57. Morose
Brennan stepped outside, smiling as Booth immediately looked up to grin at her.
"Where are Henry and Addie?"
"Hi, Mommy!"
The excited squeal came from the treehouse where the faces of their two youngest appeared.
"Did you two finish your homework?"
"They're both done and ready for the weekend." Booth smiled, "Where's Christine?"
"Her room. She was silent and morose when I picked her up, I think she's still mad at us."
"I don't want her at a senior party, Bones, she only started high school last month."
"I agree, Booth, however, I also know what it's like to not fit in, I don't want Christine to ever feel like I felt."
"Is Michael going?"
"If Christine goes. All her friends are going also. I'm willing to let her attend as long as she's home by eleven and doesn't drink any alcohol. I trust her, Booth."
"So do I." Booth paused smiling before adding, "Chris, stop lurking."
"I wasn't lurking."
"Then why were you hiding?"
"I wasn't."
"Whatever you say, pumpkin."
"So, can I go to the party, please? I'll be home by eleven, and no drinking."
"You stay by Michael the entire night, okay? And, your mother and I have to approve your outfit."
"Dadddd!"
"Christineeee."
"Fine."