(In the future)

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The invitation came in a bright pink envelope and was addressed to Ms. Caroline Julian and Marcellus and Keith Miller. Surprised that he and his brother had been invited, Marcellus was quick to tell Caroline that they couldn't go to child's birthday party.

"And why not?' Caroline glared at the young man that she had taken under her wing two years earlier. "Christine Booth is my niece and you've been invited to her party along with your brother. Why do you want to disrespect her and me like that?"

Marcellus tried to use logic. "She isn't really your niece and she's seven years old. I don't think it's appropriate for a guy my age to go to a little girl's birthday party."

"Appropriate?" Caroline gave her foster son a baleful look. "What exactly do you think is going to happen at a seven-year old's birthday party?"

"Um . . . little girl stuff?" The teenager was clearly going to lose the argument, but he fought to the end. "Come on, Ms. Julian. I'm too old for party's like that."

Disappointed, Caroline shook her head. "Well, if you don't think it's important enough to go to my niece's birthday party then by all means don't go. Just because she came to your birthday party and gave you an Xbox One and some games I guess that doesn't mean you have to go to her party . . . That little girl wants you at her party along with your brother Keith, but if she isn't important . . . if I'm not important then by all means, stay home and play games on that really nice birthday present she gave you. I'm sure her parents will understand. I won't, but they might."

He knew he was trapped. "Well . . . um, I guess I can go, but I don't have any money for a present and it would be awful if I showed up and didn't have a present for her."

"Not a problem, Cher'." Caroline knew she had won. "I'll buy the gift and you and Keith can give it to her. She'll love it . . . just make sure you pay attention to the dress code. Everyone is supposed to wear pink. That means you and Keith too."

"Pink?" His voice almost squeaked as he grabbed the invitation from Caroline's hand and read it. "I don't own any pink clothes . . . no way . . ."

Caroline arched a brow and smiled. "Don't worry, I'll fix that little problem too. Just you and Keith be here on Saturday morning at ten and I'll drive us to the party."

Resigned that he was going to a child's party whether he wanted to go or not, Marcellus exhaled deeply. "Fine, but I bet Keith says he has to work."

"I don't think so, Cher'. I asked him what his work schedule was yesterday and he's off Saturday. He's going too and you're both going to pass a good time."

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Saturday came and Caroline and her foster sons were at the front door of the party girl a little early. Marcellus held a present for Christine while his brother glared at the back of Caroline's head.

Aware that the young men didn't want to go to the party, Caroline spoke before she knocked on the door. "Behave. This isn't going to kill you. I promise we won't stay for more than an hour."

Grateful for that Marcellus looked down at his pink t-shirt. "This is dumb."

Before Caroline could reply the door opened and Booth waved them in. "Hey, glad you could come. We have sandwiches and chili on the bar along with hamburgers, pizza and other stuff. Help yourself. We're going to have cake in a little while. If you aren't hungry yet, I'm grilling some steaks, vegetable kabobs and corn and the adults are going to eat at around 11:30.

Marcellus stared at Booth's bright pink shirt and smirked. "Nice shirt."

Amused, Booth laughed. "Thanks. Someday when you have kids, you'll understand. In the meantime, just relax. Be secure in your manhood. I am." Once his guests were in the house, he walked over to the kitchen to check on his wife. "Marcellus and Keith wore pink shirts. I didn't think they'd do it. Good for them."

Glad that all of their guests were wearing pink, Brennan smiled. "I will be happy when Christine moves out of this phase although you look very attractive in pink."

Booth practically preened. "Thanks. You look pretty good yourself." He admired the light pink cotton shirt with white lace collar and white pearl buttons. "In fact, you're beautiful."

Pleased with the compliment, Brennan picked up a pitcher of lemonade and pointed at the package of cups. "Thank you. Everyone is here except Aubrey. He called and said he's on the way."

"Good." Booth carried the cups over to the island and placed them next to the pitchers of ice tea and lemonade.

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Booth was outside checking on his grilled vegetable kabobs and the steaks he was doing for the adults. They planned to eat in a few minutes and he needed to make sure everything was ready.

"Hey, Booth. When do we eat?"

Booth turned to see his friend Aubrey standing behind him. The man was wearing a rose-colored cowboy shirt and black jeans. "In a couple of minutes. You can go tell everyone we're ready to eat while I carry the food to the picnic table . . . Nice shirt."

"Thanks." Aubrey ran his left hand down the front of his shirt. "I bought this for a singing competition in college. It still fits." He was proud of his physique. He worked out and he thought his body was just perfect. "Your shirt looks interesting."

His t-shirt was new and it fit Booth like a glove. "Bones found it in the same store she bought her shirt. I think it's a little tight, but Bones likes it, so what the hell." It did show off his muscles and that wasn't a bad thing when your wife had the hots for you.

The children had been eating since they had arrived, but the adults were waiting for what Booth had cooking on the barbeque pit. While the children played in the living room and in the backyard, the adults sat down to a delicious lunch. Marcellus and Keith had waited with Caroline for lunch, unwilling to eat hamburgers when steak was being offered. Once they had their plates in front of them, the young men waited for Booth to give a quick grace and then started eating.

Since their hour was up, Caroline glanced at her watch before she began to eat. "Oh Cher', I promised we would leave after we had been here for an hour. Do you and Marcellus want to leave now?"

His cheeks stuffed with steak, Keith shook his head. Marcellus was quick to shake his head too. "No, that would be rude. We're staying. We have to see the presents Christine got."

Barely keeping her laughter in, Caroline started to slice up her steak. "Vous etes si facile . . . Booth good as usual."

Acknowledging her compliment, Booth raised his empty fork. "Thanks."

After lunch was finished, everyone moved into the living room to watch Christine open her presents. So that Hank wouldn't feel left out, Brennan handed her son a small present and smiled. Excited the boy squealed and pawed at the wrapping paper while his mother helped him unwrap a stuffed toy tiger. "Tigga! . . . tank you." Grabbing the tiger from his mother, Hank moved over to where his father was and Booth picked him up. "Hey, a tiger for my Tiger."

In the meantime, Christine started unwrapping her presents, careful to thank each guest for the present before moving on to the next gift. Soon she got to a pink birthday bag with a white bow and when she opened it she squealed. "Oh, thank you Marcellus. Thank you, Keith." Christine held up a pink Treasure Keeper Steel Safe. "Look Daddy, I have a safe just like you do." So happy to get such a great present, she rushed over to where the Millers were standing and hugged each one. "Thank you."

Surprised that the child liked the toy, Marcellus hugged her back. "Well, I'm glad you like it. Keith and I knew that you wanted a safe just like your Daddy has and it's pink too."

Unable to stop herself, Caroline rolled her eyes and muttered. "Merde."

Christine raced over to where her father stood and held up her present so he could see it. Taking it from her, Booth studied the front of the safe. "This is real nice, Christine. I wonder how they knew that you wanted a safe."

Wisely, the girl laughed. "Because they're my friends, Daddy."

Keith ran his hand down his pink covered chest and nodded his head. "Damn straight."

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A/N: Pass a good time is Louisiana means have a good time or have fun. Vous etes si facile means you're so easy. Merde is a curse word.