This is going to be the last chapter for this part. I am going to start another.
Booth walked out into the hall. The sound of Angela crying filled the otherwise silent house. Booth moved slowly. More slowly then he normally would have. It was like time was standing still. Unmoving, like it was unable to go forward without her. Without her or their newborns. He could not tell them to save one but not the other two or the boys without their mother. He needed them. He wanted them.
Booth had made his way to Angela. He had not even realized he was moving until he was next to her. Her back was up against the wall, head down and hair in her face. This was far from normal for Angela. She was normal happy, peppy. But not today. Not in a while. Everything had changed so much since Temperance had left Booth for cheating. She did not know if anything could go back to how it was. Either her best friend would live and have two new sons. Or she would live with one new son and have to grief for the other but the one thing she did not want to come to pass was her friend grieving for two lost babies. That was what she felt and worried about for Temperance. For Booth that was a different story.
With Booth there was more at risk. He could lose Temperance and have two new sons or he could lose temperance and one son or he could lose all three. Angela had seen how he had been when temperance left. What would he be like if he really lost her? Lost her and the babies? Would he step up for his other kids? Would he drown in self-pity? Would he do both? Step up yet at night turn into someone who had nothing left? A person whose heart had been ripped out and thrown away.
Too many things could go wrong. Booth placed his hand on Angela's arm lightly. Not saying a word. Neither of them spoke. Neither of them looked each other in the eye. How could they? They both loved her. One had taken her in when she was hurting and the other turned from her when she needed him the most. If his heart was breaking now, it would have been nothing compared to what she felt when he cheated. Turned to another woman's arms when she had been hurting and needed him most. Nothing could change that now. Nothing could back what he did. Angela finally looked up. "You are lucky." She said choking on her tears. "If this had not happend. I would have thrown you out of here." She said pulling away from his touch.
"You broke her heart. She was hurting. More then you are now." She spoke, calming down as she starting saying things she kept from him. "Every miscarriage you ran from her. She needed you. Needed you to held her. To tell her it was not her fault. To take care of her. But no. You ran back to Rebecca. You left your wife when she was hurting because you could not take it." She spoke getting closer to him.
Booth looked to Angela. The loving face he was used to seeing was not there. It was replaced by a face with anagry and pain. Helplessness and loyalty. "Do you think it was easy for me?" He almost hissed. "I watched her lose the babies. I could not take it any more. I was tired of it all. I needed to get away. I know the way I got away was wrong but it's over and done with. And I never stopped loving her." He spoke to his wifes best friend.
When all of this was being said James was in the room with temperance, doing everything he could to help her until they got her to the hospital. whitehall was just down the hall with the twins and the NICU team. They had gotten the first baby stable and out of the house. He was now on his way to the hospital. "MOVE!" James yelled as he held temperance in his arms. He had to get her down to the waiting squad that held the first born baby. Booth and Angela jumped out of the way, seeing the pale lifeless body of the one person they both loved more then anything.
The two friends stood and watched on as Brennan was rushed from the house. Just as James and Brennan were out of view Whitehall rushed out of a room, holding the baby in his arms, followed by other doctors. Neither knew what was happening or who was alright. Angela turned to Booth, forgetting all that had just been said. "You drive." Were the only words she spoke before racing down the stairs after them.