A/N: So here's the next chapter. It's a little longer, and a bit sappy. I'm not sure how many more chapters this fic will be. One maybe two. Then the last one-shot (I'm sure ya'll have picked up on my pattern by now) and that'll be the end of this Trilogy. But no worries, I have big plans for my next fiction.

Oh, I took totally CL with this one by adding 'Robin' to the mix.

"I'm not sure about this," Tempe said, suddenly stopping in her tracks. Seeley turned back to his girlfriend and offered her a smile.

"It's a little to late for second thoughts," he told her, reaching out for her hand.

"But I can't, Booth," she said with a shake of her head, her hair slightly swaying from side to side. Seeley took a step toward her and wrapped his free arm around her slender waist.

"You can do it, Temperance," he told her, offering up her full name. "My parents are going to love you, just like I do."

"I'm not good with people, even you say that. What if I screw things up? What if they hate me? What if…" Booth quieted her with a kiss.

"Things will be fine. I'm going to be there with you every step of the way." Tempe nodded and then allowed Seeley to pull her toward the waiting cab. The drive helped put their bags into the truck, and Booth opened the door.

"I can't," Tempe began, again.

"You can."

XxXxX

"I forgot your mother's name," Tempe said, panic in her voice.

"Colleen," Seeley told her. "And my father is Bill, and my brother is Jared."

Tempe nodded. "Right. What about the foster child?"

"Robin. She's been with the family for almost three years now. You'll like her."

"Colleen, Bill, Jared and Robin. Right."

"Don't worry so much," Booth said, squeezing her hand. "Things will be fine."

XxXxX

Seeley and Tempe stood on the front porch of a large white house. "You ready?" he asked glancing over at her. Tempe swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat and then nodded. Seeley grabbed her hand and then pushed the door open. "Mom? Dad?" he called out. "It's me."

"Seeley!" A short, plump woman with short, silvery hair came out of the kitchen. She was wiping her hands with a dishtowel and then threw it over her shoulder. Seeley let go of Tempe's hand and stepped forward.

"Hey, Mom." Seeley hugged his mom, and then pulled back. He reached behind him and grabbed Tempe's hand, dragging her forward. "Mom, this is Temperance."

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Booth," Tempe said, holding out her hand and offering what she hoped was a friendly smile.

"None of that. Please call me Colleen. She's prettier than that picture you sent."

"You sent a picture?" Tempe questioned. Seeley was saved from answering when a tall gentleman came through the kitchen. The resemblance to Seeley was amazing, and Temp found herself looking from one to the other.

"Hey, Dad."

"Seeley. Wasn't excepting you this early," the older man said as the two embraced. "And this lovely lady has to be Dr. Brennan."

"Tempe, please," she asked, shaking the extended hand.

"Very nice to meet you, Tempe."

"I hope you two are hungry," Colleen said. "I've got some fresh vegetable soup on."

"Sounds great," Seeley said. "Just like us put our bags in the room."

"It's all ready for you," Colleen said. "Just come into the kitchen when you're through."

XxXxX

"I don't think they like me." Seeley looked over at Tempe who sat worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

"How can you say that?" he questioned. "You had them entranced while we ate. My mom loves you. And so does my dad." When he didn't see her face smooth out, he slide from his chair and knelt before her on the floor. "Listen to me, Bones. You have to loosen up. If you keep thinking my family hates you, then they will. They gave you a chance, and they like you. Now you have to give yourself a chance." He reached up and caressed her cheek. "Please?"

"Okay." Seeley smiled but any farther comments were cut off.

"Seeley!" They both heard the front door slam shut and footsteps through the hall. "Seeley, you're here!" Seeley stood just as a blur of a girl ran into the living room and flung herself in his arms.

"Hey there, Cupcake," he said, cause her to wrinkle up her nose.

"I hate that nickname, Seeley."

"I know." Seeley turned toward Tempe, his arm sliding around the younger girls waist. "Tempe, this is Robin. Robin."

"You're Dr. Temperance Brennan!" Tempe smiled at the girl.

"Please, Tempe."

"Oh my god, I can't believe you're sitting in my living room. I'm a huge fan. Would you sign my book? Please?"

"Sure," Tempe answered with a smile. Robin's smile grew and she jumped up and down in a way only a fifteen year old could.

"Great, I'll go get it." Robin smiled up at Seeley, then turned and ran out the room.

"Could have warned me," Tempe said quietly as Colleen walked into the room with a tray.

"Thought we could use some refreshments," she said.

"Mom, we just ate two hours ago," Seeley said.

"Can't have you two going hungry, now can I? And warned you about what?"

"When did Robin read Tempe's book?" Seeley asked.

"Oh, last time you can around she heard us talking about it. So after you left she just had to go out and get it." Colleen handed Tempe a glass of lemonade and continued. "Robin read it in just three days, and now we can't stop her from reading. We owe you a huge thank you."

"Here it is," Robin said, running back into the living room. She handed the book to Tempe and then held out a pen. Putting her glass down, Tempe took the book and opened it up to the front cover. "Is it true that you were in foster care too?"

"Robin," Seeley said, his voice low with warning.

"Sorry." Robin looked down at her feet.

"It's okay," Tempe said. "Yes, I was, but I didn't have a family nearly as good as the one you have."

"But you must have had something," Robin said. "After all, you are a world known anthropologist. Something must have made you determined." Tempe looked up from her signature at the young woman. Her face was hopeful and it pulled at Tempe's heart.

"I had…hope," she said. "It's taken me a long time to realize that, but that's what it was…what it is. I had some really bad things happen in my life. I've made mistakes and I've withheld myself from people- from my friends, but over the years I've learned that what makes me me, is what's inside. What are your dreams, Robin?"

"To be an artist," Robin said.

"What kind?" Tempe asked, flipping through the pages of the book.

"I'm not sure, but after reading your book I'm thinking about a forensic artist." Tempe circled the words – embrace what you can't do, believe in what you can­ – and then closed the book.

"That job is really hard," Tempe said. "It takes a lot of work."

"And a strong stomach," Seeley threw in.

"I know," Robin said. "But it would be using my talent for good."

"Why don't you come to the Jeffersonian for a visit," Tempe said.

"Really?"

"Sure. I'll give you a tour and introduce you to the forensic artist of my team."

"Can I Mama Colleen?" Robin asked, spinning around to face her foster mother.

"I don't see why not."

"Yes," Robin said, clapping her hands together.

Tempe handed back the book and said, "Maybe you can come stay with me for a weekend."

"Really?" The young woman's face lit up in hope- her eyes sparkling with delight.

"Sure," Colleen said. "That sounds like a great idea. It'll give you a little time with Seeley and Tempe."

"And you a weekend free, right, Mom?" Seeley teased.

"Well, maybe that too."

That wasn't too bad, right?