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His caress a soothing balm, Brennan tried to relax as he moved the palm of his right hand gently up and down her arm, "It's alright Bones, really. I'll tear down the tree house tomorrow. You won't have to worry about it anymore. I don't want to see you cry like that again, not if I can help it."
Her hand clutching his shirt, Brennan opened her eyes and protested, "Booth, you don't have to tear the tree house down. It's . . . it's alright. It was just an accident, I know that. Henry wasn't being careful and . . . it was just an accident. Please don't tear down the tree house."
Surprised, Booth leaned over and stared into her tear filled eyes, "Bones, you were the one who told me you didn't want the tree house anymore. You demanded . . ."
Shaking her head, Brennan interrupted him, "I misspoke and I'm sorry. Seeing Henry screaming in pain . . . it was very upsetting . . . . The kids love the tree house, Booth. I don't want to deprive them of something they really enjoy. I was upset that's true, but it was just an accident and certainly not the fault of the tree house. Henry is twelve and he's a daredevil. Jumping from the treehouse with a sheet for a parachute was a terrible idea and he knows that now."
His hand still, Booth snorted, "Yeah, a broken leg will usually show you the reality of things. That was a pretty dumb stunt."
"The sight of our little boy on the ground, screaming in agony . . . " Brennan stopped and dashed her hand across her wet lashes, "I was so frightened. I shouldn't have yelled at you and demanded that the tree house be torn down. It wasn't fair to you. You didn't know Henry was going to do what he did. I was just being overly emotional and I'm sorry. I don't know what got over me."
Kissing her lightly on the lips, Booth smiled, "You're allowed to be upset when your son breaks his leg, Bones. You're a great Mom and you had a right to freak out. Believe me, it's normal for parents to freak out."
Certain that she didn't want to be considered normal or average, Brennan sniffed, "I'm not normal, Booth. I'm a scientist and the foremost forensic anthropologist in the world. I should have had better control of my emotions in an emergency."
Shaking his head, Booth protested, "Bones, you aren't a Vulcan. You're allowed to be emotional after seeing your boy screaming in pain. It didn't keep you from calling 911 and making sure he was okay while you waited for the ambulance. You did a great job of helping Henry and keeping our Christine calm. If you got mad at me and the treehouse afterward . . . well we both can take it."
Pulling him closer, Brennan kissed him, "I am sorry I yelled at you. I was secreting copious amounts of adrenaline and unfortunately you were caught in my emotional overload."
His lips brushing her lips, Booth murmured, "Mmm, that's alright. I might be secreting a little adrenaline right now. Want to help me with my overload."
Amused, Brennan kissed him, "I think I can do that, Booth."
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