Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Hope it was filled with love of any kind, even if it was just taking a hot shower and watching Vine compilations in your jammies. Let's see how all of out favorite families celebrate this day of love. Enjoy!

Cam enters her kitchen to find all three of her sons already eating breakfast, some more awake than others. Tyler is bustling around making sure his brothers are okay before getting himself food. It's a hard habit to break, but he's gotten better since coming to live with them.

"Good morning," Cam says, hugging each of her sons on the way to the coffee maker.

"Morning, momma. Happy Valentine's Day," Jordan says.

"Thank you, bud. Happy Valentine's Day. Are you excited for your party at school today?"

"Yeah," Jordan nods. "Michael said he made a special valentine for Evie Greene. I think he has a crush on her."

"Oh, really?" Cam asks.

"Yeah; they always sit together on the carpet and during DEAR time."

"But just because he has a crush on a girl doesn't mean he's going to stop being your friend," Tyler interjects, knowing his little brother's feelings. "I remember when Xavier and Letty started dating. I felt so left out all the time, but we didn't stop being friends, we just hung out differently. Maybe that's what's going to happen with you and Michael. I mean you're still in soccer together, and no girls are there, right?"

"Yeah," Jordan shrugs. "I guess."

"Oh! Isaiah: if we're going to go to the store for flowers before I drop you off at school, we need to leave soon," Cam says to her son

"Ooo. Is it for Meh-lee-nah?" Tyler teases, stepping up to his brother, getting in his face.

"Shut up," Isaiah says, his red face the only clue that the flowers were intended for the girl in question.

"Zaya and Melina sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-," but before Jordan can finish a hand is slapped over his mouth and a struggle between the brothers starts, ending quickly when the younger of the two licks his older brother's hand, causing him to jump back in disgust.

"You are nasty, you know that?" Isaiah says, watching his little brother cackle with glee.

"Here, that's for flowers," Arastoo says, catching his family as they head out the door, handing his middle son a few bills which Isaiah stuffs into his wallet.

"They're for Melina," Jordan reports. "Zaya has a crush on her."

"I know," Arastoo nods.

"I still say girls are weird," Jordan says, gathering his coat and backpack.

"You think that now, but just wait until you find someone you love. It changes everything," Arastoo says, kissing Cam. "I'll see you guys later. Love you."

"Love you!" They all shout, the door muffling their voices.

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The shooting range echoed with guns going off in every station. Cops practicing, people in classes and even a few individuals just out for some fun filled the booths, and on the end, a couple stood, getting ready to take their turn.

She'd raided the 1920's exhibit again and brought the antique guns to meet him after work. Christine had gone to her friend Emma's house after school, and the girls were campaigning for a sleepover on a school night, and Hank was still at daycare, excited to watch a movie and play with Play-Doh, so the night was theirs.

He'd already wined and dined her the previous weekend; flowers, candles, sex, the whole nine yards. But tonight? This was a night to celebrate another holiday; their special tradition. A tradition that, save a few years due to pregnancies and small children, they'd never missed.

Once the group in front of them finishes, leaving with guns and hole-ridden targets, Booth and Brennan step up. While he gets their targets ready, Brennan sets out their guns and protective gear. Brennan shuts both of their phones off, they wouldn't be able to hear it anyway and smiles at her husband when he takes the pair of goggles she offers.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Booth," She says, kissing him.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Bones," he replies, putting headphones over his ears. "Top of the world, Ma!" He shouts, picking up the loaded weapon. He pulls the trigger and a rapid stream of bullets explodes from the barrel, hitting everything but the target. Classic and cool looking the guns were, accurate they were not.

"Top of the world!" Brennan echoes, taking her turn.

Everyone in the room come to see what they were doing, some marvel at the guns, wishing they could try, and others scoffed and walked away, irritated at the noise and disturbance of their concentration. But Brennan and Booth didn't care, they used up clip after clip of bullets, laughing and pretending they were in the mob.

As she takes another turn, Booth watched her, studying how her face lit up; the unabashed joy as she lets the bullets fly. She's just as beautiful as that first Valentine's Day all those years ago, but he thinks he may love her even more now than he did that day. And he loved her to infinity that day.

