A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I hope this makes up for it...immature as requested. Thank you sooo much to all who reviewed.
IMMATURE A
Angela woke up that morning in one of her silly moods. She shook Jack awake at five demanding pancakes. He tried to placate her by telling her to ask the cook but she refused. She begged him to make the "special pancakes" and he could tell it would be one of those days. Jack relented and allowed her to drag him down the stairs and into the kitchen. He sat at the counter half asleep until her voice chimed in his ear "All ready". Ange had calmed down a bit and gave Jack a quick kiss and a thank you. He rose to see she has laid out all the ingredients needed. She helped him crack the eggs and added the mix and milk. She then sat at the kitchen counter and began to rub her eyes tiredly as she watched him mix the batter. Angela yawned and her head sank down to the counter, her eyes blinked closed for longer and longer periods of time. Jack looked over to see her sleeping, dust from the mix sprinkled across her face. He sighed and picked her up placing her to sleep on the couch in the family room. He then spread a soft blanket over her covering up her deep purple silk pjs that were covered with stars. "Stay" she murmured. Jack snuggled in against her and they were soon fast asleep.
When they woke up it was eight and a much more suitable breakfast hour in Hodgins' opinion. He willingly went and made her pancakes. Angela got out the plates and drinks, orange juice for her and milk for him. Hodgins handed her a plate of pancakes created in the shapes of Mickey Mouse and tiaras. Ange grinned and dumped chocolate chips on top. "Cartoons" she decided because it was Saturday morning, attempting to drag Jack into the family room with her. Hodgins hurriedly finished putting butter and syrup on his normal pancakes and nodded. He then snagged her glass out of her hand. "Hey" she said pouting ever so slightly. He dumped it in the sippy cup Brennan had given her for Christmas. "I thought you were kidding," she said pouting even more. "No, Ange you spilled on a $600 couch, no more chances". At this point she actually looked upset "I didn't mean to Jack…I'm really sorry" she whispered with a catch in her voice. "Hey, hey" he turned her face towards him and stared into her chocolate brown eyes that were filling with unshed tears "I was kidding" he tells her placing a kiss on her forehead. At this her face lights up, she grabs the cup and continues to pull on his arm. They sit side by side and watch Tom and Jerry, Looney Tunes, Mickey Mouse and the gang, and the Flintstones.
After the cartoons end, they get dressed and Hodgins lets her pick the next activity for the day. "Let's play outside!" she exclaimed. They put on their winter jackets and snow pants and march outside. First Angela pulls Jack down in order to make snow angels; this turns into a make out session followed by them lying on their backs staring up at the clouds. "A dog" she tells him "a spaceship… a monkey… an apple…a star" as he listens to her tell him these shapes he begins to picture their life with a child. "A heart" she whispers startling him out of his daydreams. Kids or not his life is perfect right now because of her. Jack kisses her and offers her a hand. Their backyard is full of snowmen the two have created, a winter wonderland for two. She insists they make more snowmen. Snowpeople this time she decides, telling him to put the snow where they can see it out the kitchen window. Angela then disappears into the house and comes back carrying a shovel from the time they built sand castles at the beach with Booth, Brennan, and Parker. Angela tells him to make eight lumps of snow and begins to craft them into the shapes of their friends and them, Brennan, Booth, Cam, Sweets, Zack, Parker, Jack, and herself. She adds a small touch to each one, a scarf for her, a hat for Zack, a necklace for Bren…until all are complete. They fool around catching snowflakes on their tongues before heading inside and taking off their wet coats and jackets.
Hodgins goes to get hot chocolate and Ange follows him. They sit together at the kitchen table, eat lunch, and talk about everything and nothing. The conversation flow is easy and soon turns to their upcoming nuptials, Angela had changed her mind a few times about color schemes and locations but she had never changed her mind about marrying Jack, and now both were pleased. It jumps to how lucky they are to have the weekend off and snow on the ground. She concludes it by talking about how hot chocolate is called "Juju" on Grey's Anatomy. Hodgins decides he wants no part in this conversation and ends it by getting out her paints. Water colors, acrylic, finger paint, body paint…she had it all. Angela grabbed the finger paint and began to paint an Eiffel Tower in dark gray. Jack laughed at her and agreeably began to paint a picture when she shoved a piece of paper at him. "All done," she chorused to him holding up her grimy paint covered hands. Ange's picture was remarkably detailed and she had even included itty-bitty stars in glitter glue. Hodgins' pictures on the other hand were a bit harder to decipher. One was a yellow blob with brown spots, a green broccoli-ish object to the left and obvious grass and sky. "A giraffe and tree" he explained "The paint sort of went…" he shrugged "everywhere". The second was a heart encased in silver glitter with Angela and Jack Forever written on it in calligraphy style cursive. "That's what a private school upbringing will do to you" Hodgins told a surprised Angela. Ange moved the pictures to a safe place on the counter and came back with a devious smile. She stroked Jack's cheek lovingly leaving behind a long line of neon green body paint. She giggled and he touched his cheek pulling away a sticky green hand. "You're on" Jack told her grabbing a red tube and chasing her around the apartment. They ended up covered head to toe in Christmas color paint. "Bath now" he told her shooing her up the stairs playfully.
Hodgins quickly took a shower and stepped out to find Angela waiting for the bath to fill. He looked at the pictures of them displayed throughout their master bedroom and heard a splash. Now dressed, he re-entered the bathroom to discover Ange had sunk below the bubbles of the tub. She giggled and blew bubbles in the water. He walked over and kissed her wet lips. "Ew" he told her "you taste like soap". She grinned and flicked a few bubbles his way. He headed downstairs to make sure dinner would be ready per Ange's request. When he returned she was done, she stood up and allowed him to wrap her in a towel and carry her into the bedroom. With Angela now dressed in a blue and white t-shirt, gray sweatpants, and hair in a high pony, they went down stairs for a meal of macaroni and cheese like she had asked for. It was late after dinner and Hodgins decided to turn in. Angela was exhausted and demanded a piggyback ride to their bed. He dumped her onto it with an exaggerated sigh. Immediately she sat up with a second wind and began jumping on the bed, she offered her hand to Hodgins who joined her in jumping. They collapsed in a pile of giggles and kisses. Angela pulled out the book she had been reading and asked him to read it to her, claiming she was too tired. Jack rolled his eyes and held out his hand. She snuggled up close to him and listened to his voice lull her to sleep. Jack laughed, undid her ponytail, tucked her in still fully clothed and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He changed into pajamas and sank down beside her. In her sleep dark hair splayed across the pillow Angela reached for him, he complied and held her close. He thought of their day out loud and imagined children just like her, sweet, warm, emotional, kind, silly, childish … Though she was often the most mature emotionally at the lab and enjoyed giving advice to her fellow co-workers it came at a price. The price being the emotional taxation of every case during which she became attached to each victim feeling their pain and her own. That is why he was glad she could enjoy days like this where she could pretend to be immature and innocent he decided. He kissed her once more before falling asleep himself never catching the smile that graced her face in hearing this, not feeling the kiss she pressed to his face before both entered the world of dreams. I love you too.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it, please let me know if you liked it or not and if it was still in character...I hope to update Without It's Heart soon...Please review!