Thank you for the great responses to the stories in this arc thus far, namely Mother's Day; Hodgins' Mother's Day Blues; and Booth and Hodgins' Father's Day. This is the final story in the arc and will be several chapters long. I hope you enjoy this one. Gregg.
Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters or franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
"So are you ready for the big day?" Booth joked with Hodgins down in the Man Cave.
"Huh?" Hodgins wrenched his attention away from the mammoth plasma screen and focused on what Booth was asking. The man was a prince in Hodgins opinion sharing his man cave. His own man cave, while impressive, was not as geared up as this one. He'd brought up that fact with Angie right after Father's Day and she'd firmly said no to upgrading the Hodgins' Symbol of Manhood as he liked to think of his own Man Cave. Angie called it That Ridiculous Testosterone Infused Room. He was getting the serious impression that Angie didn't quite understand the beauty of a Man Cave.
"The Big Day, Hodgins," Booth said again. "Billy is arriving day after tomorrow."
Hodgins groaned. "Don't remind me," he half glared. "Three weeks! I have to spend three weeks with that psycho, and the worst part is I have to suffer through it even though I was so Da Man on Mother's Day! This sucks!"
"He behaved on Father's Day," Booth pointed out.
"Bullshit. He was racking up Brownie Points with Angie so he can really go to town on me this trip, and don't forget he snuck in that Tequila, too. He was just too afraid of being arrested for doing something illegal in front of you," Hodgins replied, utterly convinced of what he was spouting out. "Dude. I do not want anymore tattoos! I mean what's left? My back, my ass, and my dick! Add to that Angie swears anymore tattoos and I have to have them removed. Despite appearances, Dude, I don't handle pain well."
"Oh, I already knew that one," Booth assured him. "Everyone knows that."
Hodgins looked horrified. "How?" he demanded.
"Jumping behind me and shrieking like a girl when Billy said he had something for you on Father's Day was a pretty good indicator of your wimp factor," Booth assured him.
"Protecting the jewels is not being a wimp," Hodgins defended himself.
"Just admit it, Hodgins," Booth told him. "You're scared shitless of your Father-in-Law. So man up and let nature take its course."
"Dude! Tattoos on one's dick is not letting nature take its course!" Hodgins practically shouted. "I just want that nut bar arrested once and for all! He's mutilated me twice so far!"
"Two measly tattoos," Booth dismissed the tirade.
"Measly?" Hodgins about sprayed his beer everywhere. He yanked off his shirt and displayed his upper arms. "Your Kanji tattoos are measly, G-Man! These things are huge! I practically have to beg Angie to let me be on top since she gets all weirded out with her Dad's face looking down at her when we get busy! I love being on top! Have you ever seen her face in the throes of passion?"
"Hodgins!" Booth glared. "The only woman I want to see in the throes of passion is Bones! Angela is beautiful, don't get me wrong, but I don't see her in that way." He paused. "Besides, Bones would kick my ass."
Hodgins eyes lit up with glee. "So the Big, Bad, Special Forces guy is afraid of his girlfriend, huh?" he goaded.
"I said no such thing," Booth protested, while inside knowing that if push came to shove with all her martial arts training she could handle herself pretty evenly against him in hand to hand. If it was real he could win, but it wouldn't be pretty on either side.
"You're just as whipped as I am, but at least I can admit it," Hodgins laughed.
"I-" he started with a raised voice, but someone interrupted him.
"Booth I need you," Bones hollered down into the Man Cave.
"Coming, Bones!" Booth shot out of the chair and headed upstairs glaring at Hodgins along the way.
"Oh, he's not whipped," Hodgins chuckled sarcastically. "And I'm the Easter Bunny!"
That night Hodgins was eating dinner with Angela and he tried one last desperate bid to get out of three weeks with Billy. Naturally, it didn't fly.
"I just got a call this afternoon and have to leave town for a while for an emergency conference," he told her.
Angela raised her brow. She knew something was up. "Just how long is this emergency conference?" she asked.
"Oh, I should be back in about three and a half weeks," he told her.
Her other brow raised. "Just what is this conference about?"
"Proper identification of particulates in an investigation and they need the King of the Lab there to save the day, Baby," he told her, posing like he usually did when he mentioned King of the Lab. "Seems the guys running it are a bunch of losers who don't know squat. The conference is about to fall apart!"
"No," she told him simply.
"But Ange! This is important stuff!" he protested.
"And just where is this supposed conference?" she questioned.
"The Bahamas," Hodgins said the first place that came to mind.
"So this conference, which just so happens to occur during the entire time my Dad is going to be here, and is on an island paradise, needs you and only you to save it from being a colossal failure?" she asked sarcastically.
"Exactly!" Hodgins cringed when she put it that way. Of course he was lying his ass off, but he was a bit desperate. He had no illusions about three weeks with that psycho Billy.
"You will not be going to any conference in the Bahamas," Angela told him directly. "You will be here to spend time with my Dad. Got it?"
Hodgins nodded, his head hanging low. He was definitely going to be asking Booth for a gun again. He was going to be locked and loaded for when that nut Billy decided some more body art was in order.
"Now go change your son," she told him. "He's a bit stinky you know where and it's your turn."
"Yes, Dear," he said, taking their son from her. This just wasn't his day. First no reprieve from Billy and now dirty diapers.
A/N: Well there's the set up. I hope you enjoyed it. There will be a few more chapters for this story. Gregg.