It had been weeks since Angela found and sketched the remains of her biological mother. She was now twenty-eight weeks pregnant and preparing for her own journey to motherhood. The investigation into her mother's death was draining enough, but being pregnant on top of that was even more so. Booth and Brennan were working long hours to help solve the case so Angela could have closure about her mother. They had discovered what the murder weapon was, where she was murdered, and pegged the date of the murder through a receipt that the pawn shop owner had from the credit card Lily had used to purchase the watch she bought the same night. But the real kicker in the case was the second set of DNA they had found at the scene mixed with Lily's blood stains under the dumpster in the alley near the pawn shop. Lily's was definitely a match for the first set found, but the other was still unidentified. Cam had been working on finding a match, going through databases of every known criminal in the state and within the area, but none of those had come up with a match so far. However, they were still looking.

Angela sat soaking in her bathtub, trying to relax since it was the end of the day and she was exhausted. Her eyes popped open as she heard the bathroom door click shut. She saw Hodgins walk over and sit on the ground next to the tub on the tile floor, giving her a gentle smile. Sitting up against the back of the tub, Angela ran her hands over her stomach, which was sticking up above the water level. Her belly button was just beginning to stick out from her growing abdomen. Even if she had been scared of getting pregnant before, she was loving her figure and feeling this little person growing inside of her. The baby kicked out a few times before turning, causing Angela to laugh.

"She's been kicking nearly all day," she said, smiling. "I think she's beginning to recognize everyone's voices at the lab because every time Booth or Brennan say something, she gets really excited and moves around."

"I know she'll love them," he replied, laughing. "Especially Booth. He's great with kids."

"Of course he is," she agreed. "He has Parker and has been a dad for ten years. But I think he's just naturally a good guy with kids."

"Yeah, I've noticed that," Hodgins said, smiling.

Angela sighed happily and looked down at her belly, feeling their daughter squirm for a few moments before settling down and getting the hiccups. She laughed and placed her hand over where her daughter's little body was jerking. Hodgins looked at her for a moment, confused by what was happening until Angela took his hand and placed it on the side of her bare stomach.

"She has hiccups," she said, giggling slightly. "I think she got a little too excited when she heard your voice."

"Well she knows her daddy." Hodgins smiled proudly as he held his hand to his wife's belly where their daughter was moving.

A grin crossed Angela's face. She couldn't wait to meet the little one that had been growing inside of her body for months now. Their daughter was going to be one of the most loved little girls in the entire world, not only by them but by their friends as well. Everyone couldn't wait to meet her and Angela especially was looking forward to that day with a lot of excitement, even if she had a lot of fears about being a mom that a lot of new moms went through before birth for the first time.

After a few moments, Angela pulled the plug and began to drain the tub before asking Hodgins to help her out so she wouldn't fall with her center of balance being thrown off by her growing abdomen. After she was out, she dried off and slipped on her undergarments before putting on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that fit her rounded figure. Combing out her hair, she shook it out to its natural curls and decided she didn't really have the energy to blow dry it, so she went to the bedroom and climbed into their bed. Hodgins came in a few minutes later, in a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt, climbing into the bed next to her. Angela pulled out a sketch pad to draw a little bit on to take her mind off of things as she began to think.

About halfway through sketching a vase of flowers, Angela started to cry. At first it came in little waves of tears, but eventually she had to set the sketch pad down. Hodgins was immediately alarmed and scooted to his wife's side, taking her in his arms. Allowing herself to be comforted, Angela turned and laid against her husband's side, burying her face into his shoulder as she started to sob.

"What if I'm like her?" Angela asked through her sobs, trying to breathe as much as she could manage.

"Like who?" Hodgins asked, thoroughly confused.

"My mother," she replied. "What if I'm like her and decide one day when our daughter is five or six-years-old that I can't be a mom anymore and just leave? I mean, what kind of mother just does that to her child? Did she not love me? What if I'm like her, Jack, and I just abandon my child?"

Hodgins sat there, holding her and stroking her hair gently as she cried. "You're not like her, Ange. Not in that aspect at all."

"But there's so much scarily similar about us…she's was an artist, I'm an artist. She was a wild child and so am I. I get so much of that from her…how is it possible that I won't feel the same in a few years that she did?"

"Because, unlike your mom, you are ready to be a mother. You've wanted this baby from the moment we found out we were going to have her," he said gently, kissing her forehead lovingly.

"How can you be so sure of all of this?" Angela looked up at her husband and into his eyes with tears streaming down her face.

Hodgins kissed her lips once. "I know you. And I've known you for years, even before we fell in love and got married. You are a caring person that loves those close to you. You're loyal. You've stuck by Dr. Brennan's side for seven years now as her best friend, when Zack went crazy and started following a psycho cannibal killer, you were still his friend, and you chose to love me…despite all my crazy conspiracy antics and weirdness."

A small, but definite smile crossed Angela's lips. Hearing the words from him made her realize how true that they were. She had friends that she was loyal to and had stayed in one place with for long periods of time. There was no plan to go anywhere away from any of them anytime soon either. Angela was happy with her life and satisfied with being a wife and soon to be mother, along with being an artist. The wild child, good-time girl had finally been tamed into someone who still loved to have a good time, but liked being at home too. She didn't know how it happened or when, but it had and she was content with that.

"Okay, you got me," she said, somewhat relieved as the tears began to stop and her breathing evened out.

"You're going to be an amazing mother, Angela," he said, kissing her lips once. "Our daughter is going to love you so much and you are going to teach her all the things I can't teach her, like how to wear makeup…and other girl stuff that I can't even begin to comprehend."

