Hi there all! It's me Willie again. So okay I don't usually like to share the next chapter in a story until the chapter after is pretty much on its way to being complete. BUT, since I am in a weirdly generous mood at the moment, I'm updating. Alrighty, I present to you Chapter 2 of Unexpected! :)

Disclaimer: Yeah I don't own Bones or any of its characters but I do own my plots and the characters I myself created.

"Hey Brennan. What's up?" Angela asked, coming into her office to see Brennan with her head on her desk.

"Oh Angela!" Brennan gasped, jolting up.

"Sorry Sweetie I didn't know you were asleep. Is everything okay? You don't normally sleep at work."

Brennan rubbed her eyes, still trying to wake her body up, "Yes everything is fine. It seems the twins have been anything but good for us lately. They're constantly asking questions and say they need help with everything, even though I know they don't"

Angela sat down in the chair across from her, "Oh they're in that stage," she murmured, nodding her head to show she understood.

"Why did you suddenly put emphasis on that Ange? Is there something I'm missing?"

Angela laughed. Even after two kids and a stable monogamous relationship with Booth, Brennan was still Brennan; never truly understanding social things. "No Sweetie I just mean that it's a hard stage, especially when you've got two."

Brennan sat back in her chair, "I'm assuming Michael went through this?"

"Yeah and trust me it was pretty horrible. I finally had to put my foot down when he asked me to feed him his food," she laughed thinking how things were so much different now, "I kind of wish he was like that again though."

"Why would you want to go back to that stage Ange?"

"Well it's just now he always says that he's a big boy and can do everything himself."

"That's seems rather accurate. Why would you be unhappy to see him progressing?"

"Honey, he's my son, the only child I'll ever have." She looked down and sniffed a bit, but Brennan didn't notice, "I would like to keep him young and innocent for as long as possible before I have to catch him making out with some random girl on our living room couch."

"Oh, I'm beginning to see your point. You do not want any more children?" Brennan asked curiously.

"I would love to give Michael a little brother or sister, but I don't know if Hodgins and I can go through that all over again. Last time I was already pregnant before we found out about the LCA. Now I'd have to get pregnant knowing the entire time that the baby could be born blind." Tears filled her eyes now.

Brennan could see the tears coming but was at a loss what to do to help her friend. She came over to Angela's chair and sat on the arm rest, letting Angela rest her head on her, "I'm sorry I brought it up Ange."

"No, don't apologize. It's okay, really it's okay. I'm sorry about the waterworks; I guess I've just been feeling really emotional lately, especially with Michael's birthday." She straightened herself up, wiping the tears onto the sleeve of her blouse. "So, would you ever want to have more kids Bren?"

Brennan laughed, "I don't think so. Life is hectic as it is right now. Plus, the way Kev and Rissa were brought into the world kind of freaked me out for life," she admitted.

Angela nodded her head, totally understanding.

Flashback

The entire team watched as Booth's face paled, all the color drained so that he looked like he'd just seen a ghost, or in this case heard.

He turned to address them all, "There was an accident. Bones is the hospital. They're not sure if she's gonna make it."

Everyone stopped breathing to process what he had just said and Angela broke down on the floor. Hodgins had to take her aside to console her.

"What about the babies?" Cam asked, afraid to hear the answer.

"Being delivered early," Booth replied as he just stood, clearly not sure what to do next.

"Come on, I'll drive everyone to the hospital," Hodgins offered. He turned to his wife, "Angela are you okay to drive?"

"Yeah I guess. Why?" she asked, her cheeks stained from the tears.

"I want you to get Michael, go home and pick up some stuff for him, and then meet us at the hospital. Can you do that for me honey?"

"Okay," she whimpered, running down the platform towards the daycare center.

Hodgins sighed softly glad that his wife now had a task to keep her distracted. Having their son at the hospital with them while they waited for news was probably the only thing that could keep Angela from literally pulling her hair out. "Booth! Booth, come on!"

He dragged Booth to his car, settling him into the passenger seat and buckling his seatbelt for him. