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"I invited Dad over for dinner this Sunday." Pouring coffee into two mugs, she broke the news to Booth, "It's his birthday and I'd like to help him celebrate with the family. I told him he could bring his companion. It's time we met her anyway."

Taking one of the cups from her proffered hand, Booth carried it over to the counter and rapped his knuckles on the counter, "Okay you kids quit fooling around. We have to leave for daycare in fifteen minutes and we're leaving whether you're finished eating or not."

The kids scurrying to finish their pancakes, both of them stuffed their mouths and tried to chew.

Shaking his head, Booth complained, "Let's not choke, okay? Eat smaller bites. You can always take some pancakes with you."

Both children slowed down and smiled as their father shook his head once more, "You two . . ." Turning he complained to his wife, "Bones, I'm kind of pissed at Max right now. I'd rather not have him over to dinner right now."

"Booth, it's been two weeks." Glancing at the clock, Brennan walked over to the counter and poured coffee into two travel mugs, "Don't you think you've been angry long enough?"

Finishing his coffee, Booth grabbed two pancakes, placed some bacon on one and made a pancake sandwich. Placing the left over pancakes and bacon into a storage bag, he placed it in the fridge and took a travel mug from his wife, "There's no time limit when it comes to being angry with someone for doing something stupid especially when it comes to my kids. What I don't understand is why you aren't mad at him."

Helping Henry put his jacket on, Brennan picked up her purse and his backpack. "Because you were home and Max knew that Henry really wasn't alone . . . and because he called me and he apologized to me and to Henry and he said he'll never make the mistake of leaving our children alone again. I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt."

Booth, carrying Christine's backpack over his shoulder and his pancake sandwich in his left hand, opened the front door and shooed his family outside, closing the door behind him, "Okay, maybe two weeks is long enough to keep him away from the kids. The old Rhino can come over, but don't expect me to be nice to him. He may have you snowed, but not me."

Amused at Booth's attitude, Brennan opened the SUV back door and waited for her children to get inside the truck, "That's the spirit, Booth."

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