A/N: Hiya! Sorry for the delay folks! Extended business trip, company laptop...you know the drill. Who's excited? Christmas is finally over! Longest Christmas EVER. Anywho, here it is. The much discussed, very special Parker POV. He's very wise for a five year old. It's not a very plot-worthy chapter, but oh well. Parker's fun to write.

A/N 2: I think the email system is slowly starting to work! YAY! Plus I'm almost all caught up with reviews so hopefully you'll get those in the next four or five years. I want to thank you all for sticking with the last chapter (which I wasn't a fan of) and reviewing. You guys are great! So, enjoy my friends!

Pancakes. I get pancakes.

Parker Booth jumps from his bed and heads directly for his new dump truck. Pushing it across his floor a few times, he decides he wants pancakes more than he wants his truck, and abandons the toy.

He pads out of his bedroom and wanders down the hallway to his father's room.

"Daddy?" He says, pushing the door open. "Daddy!" He runs to the bed and finds no daddy.

Scrunching up his face in confusion, he decides to check the kitchen.

Maybe he's already making my pancakes!

He runs down the hallway and skids to a halt when he hears a snore come from the living room.

That sounds like Daddy.

Turning toward the living room, he sees his father's head just over the back of the couch. Parker tiptoes forward with a grin and rounds the couch.

What he finds surprises him.

Dr. Bones?

He stares at the sight in wonder.

Why are they sleeping on the couch? Daddy has a bed.

His father is sound asleep, sitting up on the couch with his partner curled up next to him, her head on his shoulder, his head resting against hers.

I want pancakes.

"Daddy?" Parker whispers as he walks around the coffee table to his father's side of the couch. He halts a few steps away.

"Daddy?" He says a little louder. He leans forward and pokes his father's shoulder. "DADDY" he almost shouts and watches as his daddy's eyes flutter.

"Are you awake, Daddy?" He asks innocently.

"I am now, bub," his father responds, his eyes opening all the way. Parker watches as his dad wakes up and immediately grins at the woman in his arms. He places a gentle kiss in her hair and raises his head to smile at his son.

Eww. Cooties.

"Daddy," he whispers again. "Can we have pancakes now?"

His daddy nods and brings a finger to his lips. Parker mimics the action with a smile and a nod. He watches as his father carefully lays Dr. Bones down on the couch and puts a blanket over her.

"Come on, bub." His daddy takes his hand and leads him away from the sleeping doctor.

"Why did you sleep on the couch, Daddy?" Parker asks as they enter the kitchen,

"Well, we didn't mean to do it, Parker. We were talking and we fell asleep," he replies softly while pulling out the pancake mix. "Now, would you like plain, boring ol' pancakes?" his daddy asks, pretending to yawn. "Or would you like chocolate chip pancakes?!"

Parker begins to jump up and down. "Chocolate chip! Chocolate chip!"

His dad chuckles and nods his head in agreement. "I thought you might say that," he says, picking him up and placing him on the counter.

"Don't forget to make some for Dr. Bones, Daddy."

"I won't, son."

Parker bites his lip in concentration as his daddy stirs together the pancake mix. "Is she your girlfriend now?"

He watches his father's face try to hide a smirk but fail. "I think she might be, buddy," he replies, giving him a sideways glance.

He places his little hand on his daddy's shoulder. "That's good. You laugh a lot with Dr. Bones."

"That's because Dr. Bones is funny." He pours some mix into the frying pan.

"She never played Candy Land before," he tells his dad, swiping a chocolate chip from the bag on the counter.

"No?" He quickly shakes his head. "Did you teach her?"

Parker nods his head. "She wanted to know where Candy Land was."

"What did you tell her?" His father asks, flipping a pancake in the air, and catching it in the frying pan.

Daddy's the coolest. I wanna do that.

He immediately claps. "Cool! Do it again!" His dad repeats the action with another pancake, and he giggles.

"So, where is Candy Land, my smart little boy?"

He smiles widely. "I told her it was near Heaven."

His father turns to look at him.

Daddy looks scared.

"What did she say to that?"

Parker shrugs one shoulder. "She said that it sounded right."

