A/N: It's been real interesting to read how many people think it's Booth's fault and how many blame Bones. Keep reading, all will be revealed.

Also, I love music just as much as I love television. I'm going to try this and you let me know if I should continue. Here's my musical recommendation (listen while you read) Chapter 3: "Home" by Daughtry. It's not a huge stretch. They play it on American Idol EVERY WEEK after Bones and no, the title of this story is not from the song.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. If I did I'd jump up like a huge nerd and yell "Ownage!" (Two points if you got the Veronica Mars reference)

Chapter 3 The Family Renunion (Sunday afternoon)

Temperance tapped her foot impatiently, her arms crossed below her chest and her eyes watching the nurse angrily. She was not accustomed to waiting and waiting in a hospital, to see her son, was infuriating.

"Bones!" The familiar call drew her attention and spared the nurse a long lecture.

She rushed down the hall to a waiting Booth and Parker, asking before she reached them, "Where's Sam? How is he? What's wrong?" Parker met her first, latching himself onto her legs, keeping her from approaching Booth.

"Slow down, Tempe. He's fine. We were almost back into the city and he complained of his arm hurting. We found a bite of some sort and came to check it out." Booth hoped to calm her, prevent a scene.

"I'm sorry Mommy." Temperance frowned at Booth and knelt slowly beside Parker. The boy's blonde hair was discheveled, as if he'd slept in the car. Temperance absently brushed loose dirt from his shirt which proudly identified him as a "Future Ranger." Booth gave him that shirt for Christmas last year. I bet Sam's wearing his matching one too. She turned her thoughts back to Parker.

"Why, Sweetie? You didn't do anything wrong." He hiccuped and a single, fat tear escaped down his cheek.

"It was the spider, from the terrarium, he let it out to count the legs. She bit him." Finally, Temperance understood her son's guilt and pulled him close again.

"It's not your fault, Parker. It's the spider's fault and we'll make sure she pays for biting Sam. Do you want me to kick her for you?" Parker giggled and Booth was surprised how again she managed to calm the boy, something he'd been able to do in the last hour.

"No, Mommy. We squished the spider already." She smiled lovingly at Parker and stood, stealing a sideways glance at Booth.

"Let's go see him, huh bub?"

"All of us?" The child asked, surprised.

"Yep, bub, all of us." Answered Booth, reaching for his son's other hand and leading the way to Sam's room.

Several hours later Booth succeeded in convincing Temperance to leave her car at the hospital and ride with him in the SUV. Exhausted and tired of arguing, Temperance agreed and the four drove home quietly, first stopping at a pharmacy to pick up Sam's medication.

Back at the house…..

Booth walked into the house holding a sleeping Sam. Home. Back where we belong. He thought, triumphantly. Holding the door open for Temperance she led a half-asleep Parker inside and upstairs to the boys' bedroom. Together they tucked in the boys, letting them forgo a much needed bath.

The children's room hadn't change since Booth left. The twin beds boasted matching Spiderman sheets and bright comforters. Bookshelfs overspilling with books and toys stood against one wall, a measuring chart hung behind the door.

Booth watched from the hall as Temperance tenderly perched on Sam's bed and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"Good night baby. Sleep tight and don't let any more bugs bite. Mommy's here." She whispered, unaware that Booth could hear every word.

Downstairs she watched Booth move around the kitchen with familiarity, putting away the leftover food from the camping trip, replacing the borrowed kitchen utensils.

"Seeley?" she called, suddenly unsure and fragile. He turned, surprised. "We could have lost him, just like Parker. Seeley, I can't lose him, any of my boys." She dissolved into tears and melted into his arms before he had a chance to respond.

"Temperance, this is nothing like what happened to Parker. Nothing like that. Sam will be just fine with the medication." She sniffled into his coat and he steered her to the couch. Once there he sat, drawing her onto his lap like a child.

"Baby, they're active boys. We can't shield them from every scraped knee, every bug bite. The spider wasn't poisonous. He just had a mild allergic reaction, that's all. Maybe we should cut back on the Spiderman movies though." Booth stroked her hair, wishing he could remove her lingering fear, give her the confidence she wanted.

"You're right." She admitted after several minutes of silence.

"What? I didn't hear you babe." He grinned as she playfully smacked his shoulder.

"Don't push your luck."

"Was that a successfully executed societal phrase I just heard? Will wonders never cease?"

"Stop." She commanded with laugh. "I'm sorry." She added softly.

There was no teasing in his voice now. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have assumed that you didn't want to go camping with us. It just thought it would be uncomfortable for you."

"Hey, Mr. Booth, I am a strong, independent woman who has travelled the world, slept on the ground before and did it all without you there to protect me."

"Yeah, but you didn't share a tent with two hyper boys intent on singing every camp song known to man."

She laughed again, "So they didn't share the candy I packed before you guys left?"

"What? No wonder they were so impossible. We came home early thanks to you." She shrugged at his mock indigination.

"Good, my plan worked." She smiled down at their interwoven fingers, watching him play with her ring.

"Why, I do say, Mrs. Booth, you are quite the sneak. And what, pray tell, did you plan to do with this extra time?"

"I sent Angela and Hodgins home. I'll leave the rest up to you." Booth's eyes darkened as he lifted his wife and carried her upstairs effortlessly.

END

A/N: Hope you liked it. If there was any doubt that this would be a BB story, you really need to check out chapter 14 of 'Breaking Down' I explain my writing philosophy there and it may prevent some anxiety on your part.

Besides trying to be more consistent with what I called Temperance/Bones/Brennan after my last story, I really didn't want to refer to her last name until I revealed they were married. For the record she took Brennan as her new middle name and Booth as her last name. Yes, some women in America do that when they get married.