On the way down the hallway to get Michael, Jack has to stop and take a minute to collect himself; all the emotions of the day were catching up to him. They'd had a baby. He was tiny and perfect, and Angela had done so well. Michael Vincent was a big brother. A big brother who knew something was off about his mom and quickly called his dad for help. A big brother who was going to be the best one he could possibly be. A nurse walking by stops and asks him if he was okay. Jack nods, explaining he just needed a minute after everything.

Everyone is there, just like he knew they would be. Clark, Wendell, and Arastoo were talking by the coffee cart; Brennan and Booth had claimed a group of chairs and were talking, probably about their current case, as Christine, Hank, and Jordan played a game on an iPad nearby. The eldest two Vaziri boys are missing, Hodgins notices as he scans the room; probably too uncomfortable with the situation to come. And seated away from the rest of the group are Michael and Cam. Michael is sitting as close to his aunt as he can without actually sitting on her lap, and Cam has an arm wrapped around him and is talking quietly to him. The two had always had a close relationship, and Jack is so grateful that Cam could be of some support to Michael when he couldn't

'Hey, guys," Jack says, going up to the pair. Michael is quick to stand up, and Hodgins hugs him close, squeezing hard.

"Is Momma okay?" he asks.

"She's fine," Hodgins reassures, his blue eyes bearing into his son's brown ones.

"I tried to tell him," Cam says, a wave of a hand explaining the countless times in the past few hours she had said the exact same thing to Michael.

By now, the others have noticed his presence and crowded around, desperate for an update, spewing out questions all at once.

"How's Angela?"

"How's the baby?"

"How are you?"

Hodgins answers Wendell's question first. "I'm good, man," he nods. "I'm overwhelmed. Angela did amazingly. She's fine," Jack smiles towards Brennan. "And the baby is perfect." He has to stop and blink back tears. "He's got a lot of hair, and he looks just like Angela. He's perfect."

"Well, we can't wait to meet him," Cam says with a wide smile.

"You will. But we wanted Michael to meet his brother first," Jack says, nodding at his oldest son who had looked up to meet his eyes. "Come on." The boys head back down the hallway, Michael taking the lead, and quietly slip through the door to Angela's room.

When her oldest son appears, Angela's face becomes alight with happiness. "Hey, baby!" she sighs beckoning him closer. "How are you?"

"I'm okay," Michael answers, still standing away from his mom's bed; afraid. "How are you?"

"I'm okay. I'm tired, but I'm okay. Come here." She can see his reticence to come closer, so she offers a hand and slowly Michael steps closer and closer and finally takes it. Angela pulls him the final few inches until he's leaning against the side of the bed. "You want to meet your brother?"

"Yeah," Michael smiles.

Angela pushes the blankets around Phoenix's face down a bit and holds him up so his big brother can get a look at him. "Phoenix? This is Michael, he's your brother." When Michael slowly reaches out to touch him, Angela smiles. "You can touch him, it's okay. Babies are pretty tough."

"He's really little," Michael comments, running a finger over his brother's face, studying every feature.

"He's about as big as you were when you were born."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm," Angela confirms, slipping off the soft cotton cap on Phoenix's head revealing the head of hair that had caused Angela so much heartburn during her pregnancy to create. "He's got more hair too," she teases.

"Can I hold him?" Michael asks, a slight hesitation in his voice as if the request might be too much this early in the baby's life.

"Of course you can," Angela nods, "come sit up here." She scoots over enough for Michael to sit beside her on the bed and before the kid realizes, Phoenix is being put into his arms. "Now, you have to support his head. Yeah, just like that," she gently coaches. The sight of her oldest baby holding his new brother is enough to get her to start crying again. "He really likes you," Angela says, wiping away her tears.

The trio of mother and sons are oblivious to the fourth member of their family sitting across from them snapping a few pictures, but mostly taking in the moment and trying to commit every single detail to memory.

"You want to bring everyone else in?" Angela asks, finally looking up to him.

"Yeah. I'll go get them," Hodgins nods, leaving the room only to return a minute later with the rest of their family.

Angela had taken the baby back from Michael, though he stayed sitting closely next to her, and a minute later, the door opens again and their extended family pours in.

"Oh my gosh!" Christine squeals, making a beeline for her aunt and new cousin, her dad quickly scolding her for being so loud. "He's so cute!" she says, slightly quieter. "Can I hold him?"

"Yeah," Angela nods, laughing a bit at her goddaughter. Her entire pregnancy, Christine had been as, or even more excited, than the entire Hodgins family. "Go sit down and Uncle Jack will help you, okay?" With the baby out of the way, the others make their way over to Angela greeting her with hugs and kisses and words of congratulations before going to see the newest member of their family. "You're not going to tell me you're pregnant again, are you?" Angela asks Brennan when she has her turn.

"No!" Brennan laughs, "not this time." Both women laugh at the memory of a night in a similar hospital room a handful of years prior.

"Hey, look at this! Angela, you got yourself a twin over here," Booth says with Phoenix in his arms, having taken him from Christine.

"Well, I had to give him something," Angela replies. "He's gonna have Hodgins' hair; I can tell."

"There's an idea for a first birthday gift: a weed whacker!" Wendell says, joining in to tease Jack a bit.

"Hey! Watch it!" Hodgins adds, smiling.

"Well, let's hope he has your personality too," Cam says. "Because if he takes after his dad and brother, with that hair, we all better watch out." She was taking her turn holding the baby, who for his part was fast asleep in her arms, and for someone who claimed to not like babies, Camille Saroyan was really good with them. "Okay: I have to ask. What's his name?"

Jack, Michael, and Angela all look at each other smiling. They hadn't told anyone yet.

"Michael? You want to do it?" Hodgins asks.

With a nod, Michael sits up, specifically looking at Cam, but addressing everyone. "Guys, this is my brother Phoenix. Phoenix? This is your family."

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Over the next few hours, the family hangs out. Food is ordered, and nurses come and go about their business, dancing around the family members like it's a well-rehearsed routine. Phoenix is passed from one set of hands to the next, returning to his mom only when he needs to be fed. But when someone pops open a bottle of champagne, their party is quickly ended by the stern charge nurse who sites the ending of visiting hours as the reason for kicking them out, but they all know the truth: the nurses are jealous no one poured them a drink.

After one more round of hugs, and gift bags being left on any available surface, their family leaves and all that is left in the suddenly quiet hospital room is their little family of four.

What a day, Angela thinks to herself as she watches her boys: Hodgins is watching Phoenix who had fallen asleep in his arms, and Michael is lounging next to her watching TV. What a journey they had been on just in the last eight months; all the tears and worries and laughter. She was so grateful to have her family. Her boys. "I love you. Do you know that? I love you," she says, taking Michael's hand and lacing their fingers.

"Hmm?" Jack asks, looking up as if he only caught the tail end of her words.

"I said I love you."