A/N: Takes place after the show. Six months after Tony and Angela's wedding.

Samantha and Hank were sitting at the kitchen table one morning. Hank was sitting in the chair and Sam was sitting across his lap. They were kissing. After a few minutes Hank pulled away.

"I really think we should tell your dad Sam." Hank said and Sam sighed. She ran her fingers through his hair.

"Hank, you don't know my dad like I do. I can't tell him that we're moving all the way across the country."

"You'll have to sometime." Samantha sighed again.

"Seattle is so far away."

"What about Angela? She could help us." Samantha shook her head.

"Angela's been like a mother to me since I was eleven, and now as my step-mother she may feel the same as dad."

"She was the voice of reason when we got married."

"Angela didn't want us to marry any more than dad did, but she told him we'd marry whether they liked it or not." When the kitchen door creaked, Samantha jumped up. Mona laughed as she walked in.

"It's alright Sam. What are you two lovebirds talking about?"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Samantha walked out as Angela walked in.

"What's wrong with her?" Angela asked motioning towards the door. Mona tossed her towel on the counter.

"Not a clue."

"How was your date last night?"

"Why is everybody asking about my date?" Mona asked angrily. Angela crossed her arms.

"What?"

"Tony asked me when I came down earlier." Angela's eyes grew wide.

"Tony's back?" Mona shook her head no.

"He's still on his jog." Angela sighed. Mona looked into her eyes. "Why?" She stared at her daughter. "Angela, you look terrible."

"Thanks Mother." Angela said sarcastically.

"No, I mean it." She put her hand against Angela's cheek. "You're burning up with fever. Are you alright?" Angela ran her hand over her matted hair.

"I'm fine. I ate something." Mona looked concerned.

"What'd you eat?" Angela shrugged. Mona shook her daughter. "Remember!" Angela shook of her mother.

"I'll be fine." Mona looked at her before walking into the other room. She stood in the living room and pulled the necklace off her neck and held it up. Dangling from the chain was a diamond ring. Mona clasped it in her hand before she walked out the door.

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In the kitchen, Angela poured herself a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice. She took one sip and dropped the glass on the table and ran to the bathroom. Dropping to her knees, she leaned over the stool and threw up. After a few minutes she stood on weak knees and walked up the stairs. She knocked on Jonathan's door. He was laying on his bed. There was a big decision in front of Jonathan. His dad offered him a job at his company, but Jonathan would have to quit college. He'd have his own branch of the documentary business in New York City. The only question is: what should he tell his mother?

"Come in." He said and the door opened. Angela walked in and sat at the foot of his bed.

"I wanted to make sure you're awake. Tony's taking us all for breakfast. He has a big announcement to make." Jonathan nodded.

'I'm ready mom." She smiled and tapped his leg.

"We haven't had a mother-son talk in a while."

"Oh no." Jonathan thought.

"How are you? How's school?"

"Both are fine mom." He sighed. "Mom, we've always been close. You don't have to pull the 'I need to be both mother and father routine.' Tony's here. He's been like a dad to me since I was eight years old." Angela nodded and stood up.

"I understand. Well he is your dad now. Even if it is step. We've been a family longer than I realized."

"I love you mom." Angela turned and smiled.

"I love you too Jonathan. Now as your mother, I say get up and come downstairs." She laughed and closed the door behind her. As she walked down the stairs. Tony walked in.

"Hi Angela." He walked over and kissed her forehead lightly.

"Hi Tony." She smiled that pearly white smile.

"Are you ready for breakfast?"

"Yeah." Tony frowned as he looked at his wife with a ball of matted blonde hair standing in her night gown and bathrobe.

"Are you sure?" She looked down and laughed.

"Oh, I'll be right down." Angela headed upstairs. From the look in Tony's eyes she could tell his news would change the rest of their lives. But so would hers.

TO BE CONTINUED