands over my eyes to shield them from the bright morning light that was penetrating through the window. "What time is it?" I groaned at him.

"It's eight… come on, Bones! Daylight's burning!" He said excitedly.

"That is impossible, Booth. The sun burns all the time, not just in the daylight." I corrected.

Booth laughed. "I didn't mean it like that! I meant that there's only so much of the day to enjoy!" He exclaimed.

I spread my fingers slightly to peek at him through my hands. "Booth, it's too early. Let me sleep a little longer." I groaned again and I rolled onto my side.

"Come on, Bones! You're always up with the sun! Every morning when I see you you're bright eyed like it's your favorite time of day." He pressured.

"That doesn't mean that I don't enjoy extra sleep on the weekends, Booth." I sighed. "Yes, for your information, I do sleep in on weekends when I don't have a case with you." I curled my arm over my head to block out more light.

Booth gasped. "Bones? Sleep in? Wow. Not something I ever thought I'd find out about you!" I felt his body drape over mine. He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back over to face him. "C'mon, Bones… lets go find you a bathing suit."

I opened my eyes slowly to find Booth looking at me with the biggest, cheesiest smile I had ever seen. Seeing such a big smile on his face made me unable to control my own facial muscles. I felt my mouth turned up in a smile of my own.

"There we go… You have such a beautiful smile, Bones." He reached out and brushed some hair off my forehead.

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. I still hadn't become used to the idea of being praised with sentimental compliments from Booth. "Okay." I said sleepily. "I'll do this for you today, Booth. But tomorrow I get to sleep until I decide to get up."

"I'll accept that. Now let's go! Breakfast is ready on the table." He said as he leaned down and kissed me.

"You made me breakfast?" I said eagerly. A bit more eagerly than I had anticipated.

He kissed me again softly and whispered, "I'd make breakfast for you every day if it was what you wanted."

The feel of his breath on my skin as he spoke was exquisite. I felt my heart start to beat faster at the closeness of him. He was so close I could smell the faint hint of his cologne and a smell that was simply, Booth. "I made pancakes. Huckleberry pancakes, Parker's favorite kind, so I hope you like them." He smiled and stood up.

"If Parker likes them, then I'm sure I will." I smiled back and stood up to get myself dressed for the day. I heard his footsteps retreat from the room and go to the kitchen.

It felt better than I ever thought it would, waking up with someone next to me. No, waking up with Booth next to me. I never believed that love, like the kind Booth always described, could ever exist. I was beginning to believe more and more every day, that it did. Booth opened up parts of me that I never thought were there. For years I believed that the heart was just a muscle that was required for the circulation of blood through the human body. I was beginning to believe that the heart also was where our true feelings came from. The way I could feel my heart warm up when Booth touched me. The way it would beat faster when Booth was near me.

The pain my heart felt when I broke Booth's heart that night after our appointment with Sweets last year, was unlike any pain I had ever experienced. For a moment I had wondered if I was having a heart attack. It took me a few seconds to come to the realization that it was the pain of hurting him. I never wanted to feel that kind of pain again. If my heart felt that horrible, I could only imagine the pain that Booth's heart felt during my rejection. More and more, every day, I realize how much I had been wrong when I told him I couldn't change. I had changed tremendously in the past year, and everybody around me seemed to notice it too. Booth was the reason I was changing, and I was grateful for the changes that had come so far. I never knew that loving somebody and being loved in return could ever feel this wonderful.

I pulled on my clothes and made my way to the kitchen, where Booth was putting cups of coffee on the table near our plates. He looked up at me with a bright smile and motioned for me to sit down. I sat down at the table with him and eyed the smiley face on my pancake. It was made with fresh berries. They were smaller than a blueberry and kind of purplish in color. I looked at Booth and couldn't help the smile that came. "Why is there a smiley face on my pancake?"

He pouted at me. "You don't like it? Parker loves it when I put smiley faces on his pancakes…" He explained.

I laughed lightly. "I didn't say I didn't like it, Booth. I just thought it was a bit strange." I proceeded to put a light coating of margarine on my pancakes and took a small bite. They were very good. The flavor the berries gave it was sweet, yet kind of sour taste at the same time. It was a marvelous mixture with the pancake. I don't remember a time in my life where I ever tasted pancakes that were so delicious. "These are very good, Booth!" I insisted.

"Thanks, Bones." He smiled. "I'm glad you like them."

"But…" I looked at the pancake, and then to our surroundings. We were at my apartment, not his. "Where did the berries come from? I didn't have any of those."

He looked at me with an amused expression on his face. "I went to the store earlier while you were still asleep."

"Oh… Well I must say that these are quite enjoyable. Thank you." I said as I took another bite.

He flashed me a mischievous grin. "I could make them for you every morning if you'd like."

I groaned at him. "Are you trying to make me gain weight, Booth? Because I like my body mass the way it is."

He laughed at me. "Pancakes for breakfast every morning will not make you fat! Now, hurry up with your breakfast so we can go shopping for that bathing suit." He scolded jokingly.

A/N: More FLUFF! I hope you liked it! For those of you who don't know what Huckleberries are… they are part of the blueberry family, but are quite a bit smaller, and are a little more bitter and sour than blueberries. They are so delicious! If you eat the bigger juicy ones, they are sweet, sour, and slightly bitter all at once and it's amazing! Huckleberry pancakes is a family favorite of everyone in my family, so I decided to rub myself off in this story a bit *wink*

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