kind of cheated on this one so let's all just pretend the word is cliffs instead of cliff.
-bones-
8. Cliff
"Booth, are you feeling—" ... "You're seasick."
"I'm fine, Bones, just wishing we would have flown to Paris rather than taking the ferry."
"But then we wouldn't have been able to see that. Come on, kids."
He watched as she led their daughter to the railing at the back of the ferry, their son resting on her hip, Parker at her side.
"The White Cliffs of Dover." Parker smiled.
"Cliff!" Henry shrieked playfully, reaching out to pat Parker's cheek with a giggle.
"Hopefully, if the weather remains clear, we should be able to see the cliffs from France, we might have to drive around until we can find the best spot though."
"Can we, Dad?"
"Sure, bud. Once we arrive in Calais we'll find somewhere to eat and then we can drive around to see if we can see the cliffs. We have six weeks to go wherever you guys want."
"Disneyland!" Christine squealed, bouncing in her place.
"Of course, Princess. You can't go to Paris without visiting Disneyland!"
"Well—"
"Bones. You can't go to Paris without visiting Disneyland. You also can't go to Paris and not expect romance."
"Booth—"
"No arguments, Bones, one night we're going out, just the two of us for a couple of hours and I am going to romance you. Parker has already agreed to babysit."
"Booth, Henry is barely two years old, Christine is only six, and Parker is only sixteen."
"Bones, Henry turned two in January, it is now July. And, Christine will behave for her big brother, won't you, baby?"
"Yep."
"Well, that settles it, Bones. You and I are having a date night in Paris."
"But—"
"But nothing. Now, let's go back to admiring the cliffs."