Here is the next chapter. i typed it a while ago and didn't have the energy to edit it, i did to day because i have a free day from all the pressures of model building. I really sorry i haven't updated lately. i've bee so extremely busy, and procastinating. N-ways this is the ne chapter, and read and reaview...p.s sorry for any grammar errors. I hope you like it.

It was 8:43 am in Peru, Temperance had already showered and dressed. She was standing in her kitchen, leaning stiffly against the counter with a crease on her forehead. It was evident that she was thinking. It had been a month since Conner's confession. Though Conner did remember the words he had uttered in his near sleep, Temperance did and that threw her 'biological urges' relationship with Conner out the window. It became clear to her that Conner wasn't looking for a sexual partner, but a lover who would satisfy him both physically and emotionally. This realization made Tempe's aura change around Conner. She didn't want to urge his flirtations, which would eventually lead him to assume that they could elevate the status of their relationship to something more.

Today was another mundane, uneventful morning in Peru. Nothing in the morning news had captured Temperance's attention so she turned the television off. Her apartment was silent and still. No sound moved from room to room except for the rhythmic drops of the brewing coffee and Conner's soft snores. The kitchen suddenly went silent. The coffee had fully brewed. Reluctantly Temperance grabbed her Jeffersonian mug – a gift from her intern Zach – added two sugars and a little bit of cream. As she reached for the handle of the coffee pot, she groaned. 08:59 am. Conner would be up in less than a minute. As predicted Connor's alarm clock rang but did not produce annoying sound, instead a song from some random American radio station. The melody flowed through the apartment unable to be masked by Conner's groan as he walked to the bathroom.

Tempe knew he would wonder where she was, but the smell of freshly brewed coffee would inform him. Tempe listened closely and his feet touched the carpeted floor. She heard a soft thud and expected the radio to be turned off but no. Conner let the tune play on as he entered the bathroom, closed the door and turned on the shower. She simply stood there still leaning against the counter with her hands tightly wrapped around the white mug with blue print. She moved the mug closer and let herself have a moment of peace and quiet. The slow tune ended and was replaced by a new one.

The tune was more distinct. Involuntarily, she listened…

Too many shadows in my room
Too many hours in this midnight
Too many corners in my mind
So much to do to set my heart right

She sighed. It only took four lines from a song for Temperance to discover the pain, agony and confusion that had invaded her mind. There were too many shadows in her life, to many hours during midnight, endless corners in her mind and she had so much to do, to give her heart its wishes. Though she would never admit her gravitation towards Booth was the source of all this, Tempe continued to listen.

Oh it's taking so long I could be wrong, I could be ready
Oh but if I take my heart's advice
I should assume it's still unsteady
I am in repair, I am in repair

She finally let out a breath with his name, for the first time in months.

"Seeley."

It was now clear to her that the main reason she was immersed in this failed relationship with Conner was to forget about Seeley. Without knowing it, during the past 4 years Temperance submitted into string-less relationships. 'Satisfy my biological urges' had been her reason but it was an attempt to forget Booth. It worked until she closed her eyes. She dreamt of him endlessly. She dreamt of him dying, dreamt of them tangled in his sheets, on the kitchen floor, his couch and even his car. She couldn't erase him not matter how much she tried.

Temperance ignored the tune as she logically tried to find an explanation for her constant gravitation towards Booth. The shower was silent and Tempe again, reluctantly listed to the ending of the song.

Oh I'm never really ready, I'm never really ready
I'm in repair, I'm not together but I'm getting there
I'm in repair, I'm not together but I'm getting there

She was indeed in repair. From Booth? She wondered. It all made no logical sense but she accepted the fact that she was never really ready or never going to be ready to open her heart to Conner, or immerse herself in a relationship with him.

Angela was right, she thought sipping her now warm coffee. Temperance looked at her schedule for the Sunday morning, she had nothing important. She looked at her schedule again, for the previous checking if there were some errand she had pushed into Sunday. It then it hit her that she had forgotten to make the most important call of all.

….

Last night had been fun for Booth. It was the first time in years he felt like he was part of a family that accepted him for who he was. It hadn't been a problem in the past, but since he came back from war things had changed. It was the twins, they had turned five and it had been an eventful day. Booth of course couldn't skip the half decade celebration of his god children. He and Parker had vowed to help Michael set up the surprise circus themed party while the kids were at Mr. and Mrs. Booth's house. The party had gone well, despite Lea's constant whining about opening the presents and Seeley's need to cut the cake. The Saturday party had been successful. The props, inflatable slides and the toys had been cleared as soon as soon as the party ended by Parker, Booth and Michael upon Courtney's request. The only mess left was inside the house.

