Chapter Four: The Doctor's Appointment

Disclaimer: Yeah, I'm sorry the last chapter sucked. NOBODY'S BEEN REVIEWING AND I'M DEPRESSED! Okay, on with life. I don't own Bones, don't know where the heck 44th is. But, it's got to have insane traffic. And I can't take credit for thae fact that adding -ish to any adjective just makes it THAT MUCH BETTER. Thank you again to DeanParker, who reviews even when the chap. sucks. R&R?

Spoilers: hmm...maybe Baby in the Bough.

Jack Hodgins sat on the couch, idly waiting for his new(ish) wife to come home. She had left the house early (extremely!) this morning and now, at three o'clock, she still wasn't home. Sudden thoughts filled his head that he wasn't sure he wanted there. What if she's hurt? Or been in an accident? Or maybe the doctor was hot and she ran away with him? Calm down, he told himself. She wouldn't run away with anyone. You had to ask her three times before she would marry you, and even then it was her who proposed. It's probably just hectic traffic.

Suddenly, the front door opened.

"Hello? Jack? Are you here? Where are you?"

"I'm in the living room," he replied, getting up. "Well, actually, not anymore, because I'm walking towards you, but…"

Angela laughed. "So, how have you been all day? Sorry I was gone so long. It was insane on 44th. But seriously, how have you been?"

"I've been…miserable missing you, fine, miserable without you, thinking about you, and miserable when I realized that you weren't here."

"Aww…well, I'm here now!"

"I know, and I intend to use that in my favor." Before she could respond, Jack picked up his wife and kissed her, simultaneously carrying her to the couch. When he set her down, she giggled and then took a deep breath, as if she had something important to say.

"Jack?"

"Yes?" Suddenly, the pair was serious.

"You know I was at the doctor's today, right?"

"Umm…yes."

"Well, I wasn't seeing my regular doctor."

"No?"

"No. Jack…I'm …expecting."

"Expecting…a child?"

"Yes. A child." Angela waited patiently, nervously, trying to predict his reaction.

"Wow. So we'll be…parents?"

"Yes."

"Wow. Angie, that's great!"

"Really?"

"Yes, really. You said you wanted a million. Well, to get to a million, you have to start with one!"

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

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