Authors Note: Ok, so this is a relatively short chapter; very Hodgela based, and after reading that, you'll probably guess why. Check my profile for a picture of the Hodgela baby within the next couple of days…I have to remember my log in info for photobucket lol

Song: You'll Always Be My Baby by Sara Evans

The constant ringing of her cell phone wakes her from her slumber. She tears herself away from Booth's grasp and reaches over answering it before it wakes him up.

"Hello?" she answers, sleep heavy in her voice. She sits up straight in the bed, now fully awake. "Alright, we'll be right there."

She shakes Booth awake, and he says, "What? What's going on?"

Brennan smiles, "Ang is in labor."

In no time at all, the partners are dressed and headed out the door. Booth looks over to the passenger seat and can't help but smile at Brennan's anxiousness. He reaches over and grabs her hand, "You know that labor can take hours, don't you?"

Brennan nods, "Yes, in fact for the first child labor can take up to a day, possibly more, I'm not certain. No matter how long it takes, Booth, I want to be there. Angela is my best friend; I don't want to miss anything."

"I know, babe," Booth says, kissing her hand, "We're almost there."

-BONES—

By the time Booth and Brennan make it to Angela's door, the artist is already screaming in pain from the contractions. Walking in they hear Angela shout to Hodgins, "You are never touching me again."

Hodgins tries not to laugh at Angela's over dramatic phrase, "Whatever you say, Angie."

"I'm serious, Jack," Angela says, "The next kid is coming out of you, not me!"

"I see we made it in time for round one of labor," Booth jokes, getting a smack in the chest from Brennan. "Ouch."

"Very funny, Booth," Angela says, as Brennan sits next to her in one of the only chairs in the room. "Sweetie, I'm sorry."

"For what?" Brennan asks.

"Your bachelorette party is tomorrow-"

Brennan waves her hand, "I told you when you started planning it that I didn't want a bachelorette party. Besides, the birth of my Godchild is more important than the last hoo-ha celebrating being single."

"Its hoo-raa, Bren," Angela points out before she reaches over and grabs her friends hand as another contraction hits. As Angela is squeezing Brennan's hand, Brennan tries not to yelp from the pain, keeping in mind that Angela's pain is much greater than possible broken bones.

The doctor walks into Angela's room and asks that Brennan and Booth leave the room so he can check how far dilated she is; the partners agree and step out.

Booth leans against the wall, and Brennan steps into his arms, resting her head on his chest. "You still want a baby, Bones?"

He feels her nod against him, "Yes. I'm just not sure if I'm ready for the pain of birth."

"It takes a lot out of a woman," Booth says matter of factly. "But the end result is worth every ounce of pain a woman goes through."

She gives his chest a loving kiss, and looks up at him, "How soon do you want to start trying?"

"If we weren't at the hospital, I'd say 'right now', but since we are, let's wait until after we're married," he suggests.

"That sounds reasonable," Brenna says, and her face lights up, "I have an idea."

"Will I like your idea, Bones?"

"Probably not," she says with a giggle. "You wanna hear it?"

"Sure," he answers.

"Let's not make love until after we're married."

"You're right," Booth says, pulling her closer to him, "I don't like that idea. Its hard enough for me not being able to touch you while we're out in the field on a case; how am I going to go three weeks without making love to you?"

"You're strong, you can do it," she says, "Besides, don't you think it will make the honeymoon more special? Considering I'm not a virgin, and that is traditionally when a husband sees his wife for the first time, this is the next best thing. Right?"

Booth heaves a sigh, "Fine, we'll wait till the honeymoon."

She smiles in victory, "You won't be sorry, Booth."

-BONES—

(Hours Later)

"Alright, Angela, its time to start pushing, are you ready?"

"Just get this kid out of me, please," Angela begs, grabbing Jack and Brennan's hand.

After the doctor is suited up, he nods and says, "On the next contraction I want you to push down in to your bottom. Put your chin to your chest and push for ten seconds." Angela nods and the doctor looks to the monitor, "Alright here comes one, and push!"

Booth counts down for her as does Brennan and Hodgins, once the contraction passes she falls back on to the bed. The doctor tells her she's doing a wonderful job, and Jack tells her that she is strong and that he could never in a million years do what she's doing.

She is pushing for a good forty-five minutes, when the doctor says, "Alright, the head is out."

Jack leans over to see what is going on, and he looks back to Angela and smiles, "Lots of black hair, Ang."

"On your next contraction, the baby will be out," her doctor tells her. Another push later the small hospital room is filled with the sound of a baby screaming. The doctor holds the baby up so Angela can see and he says, "It's a boy!"

Hodgins leans in and kisses his wife, "We have a boy, Angie."

Brennan leans in and gives Angela a hug, "He is perfect, Ang. You did so well."

"Thank you for being here, Bren."

"I wouldn't have missed this," Brennan says, "not for anything."

Hodgins cuts the umbilical cord, and follows his new son where the nurses take him. Booth goes around standing where Jack was and smiles down at Angela. "Boys are great," he says with a smile, "You did a wonderful job, Angela."

There he is, my little man
I'm sure he'll get in trouble every now and then
And I pray to God that when he does
I'll be just as understanding, as my father was
'Cause the last thing that I wanna do
Is let him down
So instead of being angry I'm gonna
throw my arms around him and I'll say

In the sunlight or the rain
Brightest nights or darkest days
I'll always feel the same way
Whatever road you may be on
Know you're never too far gone
My love is there, wherever you may be
Just remember that you'll always be my baby

After the baby was cleaned, and wrapped in a light blue blanket, he was passed off to his mother. Angela looks down into the soft blue eyes of her newborn son. She has never felt this much love for another person, let alone this tiny of a person, in her life. She would lay her life on the line if it meant protecting his.

"Hi, baby boy," she whispers, "happy birthday, Michael Joseph Hodgins."

Jack sits on the bed next to his wife and son and looks up at Booth, "We named him after the strongest and bravest man we know. This is one of the reasons why we chose you to be his God-Father."

Booth smiles, "Thank you both. I'm honored."

Angela looks over at Brennan, "Do you want to hold him?"

"Can I?" she asks with a smile on her face.

"Absolutely, Bren," Angela smiles and hands her son over to his God-Mother.

An hour or two later, Booth and Brennan tell the new parents they will see them later. They each kiss Angela and the new little guy and give Hodgins a hug of congratulations one more time before heading out of the room. To Brennan, this was the perfect way to celebrate being single for one last night. Welcoming her new God-son into the world. She now, more than ever can't wait to start a family with Booth.

Three more weeks, she thinks to herself, grabbing Booth's hand as they begin walking out of the hospital. I can handle three weeks.