"You're right," she agreed.

Angela laughed and laid her head on her husband's shoulder, breathing deeply and letting his scent fill her hypersensitive nose. Hodgins had always known how to comfort her and make her feel better about any situation that arose between them or in her life. When she had gone through a pregnancy scare while dating Wendell, he offered to step up and be her guy in whatever way she needed him to be there for her. At that moment, she realized that she loved him more than she could possibly ever describe and that she could commit to one person for the rest of her life. And she had. Her marriage to Hodgins had made her happier than she had ever been with anyone before.

The next day at the lab went the same as many others had before it. Angela remained in her office most of the day, working on sketching faces of other remains that needed to be identified from Limbo. Thankfully none of them had any chance of being related to her at all as they were all World War II remains that had been found in battlefields and brought back home. As she worked, she felt her daughter kick nearly all morning. It was only mildly uncomfortable as her daughter found her kidneys to use as soccer balls, but she was getting used to the constant movement when she was still. It was as though the baby didn't like not being rocked, which was going to be a problem once she actually was born since she and Hodgins only had so much energy between them. Thankfully, they'd invested in a baby swing to help. Her attention was devoted to the current sketch she was working on when she heard a knock at the door. Looking up, she saw Booth and Brennan standing there.

"Hey guys, come in," she said, putting down the sketch.

Brennan walked in, followed by Booth before both of them sat down on the couch. From the looks on their faces, there was some possible good news.

"We might have a possible suspect in your mother's case," Booth said, looking at Angela.

Angela looked at Booth with a hopeful gaze. "You found the match for the DNA in the blood stain?"

"Yes," Brennan replied. "Cam found the match yesterday. Booth has been working on finding the suspect to bring in for questioning."

"His records have him in and out of jail for the last six or seven years, but he had a record during his teenage years for theft and armed robbery. He was out of jail at the time of the murder." Booth held a folder in his hands that Angela assumed was the record of the man they were going after.

"How soon will you know for sure?" Angela asked, hoping that this would all be over soon.

"We need to bring him in for questioning first and then we can go from there," Booth answered, giving Angela a sympathetic gaze.

Angela nodded. "Okay, please just let me know once things start happening. I just want this to all be over before the baby comes. My family needs a fresh start."

Booth nodded before excusing himself from the room to go check on something by phone, leaving Angela alone with Brennan. She sighed deeply and leaned back on the couch, pulling her hands over her belly instinctively. The baby stretched out before curling up again, causing Angela to wince slightly. Concerned, Brennan moved over to sit next to Angela.

"Are you alright?" Brennan asked.

"I'm fine," Angela replied, breathing deeply. "The baby was just stretching out and it sometimes hurts if she does it too far."

"How are you doing…considering everything?" Brennan continued.

"About as good as anyone expects, I guess," she said, sitting up a little to look at her best friend. "I mean, I never really knew my mother…not in the way that most girls know their mom. She left when I was five and before I could really have any memories of her at all, but I still feel emotionally attached to the woman that is out there on that table."

"Anthropologically speaking, most children feel an attachment to their parents, whether they are present or not," Brennan said gently.

"I just never knew her…you know?" Angela swallowed hard and breathed deeply. "I sometimes wonder if I'm like her. Or if I'm totally opposite of her."

"I think you are just…you." Brennan smiled at Angela. "You are not your mother and not anyone else but Angela."

Angela gave a small, but definite smile at Brennan. "Thanks Bren. I really appreciate all that you and Booth are doing for this case. You guys are true friends."

"You're welcome Ange."

Angela reached forward and drew Brennan into a hug before smiling at her best friend. In the years that they had been friends, Angela had never seen Brennan happier than she was and had been lately. She knew that a large part of it was thanks to Booth, but Brennan just seemed different too. Whatever revelation she'd come to in Maluku had obviously done her good.

"Hodgins and I actually wanted to ask you something," she said, looked at Brennan again.

"You know you can ask me anything," Brennan said.

"We wanted you to be the baby's godmother," she replied. "The godmother is one of the most important people in her life. And since you're my best friend…we wanted that person to be you."

Looking at Brennan, she saw the look of shock on her face before she started to grin brightly, pulling Angela in for another hug unexpectedly. "Yes, I accept. I would love to be her godmother Ange. I'm honored that you asked me."

"You are the closest thing I've ever had to a sister, so I know that my daughter is going to love you," she beamed happily. "Hodgins and I totally agreed on that."

"You and Hodgins are going to be great parents," Brennan said. "You're going to have a beautiful daughter."

"Thanks," she said, smiling. "I can't wait to meet her and hold her in my arms."

After a few minutes of talking, Brennan excused herself to go back to the forensic platform to look for more clues. Angela went back to the sketch for a while, just working on the outlines of the face, focusing on the strong chin and cheek bones. While working on it, she began to feel a few cramps in her lower abdomen, but dismissed them after a minute when they went away. She continued to sketch until another wave of pain hit her and she knew that something wasn't right. As she stood, she looked down at her light dress pants and saw blood. A wave of panic washed over her as she reached for her phone and immediately felt weak in her legs, causing her to stumble back and drop to her knees.

Oh God no…please no… she thought frantically.

As she reached for her phone again, the room started to spin and she braced her hands on the floor before everything went black.

A/N: SO sorry I haven't updated this in a week...I had band camp and school is starting Monday for me. I promise to try and update once a week, but bare with me! And I'm sorry about the cliffie...again. Please review if you like this story!