Set in the late stages of the third month. Deals with the extreme morning sickness.

I know I said that Brennan and Angela got pregnant around the same time but Angela is a few weeks behind. She just mixed up the dates like a lot of expectant mothers and finds out how far along she actually is. I just wrote the first one chapter as a decoy so you could follow Angela's POV from when she thought she conceived.

Hodgins knocked on the bathroom door upon hearing his wife throw up. "Angie are you feeling alright?"

"What do you think?" Angela asked sounding annoyed with her husband's stupid question.

"Not good then. I've made you a ginger tea to help."

"Yeah like that is going to help this. It wasn't this bad with Michael."

"Maybe the doctor will tell us what is going on when we go later today."

"Urr, does that mean I have to leave the house?"

"Yes. Come on, we to see the baby for the first time."

"I suppose. I'm so tired that I can barely keep awake." She opened the door and rested her head on the door side. Hodgins handed her the tea and she took a sip. "Let me finish this and I'll grab my coat and go."

bxbxbxbxbxb

Angela lay back on the bed with her top bunched up under her bra with the technician waving the probe over her larger than should be stomach.

"Are you having any problems such as really bad morning sickness?" The technician asked.

"Yes. My morning sickness is worse than when it was when we had our first son." Angela answered. "Is there a reason for it?"

"You're having twins." The technician said and Hodgins fell out of his seat next to the bed.

"Twins?" Angela said sitting up looking at the screen and saw two very distinct shapes of 14-week-old fetuses. "Oh God."

Hodgins climbed back onto the seat and saw the screen as well. "Are you absolutely 100% certain?" He asked.

"I am certain, and I think I can tell the sex of one of the babies." The technician said. "Do you want to know?"

"Yes." Angela said a little too eagerly.

"It's a boy." said the technician. "I'm sorry I cannot quite make out the other baby because twin one is blocking the other baby's genitalia from every angle move the wand at."

"Awww." Angela complained. "But I'm happy that we found out one. At least we can figure out what to paint one half of the room."

"Twins?" Hodgins asked with his voice raising an octave. "Twins?"

"Obviously the news hasn't sunken in yet." The technician said smiling at the dumbfounded entomologist. "I see you are 14 weeks Mrs Montenegro-Hodgins."

"I thought I was 16 weeks." Angela said looking confused.

"You may have gotten your days mixed up. You're due around the 14th December." explained the technician.

"Wait so that means it wasn't the night in your office." Angela said to Hodgins.

"Twins." was all Hodgins said, not even paying attention to his wife.

"It must have been… oh God. The car, in the Jeffersonian parking lot."

"Twins."

So we have a miscalculated pregnancy, a shell-shocked Hodgins and a sexless twin. Who says Hodgela don't know how to throw a pregnancy. ;)