When the bullets were used up, Booth pulls out a pistol, similar to his issued firearm, and takes a few practice shots. When Brennan asks to try, he hands her the gun and, knowing she knows how to, helps her line up the shot. He's standing with his chest to her back, mouth at her ear.

"Don't hold it too tight, or you'll start to shake," Booth whispers, his hand wrapping over Brennan's on the gun's handle. "Do you see the bullseye?" When she nods, he smiles, "then take your shot." The gun goes off, Brennan recoiling slightly into him, the bullet hitting dead center.

"You're an amazing teacher," Brennan says, setting the gun down to grab his face and pull him in for a kiss.

"Your time is up," an annoyed voice says, breaking their kiss. When Booth sees the men before him, large with stomach's extending far over their belts, greasy faces, and dirty hair, he resists the urge to flip them off and instead huffs back at them.

"Yeah, yeah. We're going," Booth says, slamming their gear into the cases. "Happy Valentines Day!" He retorts to the men, knowing they were probably alone that night, and not going home to two amazing kids and a wonderful Squint of a wife. And for that he is grateful.

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The kitchen table was covered with pink paper, felt, glitter and glue. Markers had rolled off the table and under chairs, and YouTube videos shuffled through on an iPad propped up in its case near them. Currently, they were listening to the 'Voices of the Disney Parks' panel from the most recent D23 convention. Michael and Angela worked together to make valentines for the twenty-six kids in his class, and after most of the evening working, they were nearly done. Angela always preferred homemade cards as opposed to store bought ones, even when she was in school. It was a fun project she and Michael got to do together because as much as she loved him, Hodgin's artistic abilities stopped at stick figures.

"Okay," Angela says, adding her most recent creation into the pile, "looks like all we have left is Cody Warner, and-"

"I'll do Evie's," Michael quickly interjects.

"Okay," his mom says, suddenly suspicious of her son's sudden request. After a few more minutes of working in comfortable silence, Michael sighs loudly.

"What?" He asks, dropping his marker and looking at his mom.

"Nothing," Angela says, truly meaning it. She didn't want to dig if there was nothing to dig for.

"I just want to make hers special, okay?"

"Okay."

Angela pretends to continue working but actually watches her son. He writes a message on the inside in his best cursive, going very slowly over the penciled in words he'd done first with thin black marker. Michael then moves to the decorations. He folds the tissue paper into flowers like she showed him, and glues them onto the card just so. He taps the jar of glitter ever so carefully, sprinkling it in the right places, and finishes the card with a butterfly sticker in the corner.

"She likes butterflies," Michael says, smiling at his work.

"Well I think she's going to love it," Angela remarks, adding her last card to the pile and standing up. "I'm gonna grab the trash so we can clean this up, okay?"

"Okay," Michael nods.

The morning of Valentine's Day, Michael Hodgins shows up to school with a bag of Valentine's cards in his backpack. He'd dressed nicely for the day too: tan pants, a dark navy button-down shirt, grey suspenders, and his favorite black Converse Chuck Taylors. His mom had helped him style his hair so that it didn't fall in his eyes or stand up everywhere (he was his dad's son after all). His class party was first thing in the morning, and the class was broken up into groups that rotated between games, crafts, exchanging valentines, and eating food. Instead of sugary treats, the room mom's brought in breakfast foods and hot chocolate, which the entire class loved. The Valentine's Day Charlie Brown special played over the projector, and everyone was happy and content.

More than once, Michael caught Evie looking at him, and each time it made him blush. He heard her giggling with her friends, and when he looked over at her, she would smile as if she knew he was looking. Jordan teased him over it, but he didn't care. She looked beautiful in her pink flowy dress, like some magical fairy in a story, and she'd left her curly hair down so it hit her back like curls of confetti at a party, all bouncy and light.

He got caught up in looking at his own cards and trading candy with his friends, that Michael didn't see when Evie opened his card to her.

But when lunch came, and Evie traded her spot in line to stand next to him and take his hand, he knew she'd read it.