In love with the most radiating woman he had ever met, a salvageable relationship with his son and the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on. Booth had it made. The last few months had definitely been a turning point in his life. He could still remember the violent shakes and nightly cold sweats that had all but come routine. The bitter, self-destructive man he had become was slowly seeping into every facet of his life and breaking down even the strongest woman who stood in his way to hell.

But that was then and this was now. Now he was a much different man. Some may say it takes the challenges of life to break and mold a good man but Booth knew the truth. It took a woman. A strong, independent woman who takes your breath away with her smile while at the same time breaking your balls with her defiance. Giving you reason to be a better man not because she asked but because that is what she deserves. Your best may not be good enough but at the end of the day if you played your cards right you might just get a chance to see that smile once more. A smile that could turn mountains into a mole hole without slight hesitation. A woman that had won his heart.

Pure heaven.

Leaning back on the couch, he couldn't help but smile at the surprisingly happy turn his life had taken. It had taken almost half a century but that little girl's smile was worth its weight in gold. He knew he had a long way to go to be the man his women deserved but mornings like this, when it was just the three of them he knew he would do whatever it took to be a tenth of that man.

Glancing up from his calloused hands a small, knowing smile filled his sight followed by a small projectile aimed directly for his head.

"Maggie!" He mockingly scoffed as he caught the block mid air, "What would your mother say if she knew you were abusing your father?" Father, the word rolled off his tongue so easily he jumped back in surprise. Shifting toward the father role had come almost instantly the second his eyes locked with her baby blues he hadn't even thought of the repercussions until now. He was a daddy, her daddy and the woman that had filled his dreams for the last five years was a mommy. A mommy to the same rambunctious, defiant child that was his little angel, a mix of two fractured sets of DNA that had created what was as close to perfection that he had ever seen. If this wasn't heaven he wasn't sure what was.

"Block!" The excited child squealed, watching as the bright red object bounced between her father's palms, "Da! Da! Block!"

Booth couldn't help the grin that seemed to etch its way into every second with his beautiful, angelic little girl. He couldn't put his finger on it but the innocence that filled her every movement pushed him to be her world. Little girls would grow up into young women who would look for a mate exactly like the only man of their dreams. And it was his role as her father to make sure no man ever came close in those angel eyes.

"That's right." He grinned, bursting with pride, "I am your daddy. I'll always be your daddy and you'll always be my Maggie Bear."

Eyes flicking up at the clock resting on the wall he knew if he did not wake up her mother he would be in for a great tongue lashing when she did wake. An hour, she had asked for only an hour to herself after breakfast but when he went in the bedroom he couldn't force himself to wake her from her blissful dream like state.

"Why don't you go wake up your mommy?" He smiled and waved her into the hallway, "Maybe if we are lucky we can get out of that icky museum tour she had planned."

Hesitantly the child stood, unsure if the man before her would be there when she got back. Vaguely she could remember a life without this man, an enigma that seemed to become her rock and while the fear was fleeting, she couldn't stand her life without him since.

"I'll be right here." He quietly soothed. Leaning down toward her he trailed his hand delicately down her fine locks, "You're my little girl. Wherever you need me, I'll be there. You are a Booth through and through, I could never leave you."

He knew his daughter probably did not understand what he was trying t convey but he could help but do everything in his power to pacify the doubt welling up in her eyes. Wrapping his large hands over her small frame he nestled her in tightly toward his chest than gracefully set her down as though she was glass.

With a nod, Maggie quickly released her grasp on his shirt and bolted toward her mother's bedroom unable to keep the infectious giggles from trailing down the hall in her wake.

"Good grief." He exclaimed on a rough expel, "I'm whipped."

A good whipped, he thought as he leaned back on the couch and thought long about how happy he had become in a few short months. A very good whipped indeed.

"Mommy!" The gleeful, blue eyed child chanted, tugging tightly at her mother's robe, "Mommy! Mommy! Mommmmm-"

"Maggie… please…" A groan came from the mound of blankets and sheets, silencing the child with a cool, collected shudder.

"Maggie bear, did you…"As soon as Booth walked into the bedroom he could tell there was certainly something wrong with his partner. Even though they had grown apart over the years, one thing he was sure of was her sleep schedule. He could set his clock by it, well what little she did sleep. But there she laid at quarter past ten, sprawled out covering the whole king sized bed with an increasing distinct green hue.

"I thought you said you were tired." The presumptuous laugh echoing each and every word caused Brennan's already unsettled nerves to tense, "It is almost the afternoon and you haven't done much more than crawl into bed after breakfast."

"Yeah… well…" Brennan slowly rolled toward offending mound now taking up half the bed, "maybe… maybe I didn't sleep well last night. Someone did keep me up until the wee hours of the morning."

She knew her excuse was weak but if she didn't stop his questions she knew they wouldn't have moved until she admitted everything, not just the fact that her stomach felt the need to be purged from her system. He was a man on a mission, determined to get answers at all cost. She knew she should have expected it from him but once again she was wrong, so horribly wrong.

"I know I didn't wear you out that much…" Leaning in, Booth couldn't help but snicker at his conquest, "We both know how bad… or good… it could have gotten."

"I'm fine… really I am." Brennan protested the soothing motions. "I am just a little sleepy is all."

"So you frequently spend Saturdays sleeping in and leaving Mags here all by herself?"

"No… I just… I think I am going to be sick." She yelped as she got up and made a mad dash toward the master bath.