Hey guys! Sorry this is late. Believe it or not I actually lost track of the days; I forgot it was Friday! Nonetheless, there are still 3 hrs left in Friday so I have managed to stick to my system. I apologize again to anyone who was waiting. Here it is though :)
It was just another day in the Hodgins household. Angela and Jack were both in bed, sleeping off a hard case at work. Jack's body spooned Angela's lean frame, his hand resting on the growing bump of her stomach. Soft snores filled the room and a soft rolling rain could be heard hitting the window.
Suddenly a loud clap of thunder sounded, rattling the window and waking up Angela. She looked over her shoulder and rolled her eyes, shaking her head. Her husband hadn't even moved a muscle. She tried to go back to sleep but nothing worked. Sighing loudly she removed Jack's hand from her stomach and he stirred a bit. She stood up and stretched. Her back had been bothering her a lot more in the second trimester of her pregnancy.
"Angie?" Jack called out just as she was about to exit the bedroom.
"Yes honey?"
"Where are you going?" he mumbled, sleepily.
She came back over to the bed, quickly kissing his lips, "I'll be right back. Go back to sleep."
"Okay," he sighed, resuming his snoring almost immediately.
Trying her hardest to be quiet, she went downstairs and into the kitchen, looking for something to satisfy her pregnancy cravings. Opening each and every cabinet as well as the refrigerator and freezer she finally settled on a peanut butter and egg salad sandwich. She grabbed all the materials she needed, humming to herself as she worked.
Jack awoke promptly at 10 o'clock, very glad that it was a Saturday. He took a deep breathe, his eyes still closed, expecting to smell Angie's shampoo and pursed his lips when he did not.
Looking with one eye he saw that the bed before him was empty. He sat up slowly, groaning as his neck cracked. He yawned and slowly pulled himself out of bed, not even bothering to put a robe on over his boxers.
He made his way down the stairs and peered his head into the kitchen. There was no Angela, but she had certainly made her presence there known, leaving an egg salad container and the peanut butter sitting on the counter.
Moving from one side of the kitchen to the next, he scanned the dining room and the office before finally getting to the living room where he could see Angela's robe draped over the end of the couch.
As he entered the room he saw Angela on her side conked out on the couch, a blanket from one of the spare bedrooms covering just her feet. He smiled, wondering if he should scare her or not before deciding that it could have unintended results for both Angela and the baby.
He knelt down next to her so that his face was level with hers and gently pressed a kiss to her forehead. She began to stir, slowly opening her eyes, smiling when she saw him.
"Jack," she whispered, kissing him sweetly.
They broke apart and she yawned as he pushed the loose strands of her curly locks back behind her ear.
"What time is it?" she asked, sitting up, moving over so that he could join her.
"Ten fifteen. What are you doing sleeping on the couch? Did I unknowingly do something wrong last night?" he asked raising his eyebrows.
She laughed, "Don't you think if you'd done something wrong, you'd be the one sleeping on the couch?" she asked, "Unless of course you're mean enough to sentence your pregnant wife to a night on a not so comfortable couch?" she teased.
He gasped, faking shock, "Of course not! So why did you sleep down here then Ange?"
"Oh the thunder woke me up and then I couldn't go back to sleep. So I came downstairs and realized I was hungry. After I finished my sandwich I decided to catch up on Grey's Anatomy since you never let me watch it when you're around." She shot him a look.
"What? I just don't think it's very realistic."
"It's a TV show honey; it isn't supposed to be realistic. Anyways, I must have fallen asleep during it."
He nodded, "And the blanket?"
"Oh I left it down here last night when we were watching that movie."
"Mmmm oh yeah you're going to be a lovely influence on our kid. I can see it now. 'Mommy, why do I have to put my toys away if you don't have to put your clothes away?'" he laughed.
She slapped his arm, "Shut up Hodgins. It's these damn pregnancy hormones; they're running the show right now. You know I'm not normally this messy."
"I know I know. So what would you like to do today beautiful?"
"I don't know about you, but my back is absolutely killing me. Wanna go get massages?" she asked, giving him the hurt, in pain look.
"That actually sounds amazing. How about you go take a shower and I'll call the masseuse? Maybe get some breakfast started?"
"Okay. Be right back."
"Take your time, we've got all day," he called as she practically skipped up the stairs.
Just as he was about to scramble up some eggs, his cell phone rang. Spinning in a circle, he struggled to locate it. "Where is the damn thing?" Finally he found it hiding behind the peanut butter.
"Hello? Are you serious Booth? Me and Angie were gonna go get massages. Yeah we'll be there soon, just gotta stop and grab some breakfast to go from the diner. Alright bye."
He sighed. Once again perfectly good plans were ruined by a murder case. Dragging his feet he went upstairs and into the master bathroom, where the water was still running, steam covering the mirrors.
"Angie?"
"Yeah?" she replied, poking her head out of the shower stall.
"Change of plans. Booth just called, they need us at work."
She groaned, "Seriously? Well this just sucks."
"I know, but murder is murder. I'm gonna order breakfast from the diner to pick up along the way. Do you want your usual?"
"Yeah that's fine. I'll be out in a second, unless of course you want to join me…" she said with a gleam in her eye.
"You know I'd love to babe but duty calls." He smirked as she put her head back in the shower.
"You act like you're some big badass FBI agent. You're only the bug and slime guy honey."
"Yeah but I'm your bug and slime guy," he smiled.
She poked her head out again, "You are so right." She leaned out to kiss him, allowing his tongue access. She sighed quietly. Kissing Jack Hodgins never got old. "Ok out. I need to finish my shower and I can't concentrate properly with you standing there. I feel like any second you're gonna jump my bones, not that I would mind that of course, but as you said, 'Duty calls.'"
"How much do you need to concentrate to take a shower Angie?" he teased, laughing when she splashed water at him. "You missed!"
"Honey, if you don't get out right now, I will withhold sex tonight."
He gasped, "You wouldn't."
"Wanna make a bet?" she called out.
"No. Alright you win, I'm leaving now."
She heard the door open and close and giggled softly, "If only he knew how much I bluff. Me, withhold sex? HA!" She laughed again, shaking her head.
A/N: Just a little scene with them at home. We never really get to see much into their home lives so I'd thought I'd give everyone a taste on how it might go. They really are fun to write, even though I can never quite get what is in my head down in words. Next up? Who knows. I actually haven't decided yet so I suppose we'll all see. Reviews are lovely as usual! :D
