A/N: Wow, I have never had the response to a chapter the way y'all responded to the last one. To Jaed…stop throwing fruit! I'm trying to make up for it, I swear. Yes, last chapter had a date discrepancy. I of course meant 1990, but as I did in my other fic, Little Miracles, I screwed up a timeline. Bad me. Anyway, now you all get your answer to the burning question…

"Temperance Brennan, will you marry me?" Temperance looked in shock at David. They had been going out for close to a year, but…to marry him? And what was she supposed to do in front of everyone. Would she be heartless to say no, or would it be worse to accept and break it off later? Temperance looked from David to Booth. He looked positively ill. Five words floated from the back of her mind…to me, you are perfect. He gave her Christmas, he gave her family back. He gave her everything she ever wanted, and expected nothing in return, except that she love him. And love him, she did. With all her heart. She turned her attention back to David.

"David, I'm sorry. I haven't been honest with you, or me."

"I knew it was more than a partnership. I knew there was more to it than that." David answered bitterly.

"Hey, don't accuse her of anything." Russ said in defense of his sister. Tempe stepped backwards toward Booth, and felt his hand on her shoulder. His support behind her meant everything.

"Well, I hope you're happy. You two deserve each other. That way you can't make anyone else miserable." David spat at Temperance and Booth. Tempe felt Booth's hand tighten on her shoulder. David turned and stomped off the bedroom to get his bag, then left the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

No one moved, the air tense in his wake. Angela opened her mouth to say something, and then shut it again. Finally, Matthew looked over the group, exasperated.

"Is anyone going to eat, or is this food going to get cold?"

The group was relieved that something had shoved the uncomfortable silence from the room. Everyone rushed to the kitchen to get their servings of pancakes. Booth stopped Temperance before she walked in to pick up the abandoned plate of food.

"Hey, are you okay?" he looked at her with relief and concern in his conflicted eyes. She looked up at him and smiled.

"You would think that I'd be upset, but I'm not. In fact, I'm fine."

"What made you turn him down?" he asked quietly.

"You." She smiled. Complete relief washed over his features as he pulled her into a hug. She put her arms around him and smiled. This was where she was supposed to be. She was meant to be in the arms of Seeley Booth, with her friends and family nearby.

"I have that much of an effect on you, huh?" he offered her his best charm smile.

"Of course. To me, you are perfect." She raised her head up to give him a kiss, but just before their lips made contact, a voice sounded from the kitchen.

"Tempe, hurry up, your food's getting cold." Booth groaned and let go of Temperance. He looked at her, noting the amused expression on her face.

"If I already didn't get along with your father, that would have pushed me over the edge."

"He only argues with the ones he likes Booth."

"Well then I wish he liked me a little less." He offered her a smile and they joined the others in the kitchen.

As breakfast wound down, Booth looked at the clock and cursed under his breath.

"I have to go. Rebecca's dropping Parker off at my place in an hour." The disappointed look on Tempe's face did not escape his notice, or Angela's.

"Well, you're going to have to bring him back here, because I brought over all of his Christmas gifts when we left your place last night. And he might want the stuff in his stocking too."

"Angela, he doesn't have a stocking at my place."

"Yeah, I noticed. That's why I bought him one." Booth looked at her curiously, then got up to examine the three stockings hanging over the fireplace. Names were embroidered on the front of each one: Temperance, Seeley and Parker. He grinned back at the artist.

"You're the best, you know that? Look, I'll be back in two hours. That should give me enough time to change and feed Parker." He pulled his keys from his pocket and tossed them in the air as he left the apartment. Tempe watched him go, and turned around to see everyone's amused expressions.

"What?"

"Took you long enough. You know, sometimes I think you two really are Mulder and Scully." Angela said.

"I don't know what that means."

"Of course you don't Sweetie. Now how's about you go make yourself beautiful for your hunky FBI agent, and we'll all start on making Christmas dinner." Angela began to pick up plates.

"Ange, what about your father? And Zach, don't you always see your family?"

"Sweetie, I hope it wasn't too presumptuous…I invited my dad to join us for dinner."

"And you're all my family too." Zach added. Tempe smiled at the group. Her family, both biological and adopted sat in her dining room, and they were all here for her.

"Thank you, all of you, and Merry Christmas."

A/N: There, are you happy now? David's gone and Temperance has professed her feelings for Booth. And don't worry, we aren't done yet. There's still the issue of the kiss that blows the other five recorded perfect kisses away.