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I have no idea why I did not put an author's note at the end of the last chapter. I meant to… I just… didn't. So here is last chapter's AN. I am well aware that the situation with Parker would never have happened like that in the real world. I had it play out the way it did to help move my story along. This is FICTION. Anyways, here is the next chapter.

Booth was cuddled with Temperance on the couch in their apartment. He had heard about what happened with Parker, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride when his fiancé stood up for his son. "Have I told you how great you are?" he asked her in a sickly sweet voice.

"No," Temperance smiled up at him and brought her lips to his. "But you can tell me now," she murmured against his lips.

Booth let out a contented sigh. This was all he needed for the rest of his life; her. Her and Parker and Ryan. This was perfect.

He lost track of time in her arms; until he heard, "get a room guys," coming from his youngest son.

"This is my room," Booth told Ryan, "my rent, my house, my room."

Ryan rolled his eyes and wheeled over towards the couch where his parents were pulling away from each other in an attempt to seem at least a little decent.

"Do you need something Ry?" Temperance asked her son, who had a look on his face that told her he needed to say something important. He had that same look when he totaled his car two weeks after his 16th birthday. She could only hope that this wasn't like that instance.

"When do you think I will be out of this chair?" he asked his mother specifically.

Temperance sighed. "I think that you have another month in the chair, and a good 3-5 months of physical therapy to regain the strength in your leg." She looked at her son quizzically, "why do you ask?"

Ryan looked at his parents, trying to think of the best way to break this to them. "You guys are aware that I am in need of a new college to call home."

Temperance and Booth both nodded, urging him to get on with his point.

"You also know that I have every intention of asking Elaina to marry me soon." When both Temperance and Booth gave him a blank stare, he sighed and just decided to blurt out what he was planning on saying in the first place. "I am highly considering going to LSU next quarter."

Both adults could do nothing but stare at their son. "LSU?" Booth squeaked.

Ryan nodded, "I figure it is a logical choice considering if Elaina and I do get married, one of us will have to transfer. Since I need to transfer anyways, I think that me going to LSU is a logical choice."

Temperance could not help but agree with Ryan. She nodded, "you are right," she assured him, and "you transferring to LSU is the most rational transaction here." She sighed, and Ryan could sense a but coming, "but," she said, "what will happen if you and Elaina don't get married?"

"Then I move on with my life in Louisiana," Ryan rationalized. He heard a deep sigh come from his mother. Something was wrong. "Mom," he asked her, "what's wrong?"

"Louisiana is really far away," Temperance told her son, trying to hide the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Damn, that's what having kids does to you."

"Oh mom," Ryan said moving his hand to grasp hers tight, "I'm 20 years old. It's time for me to get my own life. As much as I'd love to stay close to you and dad, I feel that LSU is right for me."

Temperance nodded. She knew Ryan was right, she just didn't want to let her baby grow up quite this fast.

"I'll let you two get back to what you were doing," he gave Booth an over exaggerated wink and left the room.

The second Ryan was out of sight, Booth pulled Temperance back into his embrace and began nuzzling her neck. "You really don't want Ryan to go to LSU, do you?" he asked as he kissed her neck.

"It's not that," Temperance argued, "it's just that he's my baby and when he's gone-" she couldn't even attempt to finish that thought.

Booth smiled sweetly at her, "perhaps when he's gone it means that it's time for us to consider adoption."

Temperance looked up at Booth, "you were serious about that?" she asked him.

"Of course," he replied, grinning from ear to ear, "there is nothing I would love more than a mini Bones running around."

"You do realize that the child would not actually be ours, he or she would be-"

"Bones," Booth laughed, "I was kidding." He kissed her on the lips, trying to hide his amused smile from her. "However, though the trademark Booth charm smile is genetic, I am positive I will be able to teach little Bones Jr. how to successfully pull it off." He said as he flashed her his big toothy grin.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next chapter will either be the solving of the Jaminson case, or the introduction of Dalton's scheme. You choose. They both will come eventually… I just don't know which one I want to write first. I have scenarios for both situations wherever they fall in the story; so just let me know which one you want to read first. Also remember to review this chapter.