Hello again my dear followers. I am sorry for the long break. My muse ran off and I had to find her. But she came back with the start of the new season. Just to let you all know, I hate Hannah but I will be writing some fics with her in them. they will be my take on what should happen.

I have also joined Twittter. if you would like to follow me. Go to my profile, i have the link up. I will post when I update there. I will also try to update every week with school and work hopefully working on my behalf. well, lets see were this new chapter take us.


Parker looked over to his father, an angry look in his dark brown eyes. Booth saw the look in his eyes not sure why he was hated so much but thinking about it, he thought it was because that he had not found him sooner

. "Parker, what's going on?" He asked looking to his son. He had nothing else to say or do. He had to wait until the doctors came to talk to him about his wife and the children he did not know she had been carrying.

The curly haired boy looked over to the man he use to look up to. Seeley had been his hero for as long as he could remember. He had wanted to grow up to be just like his father and of course bones. He wanted to be the two of them in one. He loved the work they both did but now, seeing how his father could hurt someone he claimed to love so much he was not longer sure that being like him was a good idea. He wanted to be someone that did not hurt the person he loved. He wanted to be a person that someone could trust and turn to when they needed a shoulder to cry on.

"You hurt her." he hissed an angry. "This is your entire fault."

Seeley looked to his first born. Sure he was not the son of his wife but that did not mean that he loved him less or differently than the children he had with her. "Parker..." he started when Brennan's doctor walked over. He was taking off his blood stained gloves. A nurse was beside him holding the chart. Stopping to toss the gloves into the bin near the front desk, he took the chart.

"Mr. Booth?" He asked standing in front of the family as they waited to hear what had happened with Brennan and the newborn twin boys.

Booth stood from where he sat on the cold, hard and very uncomfortable plastic chair.

"I'm Seeley Booth. My wife? How is my wife?" He spoke as he tried to keep his voice calm and even pitched. He did not need to give his children more reason to worry if they saw their father was not able to handle was going on around them. That he could not stay strong enough for them. The doctor looked to the man in front of them than the children behind him.

"Come with me." He spoke in a even tone, not allowing any sign of the news to seep into his words.

At this Booth thought the worse. Why would the doctor not say that Brennan was fine in front of the kids unless she was not fine at all. If she had not made it, he would not want to tell her children, that should be the father's job. That was not going to be easy. How was he going to tell their children that their mother was not going to come home. Seeley followed the doctor off to the side, away from the young ears that sat in the waiting room, waiting for their mother, for the woman who gave them life and everything they could ever ask for.

Now standing off to the side, away from his children, Booth looked up to the doctor who had worked on his wife and new born sons. "What happened to my wife?" He asked again, this time he did not hide the sound of pain or fright from his voice. He did not show that he could handle it, his children were not able to see them, he could show how scared, alone and helpless he felt.

James looked to the man before him. He had done this so many times in his thirty plus years as a doctor but the pained looks from the family never came easier. Some still huanted him at night as he lay in bed. This is one of the his job that he hated and that they did not tell you about in school. No one ever told him that the hurt filled eyes of the loved ones would huant him more then the death itself. "Mr. Booth, I am Doctor James Whitehall. I have been Temperance's doctor for the past eight months. Mrs. Hodgins had hiried me when your wife started showing signs of complactions." He spoke in a normal tone now, he was not trying to hide behind all of the medical langauge that would only make the man infront of his confused and looking for more answers.

"I know of what has happened between you and Mrs. Booth. And I am very sorry for everything you have gone through, though some of what you did I think is wrong. Four months after I started taking care of Mrs. Booth, I was asked to never speak to you about her or the babies health." He paused for moment, letting Seeley have time to understand everything that was just said.

Booth looked to the white tile floor hearing this. He knew that after what he had done, he did not deserve to be apart of her live any longer. But the babies were his just as much as they were hers. He did deserve to be in their lives. If they both made it saftly. James saw this look and knew that what he had just said hurt him a little.

"But she changed this two months ago. I am not sure why. I know she has not been in contact with you. But she had changed her will. Which I have a copy of..." James had not been able to finish his sentence as Booth let a soft sob.

"Temp...Temperance did not make it?" He questioned looking up. He needed to know. He needed to hear it again that his beloved wife was not coming home to him. Home to her children.


Well, I think I will end it at that for now. =] Review and get more.