Disclaimer/Author's note: Well, didn't I just miss you all! Thanks again to DeanParker, who reviews faithfully every time I update! Also, thanks to the same person for advising me not to let Hodgins answer the phone. Sorry for the cliffie last time. And, oh my good gravy, there's only two and a half more days till the season finale, and also OMIGOSH BOOTH GOT SHOT! I can't believe it. THis fic is almost over, I think. Unless, you know, you guys love it too much to part with it. Please R&R! BTW, lots of screaming Angela.

When we last left our favorite married couple:

"Contraction." Angela's voice came out in a squeak. "And my water just broke."…"JACK! GET ME TO A HOSPITAL!! NOW!!"… At that moment the phone rang.

Now's the Night, Chapter 6: labor, part 2

At that moment, the phone rang.

"Ummm…." Jack stuttered, trying to decide whether to answer it or not.

"Don't you DARE answer that telephone! I NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL!!"

"But, what if it's-"

"I DON'T CARE WHO IT IS! GET ME TO THE HOSPITAL, I AM GOING TO HAVE A BABY!!"

"Okay. Going to the hospital." He got her into the car, ran back in to fetch Angela's bag, then hopped into the car and started to drive. However…

"JACK HODGINS, FASTEN YOUR SEATBELT! I WILL NOT HAVE YOU DYING ON THE WAY TO THE HOSPITAL!!"

"Right." Jack, now the tiniest bit afraid of his wife, clicked the metal thingy into the slot.

Angela started doing some rhythmic breathing from their class… Jack couldn't remember the name of the class or the breathing technique.

"Sweetheart, Ange, calm down. We're almost to the hospital." His cellular phone started ringing.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Jack Hodgins and or Angela Monetnegro. This is Sally, with the District of Columbia International Hospital, Childbirth Unit. We are calling to remind you that your baby is due any day now, and to remind you to-" He hung up hurriedly.

"Who breath was breath it?breath"

"The hospital."

"Oh breath" Then they pulled into the parking lot.

"As soon as they were inside, Angela started to scream.

"COME ON, PEOPLE!! CHILDBIRTH GOING ON HERE! CAN WE PLEASE MOVE OUT OF MY WAY? THANK YOU!!"

Jack grinned sheepishly at the gawking crowd. "Sorry!" he called to them. A nurse popped up out of nowhere.

"Hello! Do we have an expecting mother today?"

"WHAT DO YOU THINK? DO YOU THINK WE HAVE AN EXPECTANT MOTHER TODAY? BECAUSE I SURE AS HELL THINK WE DO!"

"All right, then! My name is Joanna, and you can just follow me!"

"All right, we're following Joanna, Ange! Following Joanna!"

"And you are?" Joanna snapped at Jack when he spoke.

"Jack Hodgins, father-to-be!" he stated proudly.

Joanna nodded curtly. "Then, let's go and let that baby out, huh?" Her voice got a slightly babying tone when she spoke to Angela.

"HELL YES LET'S GET THIS OVER WITH!"

"Oh, now, let's be nice-mouthed."

"I wouldn't say that, Joanna."

"Why on earth not?"

"I'M GOING TO SWEAR ALL I WANT TO!"

"Okay, Ange. You swear all you want to, baby."

Joanna wheeled Angela, in the wheelchair that had long since been there, into a child delivery room. Angela was situated on a bed, hooked up to several machines, and

squealing for drugs, please, before ten minutes was over.