Baljeet awoke with his arms wrapped around his boyfriend in their shared bed at his house. Apparently, said boyfriend had already been up for a while because the second he'd opened his eyes, he softly said "Happy Birthday, 'Jeet" and placed fifteen soft kisses on the top of the birthday boy's head.

"Yes, thank you." the recipient shyly replied, burrowing his face deeper into his boyfriend's soft belly.

"So what do you wanna do today?"

"I am not sure. Do you have any suggestions?"

"I've got a couple, but a few of them involve not leaving this bed." he smirked.

"Buford..." Baljeet playfully warned. They had agreed to not get too physical now. They figured they'd be together forever so there'd always be time for that. Fighting against their hormones was tough at times, but they felt it was for the best. Besides, they wouldn't be able to deal with all of the hassles that would bring from the 'family'.

"I meant sleeping, dork. You've got a filthy mind. Guess that all comes with getting older."

"Ha. Ha. Well, I suppose it's time to get up and face the music."

"Not really how most people would react to their family on their birthday, but at this point, I'll take it."

They got up and got dressed and headed down to the kitchen where Buford's mother, Biffany, was cooking up a storm.

"Good morning, boys! And happy birthday, Bajeet! Breakfast is almost done, go ahead and make yourselves comfortable at the table."

She brought entrée after entrée to the table and before too long a feast was placed before them.

"Uh...Ma, you kind of overdid it on the food, didn'cha?"

"Hm, Oh no. We're expecting company." Just then, the doorbell rang. "See?" she giggled.

She walked back into the kitchen with The Flynn-Fletchers, Candace and Jeremy, and Isabella following behind her.

"Happy birthday, Baljeet!" they chimed as they made their way over to greet the couple. Baljeet was not dense enough to miss the presents each of them were holding. "Oh, you guys did not have to—Oof!" He was interrupted by a slight and subtle punch in the arm. The two of them made a deal as they were getting dressed this morning. Baljeet would accept any and all gifts, well-wishes, or anything of the sort with nothing but gratitude. Anything else, and well...there were to be consequences.

"I mean...thank you all very much." he said rubbing his arm. Everyone sat down and tucked into the banquet before them, falling into easy conversation. Once everyone was full, they all moved into the living room where they all gathered around to exchange gifts.

"This is from Linda and I," Lawrence proudly stated handing Baljeet an envelope. Baljeet opened it and found a key on a lanyard. "It's the key to our front door, we want you to know that you're always welcome."

Baljeet immediately began to tear up. Buford placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and pushed him towards speaking again.

"T-thank you both so much." He was then wrapped in a hug by the two adults.

"I guess we're next." Jeremy said, pulling a huge box towards the birthday boy. "This one's from me and Candace, to our little rockstar" Bajleet unwrapped a brand new cobalt blue acoustic guitar. "That comes with free guitar and vocal lessons. You've got a pretty good singing voice." Candace added.

Baljeet reeled at the fact that two of the leading pop artists right now were telling him he had talent, despite having known them for so long. He thanked them and began to pluck at the strings, loving every sound they made.

"Well, Phineas, Isabella and I all contributed towards your next gift. We hope you like it." Ferb said handing his present over to his roommate. It was another key. "We know you're not old enough for your license, but you should still have your own way of getting around, so we built you a scooter."

"You'll love it, Baljeet! It's got so many features and..."

"...and we hope you really enjoy it." Isabella said, quickly cutting off her boyfriend's imminent technobabble riddled speech, despite knowing that Baljeet would have more than likely understood it.

"Thanks, guys! Now I won't have to depend on everyone for rides! How thoughtful." He said hugging his three friends.

Just as Buford stepped forward to present his gift, there was a knock on the door. Biffany slowly rose not wanting to miss Baljeet's reaction to his gift, but her reaction to who was at the door was even more or a spectacle.

"Where is my son?" The woman plainly stated, eyes burning with a dull anger.

"Baljeet, I've been thinking a lot about what to get ya. I know you said not to make a fuss, but I wanted to 'cuz, ya mean a lot to me. So..." Buford was interrupted by the sounds of two screaming women at the front door. One was his mother, the other was...

Baljeet hopped up and ran to the front door, all happy feelings he was surrounded in evaporated the second he'd heard...that voice.

"Mother...what are you doing here?!" He demanded, pushing his way past an irate Biffany.

"I had come to see if you had come to your senses and were ready to stop this foolishness."

"Foolishness?!" he shrieked. Buford was about to step in, but his mother held him back. Biffany had a feeling they were about to witness something that needed to happen.

"Yes, foolishness. Isn't it enough that you killed your father? Now stop this immediately and come back. Now." She said grabbing his wrist. He snatched his arm back in a flash.

"I see what this is..." he almost whispered. Suddenly his eyes met his mother's and nothing but pure rage was coming from them. "Look, all my life. I've done everything...EVERYTHING...to please you both, to bring pride to the family. I would work myself into full on panics over making an A minus on a test. But it was never enough, so I worked harder. I thought that if I did...one day you'd actually love me." He balled his fists and swallowed hard. "But being here with these people, my true family, I've learned that I was losing my childhood and myself working myself so hard. I've learned that grades aren't everything and my talents lie in so many other places, and I've learned that love is not something that should have to be earned. When you care about someone, you can't help but give it away. You thought that you would come here and guilt me into coming back because you are now all alone and there's no one to blame for that but yourself. YOU threw me out. YOU made me feel as though I was not worth anything, as if I didn't deserve anyone or anything. This 'foolishness', as you call it, is who I am, and because you can't accept that and love me for who I am, you are not necessary. Goodbye Mother. I wish you happiness in your future, because you won't stop me from having mine."

With that, he slammed the door in the stunned Indian woman's face and took a deep breath to calm himself. He felt the adrenaline course through his veins. He didn't regret anything about what just took place, in fact, he felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He was brought out of own thoughts by the sound of a person clapping. Suddenly, the applause intensified. Baljeet turned and saw everyone that had gathered for his birthday standing and applauding. Some were even wiping away the stray tear. Buford rushed over and wrapped his thick arms around his boyfriend and squeezed...hard.

"That was awesome, 'Jeet." he whispered into his ear. Once he'd let go, Biffany took his place and, if possible, hugged him even tighter. She added a kiss to his forehead and ruffled his hair upon release. "I guess now is a good time to give you or gift." she said. She handed him a stack of papers. "Since the emancipation was made final last month, we thought it would be a good idea to ask if you wanted to become a Van Stomm...officially."

Baljeet read the forms, they were forms to request a legal name change. "B-but.."

"Don't worry," Buford winked. "It'll save us the hassle of changing it once we get married."

Baljeet just laughed. Everyone was looking on with concern, because he just wouldn't stop laughing.

"'Jeet?"

"I-I am sorry." he said catching his breath. "I just...I just cannot believe how my life has turned out. How lucky I am to know all of you. I would be more than happy to be a Van Stomm. It is as you say, just saving time for the future, right?"

"You betcha." he said, fist-bumping his giggling boyfriend.

Everyone wished Baljeet a happy birthday once again and the celebration continued late into the night.