This is the last chapter, I tried to end it on a happy note, but with pregnancy loss there's not a whole lot you can do. Please review, I enjoy getting reviews even for my sad stories.
"Sweet little flower of heavenly birth, you were to sweet to bloom on earth."
Booth walked past Bones' office, glancing in; unsurprisingly Angela and Hodgins were on the couch sitting next to each other holding on to the other one while they cried. What did surprise him was that Bones was no longer in the room.
"Where are you Bones?" Booth muttered to himself, "You couldn't have finished the autopsy by now."
Booth was walking past the bone room when he heard it, sobs. It was a sound he'd gotten used to in the past day and a half, but what surprised him was the fact that it wasn't Angela who was crying. It was Bones.
"Bones, what's wrong?" he asked, Bones was standing at the bone table looking at the baby, angry tears falling.
"It shouldn't be this way." Bones said angrily "In the 172 Cases of Trisomy 13 this year, only 17 of them were live births, and even then the chance of them actually surviving to early adulthood is very slim. It's not fair that it was Angela and Hodgins baby that was afflicted."
"I know this is hard for you Bones." Booth said as he gently rubbed her back. "I wouldn't be able to do what you are doing. I've got nothing to do here except hug my friends; at least you're figuring out why their baby died. Seriously, I don't know how you can do this; I just really want to go hug Parker and never let him go."
"Booth, you're doing more than I am," Bones corrected him. "I'm just doing the scientific part; Angela and Hodgins, they're more emotional. You're doing better with their metaphorical hearts." Booth didn't have the chance to argue with Bones as she kept talking without giving him room to get a word in edgewise. "It's not fair!" Bones sounded like a petulant three year old that wasn't getting her way. "It shouldn't have to be me telling Angela and Hodgins 'hey guess what, you're parents to a little girl. You named her Amelia Hodgins." Bones mentioned the name that Angela and Hodgins had picked out for a girl. "'I'll make sure she looks great for burial.' It should be Angela telling me, 'Hey, Bren, guess what? We had a little girl. She has Hodgins nose and my hands and she'll be a great artist. The world is a better place because she's here. And she's beautiful, strong and perfect in every way and…" Bones broke off in tears. Seeley wrapped his arms around Bones and she clung to him. "We had to stop talking about the autopsy" she changed the subject to explain why she was in the Bone room again and why Angela and Hodgins were still in her office. "It was too difficult to go through all at once."
There was a squeak at the door; both Angela and Jack were standing there, holding each other up. "It's a girl?"
Bones nodded, pushing back a little but not enough that she was no longer in Booth's arms. "When we did the autopsy, her pelvic bone was perfectly shaped for a girl, but the skin just didn't form properly."
"Our little Mia," Angela whispered, both Angela and Hodgins walked up to the table where their daughter was still lying.
A couple of tears fell from Brennan's eyes as she started to talk. "She fought hard Angela, look at her hands."
"They're clenched."
"Mia fought hard." Brennan repeated, "She's a fighter, just like you." There was a pause; "she wanted to live Angela, the way her body was positioned, the way her muscles were tightened. That tells me that she did not die willingly, she fought to live; she wanted to live. She wanted to know you and Hodgins; she may have been very tiny but she had your big heart. She could tell how much you love her. She wanted to live long enough to return that love."
Angela gasped out a sob but she was smiling. "Thank you Bren." She said. Brennan shrugged.
"I'm just telling you facts Angela."
Angela's brow was furrowed in concern. "What is it Ange?" Hodgins asked.
"She's so small," Angela said.
"The doctors in France said she was 544 grams at birth. That's a pound in American Measurements. She was right on track for her gestational age." Bones said.
"Hey, Brennan?" Angela asked.
"Yeah?"
"I'd like to tell you something." Angela gently picked Mia up.
"What?"
"Hey, Bren, guess what?" Angela spoke slowly. "Hodge and I, we had a little girl." Both Bones and Angela let the tears run freely as Angela kept talking. "She has Hodgins nose and my hands and she'll be a great artist. The world is a better place because she's here. She's beautiful, strong and perfect in every way and I'm honored to be her mother. My little Mia, she's strong. She didn't die willingly. She may have been very tiny but she had a big heart. Even though I never told you about the pregnancy, I told her about you. She knew how much she would be loved by her Godmommy Temperance and she fought, she fought hard. She fought to try and live long enough to show you how much she loves you." There was another pause. "That's why we named her after you."
"Her name is Amelia." Bones was confused.
Jack cleared his throat, "we never told you her full name."
"What is it?"
"Amelia Temperance Hodgins."
