A/N: I'm so, so, so sorry this chapter took so long to get up. But I hope it was worth it. And I hope you all enjoy this final installment. I've really had fun working on this story.

Thank you to all who reviewed. It means a lot to me!

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As father and son shuffled around collecting Parker's things, Brennan remained in bed, pretending to be asleep. She would've been up by now, but she could hear Booth shushing the boy, warning him not to wake her.

When Booth reentered the bedroom, she listened carefully to his actions as she remained nearly motionless. Brennan smirked slightly, eyes still closed, as she heard him scrawl out a note and place it on the empty pillow beside her.

She could feel his presence next to her and she paid careful attention to her breathing, keeping it slow and even. When his hand came in contact with her cheek, brushing her hair out of her face, she had to work hard not to tense up beneath his touch.

But what surprised her most was when she felt his breath on her neck as he whispered a quiet, "Sweet dreams, Temperance," into her ear. Glad she didn't blush to give consciousness away; she remained still until she was certain that the pair had left.

Once the door had shut, she rolled over and picked up the single sheet of lined paper.

Bones-

Taking Parker back to Rebecca's. Be back soon.

Make yourself at home.

-Seeley

A bit intrigued by the fact he'd signed with his first name, she set the note back down before climbing out of the bed.

Returning to the bathroom, she changed back into her clothes from the night before, trying in vain to smooth out the wrinkles in her pants. After digging through the drawers, she pulled out a brush and ran it quickly through her slightly tangled hair before folding Booth's clothes and setting them on top of the dresser with the note.

After stalling as much as possible, she finally made her way through the living room and into the kitchen. After all, making him breakfast was the least she could do after what he'd done for her over the weekend.

When Booth returned, he was greeted with a smell that was a mixture of eggs, bacon, and toast. Shocked, he walked into the kitchen, surprised to find two plates of food sitting on the counter.

"You didn't have to…" He gestured at the meal.

"It was no problem."

As they began to eat, Brennan spoke. "So, what're we doing today?"

"I was, uh, thinking I'd let you go back to work today."

"No, it's fine. I'd like to see what you have in mind." Her partner averted his eyes, and she shook her head. "You didn't have anything planned for today, did you?"

"Honestly? I thought you'd jump at the chance to get back to work." Noticing that she looked a bit upset by answer, he continued. "But I can be spontaneous. We'll do something."

She nodded, putting a forkful of eggs in her mouth so she wouldn't have to reply.

The rest of the meal passed in relative silence, the only sound being Booth's voice, complimenting her cooking as a veiled apology for his earlier comment.

Afterwards, as he handed her a dish to dry, an idea struck him.

"A picnic."

Brennan stopped rubbing the plate with the towel, setting it down on the counter. "Excuse me?"

"We'll go to the park and have a picnic."

"You're kidding, right?"

"No."

She smiled. "You know this means you'll have to sit on the ground, right?"

"I think I'll live."

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A couple hours later, after some food preparation and a quick stop by Brennan's apartment for a change of clothes, they found themselves seated on an old blanket from Booth's place, laid out across a sunny area of the park.

Brennan sat, picking at a sandwich as her partner lay beside her, staring up into the sky. He reached up and tugged on her shoulder, pulling her down to lie beside him. After a moment of silence, Brennan spoke.

"What exactly are we doing, Booth?"

"Looking for shapes in the clouds." He stated simply, and Brennan laughed slightly. "What, haven't you ever done this before?"

"Not since I was five."

"Well, we're gonna reawaken your imagination. See that, there?" Booth asked, pointing. "That's a frog."

All she saw was a mass of white. "What?"

He scooted closer to her side, pointing at the cloud again. "That's the head right there. See that?"

The more she stared, the shape started to form. "I… think so."

"And those are the legs."

Finally, she could make out the figure of a fluffy white frog floating in the sky. "I see it."

"Good. Now you find something."

She stared at the array of clouds above her, struggling to see a shape in the clumps of water vapor. After a minute of searching, she proclaimed lamely, "I can't find anything."

"Come on, Bones. Where's your creativity? Okay, pick a cloud." He hesitated for a moment, giving her a chance to find one. "Now stare at it."

After nearly no time had passed, his partner spoke impatiently. "I still don't see anything."

"Just keep looking at it. You'll see."

Brennan stared intently at the cloud, waiting. Sure enough, it seemed to morph right before her eyes, a shape becoming clear.

Rather than looking at the sky, Booth had been watching her, and saw when the look of realization passed over her face. "What do you see?"

A little self-conscious of her childish observation, she spoke somewhat quietly. "A… A snowman," she told him, pointing. "Right there."

"Very good, Bones. There may be some hope for your inner child yet."

He laughed, and after a moment, she joined in.

The spent the remainder of the afternoon gazing into the sky, the shapes they spotted becoming even more and more ridiculous and outlandish as the hours grew later. By the time the sky had darkened and the clouds had grown harder to find, all the visitors had left the park. Booth finally stood, extending a hand to his partner.

A bit curious as to his intentions, she took it and let him pull her to her feet. Without an explanation, he began to make his way across the grass. Brennan followed, hurrying to keep up. "Booth, wait!" He slowed, if only slightly. "Where are we going?"

Finally, he turned to face her, now walking backwards. "Where's your spontaneity?" She shot him a glare, and he gave in. "We're going right over there."

Her eyes followed the direction of his finger.

A play structure? That's where they were going?

Confusion growing, Brennan followed as the grass merged into bark chips and they stood at the base of a large play set. Booth sat down on a swing and looked expectantly towards his partner. She shook her head.

"Come on, Bones." He shot her one of his best charm smiles and saw her composure weaken. "Don't you miss swings?"

She gave a sigh of defeat, not having planned to put up much of a fight anyway, and sat down on the next swing. Satisfied, Booth began to pump his legs, having to bend them close to the swing as it approached the ground to keep from slowing him. Brennan mirrored his actions, their actions soon becoming a playful 'Who-Can-Swing-Higher' contest even without a word being spoken.

Booth turned to her, calling out, "Bet I can jump further than you."

"You sure about that?" And with that, Brennan deftly leapt from the swing, flying far forward. She landed on her feet, but the force of the jump tipped her forward and she landed on all-fours, lowering herself to a sitting position.

Impressed but not discouraged, Booth jumped from his swing, tumbling slightly less gracefully to the ground right beside her. He sat up, rubbing his bruised hip. "Tie?"

Brennan took a moment to examine their positions before agreeing. "Tie."

This time it was her who stood, helping him to his feet as he continued to nurse his wounded hip. They made their way back to the picnic spot, Brennan teasing him about being a sissy about his injury. The pair began packing up their things and loading them into Booth's SUV.

Once they had reached Brennan's apartment, Booth courteously walked her to the door. Before entering, she turned to her partner.

"Thank you, Booth. For this weekend. I had… a lot of fun."

He could tell that her gratitude was genuine from the look in her eyes.

Smiling, he answered, "I'm glad."

After a moment of uncertain hesitation, she raised herself up on her toes to kiss Booth lightly on the cheek. Remembering what he'd whispered to her earlier that morning, she smirked slightly as she pulled away. Entering her apartment, she turned back to him just before she shut the door, calling out to him,

"Sweet dreams, Seeley."

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End