His daddy grins at him placing pancakes on a plate and turns back to the frying pan to make more.

"Do you think she missed her mommy and daddy?"

"Well, Parker, I think she'll always miss her mommy and daddy. And that's okay," his daddy tells him while flipping. "But I think you did a really good job of making her happy."

He and his father smile at each other. "You did too, Daddy."

"Thanks bud." He responds, putting more pancakes on a plate and turning to look at him. "Now, your pancakes will be ready in a second, so why don't you go wash your hands?"

"Okay, Daddy." Parker quickly places his arms around his father's neck to be put on the floor. His daddy leans in and gives him a quick kiss before placing him on the ground. "I'll be right back!"

Parker runs off to the bathroom, washing his hands in record time.

Dr. Bones needs to wake up if she wants pancakes. Daddy'll eat them all.

"Dr. Bones?" Parker says in soft voice as he approaches the couch. "Dr. Bones, Daddy's making pancakes."

He watches as his daddy's partner and might-be girlfriend opens her eyes, and immediately looks shocked to see him. "Parker?"

He gives her his daddy's patented charm smile. "Come on, Dr. Bones. Daddy's making pancakes and if we don't hurry, he'll eat them all without us." He reaches down to grab her hand.

She smiles at him weakly and pulls herself off the couch, following him.

"They're chocolate chip," he tells her. "They're my favorite!" He drags her to the dining room. "Sit down. I'll go tell Daddy we're ready!" She nods at him mutely and he runs off to the kitchen.

"Daddy, I woke up Dr. Bones."

"You did?" His daddy asks, looking at him while pulling the syrup out of the pantry.

Daddy looks scared again.

"Uh huh."

"Where is she now, Parker?"

"She's in the dining room, Daddy," he replies with a confused expression.

Where else would she be?

"Oh. Good. Well, why don't you take the syrup to the table and I'll be in with everything else in two seconds, okay?" His daddy says, stooping down to hand him the syrup.

He nods enthusiastically and returns to the dining room.

"Daddy's coming with the pancakes," he tells her as he hops on his chair. She nods and then returns her gaze to her lap. "Dr. Bones, are you sad?"

She looks up at him. "No, Parker. I'm not sad."

"You look sad." She shakes her head.

"Dr. Bones isn't sad, son. She's worried that if she keeps eating with us, she's gonna get fat," his daddy says entering the room with a platter. Parker giggles, noticing his daddy and Dr. Bones lock eyes. "No, we agreed. No panicking."

Parker watches Dr. Bones slowly start to smile and nod her head. His daddy gives her a wide smile and it's infectious. He slowly starts to smile too.

Dr. Bones makes Daddy smile.

"What's panicking?" Parker asks as his daddy places a few pancakes on a plate.

"It's like worrying, Parker. You know what worry means, right?" Dr. Bones tells him and he nods.

"Why are you worrying, Dr. Bones?" Parker grins as his daddy hands him a short stack.

"She was worried that we might not want her here," his daddy answers, giving Dr. Bones a pointed stare.

"That's silly Dr. Bones. You're fun to play with! And now you're Daddy's girlfriend so you have to be here," he tells her, tearing apart a pancake with his hands.

Why are her cheeks turning red?

"And daddy's chocolate chip pancakes are the best."

He watches as his dad smiles at her, handing her a plate of pancakes as well. "And you said you were gonna teach me spinach," Parker adds.

"Spanish," she whispers across the table.

"Spanish," he corrects himself, shoving a piece of pancake in his mouth.

"Oh really?" His daddy asks, giving her a look.

"He wants to learn, Booth."

"Yeah, Daddy. Dr. Bones says it's good I wanna learn. She says I can be a squint!"

"BONES!"

The end sort of had a "Lucy, you got some 'splainin' to do" feel to it, didn't it? Ah, the good times. I know, pancakes take a whole lot longer to make, but I took some artistic license with that. Anyway, that would be the natural conclusion of the story. But I hate to be conventional, so I'll attempt to churn out an epilogue for my loyal readers because you guys are the best. Hope it doesn't ruin everything! You guys let me know what you think.