Angela kneeled by the edge of the bathtub. She was in the bathroom across from her son's room. A few tears leaked out of her eyes as she looked down at the pregnancy test dropped on the white tiled floor. She hadn't wanted another baby, had she? With Jack losing all of his money to Pelant, she wasn't sure they could even afford one. Also, it's hard enough for them to juggle raising Michael Vincent and work as it is. Another baby would just complicate that. But then there's the new baby smell. That intoxicating, addicting, irresistible smell that even people who don't like children can't get enough of. And there's the first time a baby smiles, or laughs, or rolls over. There's rocking your child to sleep at night, comforting them when they cry. There are all of the perks of being a new parent that all of the money and joy in the world pale in comparison to.

She slowly stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She had lines forming in the corners of her eyes and on her forehead, but she had a sparkle in her eyes that made any inconsistency on her face insignificant. She wondered what a new baby could look like. Would Michael Vincent have a little sister to protect, or a little brother? Would he or she have Jack's big blue eyes, or his warming smile? Would their baby be a genius like Jack, or an artist like Angela? She shook the thoughts from her mind when she heard Michael crying from his room.

"What's the matter baby?" Angela asked Michael.

He replied as best he could, "My tower".

Angie looked down and saw that he had managed to knock down his lego tower.

"It's okay sweetie, we can build another one, but let's go get lunch first, okay?"

Michael Vincent looked up at his mother who he loved more than anyone and took her hand as they walked down the hallway towards the stairs.

Just as they were getting in the car, Angela's phone rang. She looked at the number and saw it was Temperance Brennan, her best friend and coworker at the Jeffersonian Institute.

Angela answered her phone, "hey sweetie, me and Michael Vincent are running out the door to the Royal Diner for lunch, wanna join us?'

"Sure, Angela. I'll meet you there. "

They hung up their phones and Angela figured out what to tell Brennan as she drove towards the diner.