A/N: Because I want to see this scene happen more than anything.
Circumnavigate
"You're in the ocean," she chided smilingly.
"Am not. I'm driving to Mexico. See?" Rigsby pushed the blue toy car south, trapping it with his index finger when it got to its destination. "We're now in Oaxaca. Bienvenida."
Grace peered down at the blank globe and shook her head. "You've just fallen into the Gulf of Mexico. Well done."
He waved her off. "Doesn't matter. I want to go there too, anyway. Okay, where to next?" He made little vrooming sounds as the miniature Hot Rod idled on the round surface.
"Okay," she grinned. "I wanna go to Venice. We have to go at least once before it sinks."
He looked up at her skeptically. "Am I going to get an earful for driving over the Atlantic Ocean? I don't see a ferry anywhere." His fingers coasted over the region in question, searching for a ferry and not finding one.
She shook her head. "The car's magic. It'll make it, no trouble."
Rigsby nodded and pointed the toy car northeast. "Okay. Venice. Going over the Atlantic Osssshuuuun…." he drew out as the car followed an upwards curve towards Europe, "….over Moroccoooo…" he passed the invisible African country, "…into the Mediterranean Sea aaaaaand," the car paused and he looked up in grinning victory, "we've arrived in the beautiful Italian city of Venice. Hope you brought flip flops. It's flooded. Again."
Grace gasped suddenly and grabbed his other hand, pressing into the warm expanse where Vietnam would have been.
"There," she breathed out in wonder. "Feel him?"
Still pressing the car gently against her, he fanned his hand across Vietnam and put his ear to Eurasia. Their little explorer kicked his daddy's hand and made him grin from ear to ear.
"Hi, baby," he murmured and kissed Eurasia. "Don't want to go to Venice? No problem. Southeast Asia it is."
He slid around the perfect sphere of Grace's tummy until his lips pressed into Vietnam. "Our boy likes the jungle," he whispered smilingly.
Grace's lower lip trembled as she watched Wayne pepper kisses on their little one's preferred destination on the invisible globe of her stomach. He set the little car aside and trapped the globe in his hands, holding their future between them.