Even though he drowned himself with liquor the night before, Seeley still dreamt about her. He had been having the same dream for the past week…only with different endings. He thought that being in Michael and Courtney's company, or sleeping in their house would make his nightmares go away, but no. The familiar dream played in his head again only this time is more seemed real than before.

"I wish I could freeze time," Tempe said looking at me. I could see the pain in her eyes and something else, that looked like betrayal.

"It's illogical," I said using her own words against her. I needed her to smile at me one more before she returned to her room. It hadn't worked. She looked at me with glistening eyes.

"I know but…" her eyebrows gravitated towards each other and she released a sigh.

"I know what you mean," I answered her sweetly, taking her soft hands in mine. I squeezed them lightly and she drew the back of my hand to her lips. This wasn't the first time she had kissed my hand, but this kiss was different. It wasn't the usual peck dry; this kiss was slow sweet and tender. I felt her warmth breath on my hand then finally her lips. We looked at each other with such intensity and identified intimacy and love in each others eyes. Her iris was not thin, like when she was mad, but significantly dilated from my intoxicating scent. I felt something inside me melt, and the tension in my shoulders released. Her piercing blue eyes aroused me in ways they shouldn't have. We looked at each other only for a few seconds and it was enough to see for me to see at this very moment she lusted for me too.

"Wait for me," I said without a hoarse voice.

She hesitated. Opened her lips and sigh escaped. Persuasion was what she needed.

"I love you Bones." I expected her tell me that love is only a combination of chemicals produced by the body...or pull her hands out of mine. She softly grasped my hand tighter and looked at our intertwined fingers. "I need you in my life. This is it for me, you," I said bringing her hands to my lips, "…you are it for me," whispering words only meant for her. "You have hypnotized me Bones, heart body and soul. I can't leave without knowing how you feel about me."

She lifted her head slightly as if to meet my gaze.

"William…" his name hung heavily in the air.

"I know you might lo…"

"For some reason," she interrupted, "I… I can't stop thinking about you when I'm with him. I fantasize about you in … in ways I shouldn't Booth. I find you attractive and…and maybe it is a temporary infatuation; however I have a strong affection towards you. I am scared that…it tears me apart…that" she drew a shaky breath, "that you're leaving and neither of us know if…"

"I promise I will come back for you. I promise you Bones. I will…"

"I lo…"

Ring…Ring…Ring…Ring…Ring

Michael's house phone rang. Somehow through all the cleaning, eating the pizza and falling asleep on the couch Seeley forgot to remove the phone from underneath the cushion. The minute his hands landed on the receiver the phone went dead. Desperate to go to sleep again Booth tossed and turned for half an hour and finally closed his eyes. Few hours later, Booth woke up because of laughter that had erupted in the kitchen. Grumpily he got up from the couch, and his feet padded towards the smell of bacon. He entered the kitchen and saw everyone sitting around the table waiting for Michael to serve breakfast. The twins, Lea and Seeley, were sitting next to each other; Michael was pouring milk into Seeley's cup. Parker was sitting opposite the twins, his jaw stretching wide letting out a yawn.

"Uncle Booth," Lea greeted giggling at Booth's messy raven hair.

"Hey little munchkin," he walked over and kissed the top of her head, "You too bub," he ruffled Seeley's dirty blond locks.

"Morning Booth…Booth…Hey Dad."

"Good Morning," he said to Courtney, Michael and Parker as he took a seat next to his son.

"Did you sleep well Booth? I'm sorry the couch is not that comfort…" Courtney started apologizing.

"Don't worry about it Courtney…."

"You do know there is a free guest room right?" she answered flipping a pancake.

"Yeah but, some people forgot to wake me up last night," he answered giving accusing looks to Parker and Michael.

"Hey," they Michael and Parker answered in unison directed to different people.

"Darling," Michael walked over to Courtney resting the jar of milk on the counter, "We talked about this," he said taking the spatula from her hands, "You not are cooking."

"I was just trying to he…"

"I know you want to help but I don't want you to get tired this early in the morning," his hands were now in possession of the spatula. Michael gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "Go sit down and I'll finish making the pancakes."

Unwillingly, Courtney walked to her seat with her protruding stomach. She was now 8 months pregnant and about to deliver the baby in the next few weeks.

"So I'm not allowed to do anything now?" Courtney asked with frustration.

"Not until that baby comes, no," Michaels answered flipping the last batch of pancakes.

"Booth did you hear what he said?" her British accent was still evident.

"He does have a point," he said pouring orange juice into his glass, "You're in delicate condition right now Courtney and due possibly any minute."

"Delicate? I'm not delicate. I'm the one who is carrying a child in my stomach and you're calling me delicate?"

The hormones were taking over and Seeley knew that he was about to enter dangerous territory, and everyone was now watching with interest.

"Darling what Booth is saying is that…"

"I'm a delicate little flower?" she spat.

"No. He is just concerned about you. We don't want your ankles to be sore. Right?" Michael said looking at Booth for back up.

"Absolutely. You don't want to have swollen ankles. You need to rest and relax."

To Michael that seemed like a perfect answer, not an instigation to fighting, but not to his wife.

"Oh that's just bloody fantastic. You think I'm fat now don't you?" Her British accent became was thicker.

"Sweetheart no!"

"Nooo," Booth immediately answered choking on the orange juice.

"Not a chance." Parker piped in.

"Mommy, it's the baby in your tummy that's making you look fat," Lea contradicted and Seeley nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. Daddy said you look big because you have a baby in you tummy and when I aksed daddy if you had a baby growing in your butt he said babies only grow in the tummy."

"So you think I'm fat and have big buttocks!" Courtney accused her husband on the brink of tears.

"No. No sweetheart. I think you look absolute gorgeous," he said kneeling in front of her, "you're glowing and you look beautiful. I just don't want you to stress your back and feet. I want you to rest so you will be in less pain."

"But still think I look fat!" and down the tears came.

"Absolutely not sweetheart!"

"Temperance was absolutely right about you and Booth! You're such alpha males!"

Courtney got up from her seat, pushed her husband out of the way and walked as fast as she could with one hand resting on her swollen belly leaving a shocked audience behind her.

"Daddy why is mommy crying?" Lea asked with tears in her eyes.

"Lili mommy is just a little upset okay," Michael answered kissing her forehead, "She will be fine. I'm going to check on her. Okay Princess?"

She quietly nodded with threatening tears in her eyes. He gave her another kiss on the cheek before he exited the kitchen and headed for his bedroom.

"Oh Lili," Booth got up from his chair and kneeled in front of Lea, "Don't cry. You heard daddy. Mommy is gonna be just fine okay."

He wiped her falling tears. "Mommy is fine she is just a little upset that's all."

"Is it because I called her fat?" Lea asked. He was not trained to deal with little kids. How in hell was he going to wedge his way out of this one

"Is it because I called her fat too?" Seeley asked too, clearly confused.

"No, buddy. Mommy is just a little upset because she is having a baby," he explained.

"So does that mean she doesn't want to have a baby?" Seeley said.

"No. It's just that pregnant women have hormones and they…" as he began explaining Parker cut him off.

"Dad they are five. They have no freaking clue what hormones are."

"Park, what are honomes?" Lea asked. The mom is crying issue had taken the back seat.

"Hormones are things that wome…" Booth began to explain.

"Dad don't you think it's a little early to be having the hormones talk. They do have a freakin' clue what sex is?"

'You're rig…"

"Uncle Booth what is sex?" Lea asked.

"Park what is sex?" Seeley asked immediately after.

"Oh boy," Parker said as he saw Booth's eyes go as wide as a disc.

The twins looked at their uncle expecting an answer.

"Umm" Booth said getting up clearly uncomfortable with the turn their conversation had taken.

Ring Ring Ring Ringand he was saved by the phone. Booth turned his heals and reached for the phone that was resting on the kitchen counter.

"llo," he answered quickly with a cracking voice.

"Hello? Is the Francis residence?" the caller asked.

It was her. It was Temperance. His tongue couldn't move.

"Hello? Is Michael or Courtney home?" she asked again.

"Tem…Bones?" he managed to squeak out.

"Booth?"

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I hope you like it. nothing much really happens i know but i have to set up for the next chapter. Dont forget to review and tell me your thoughts.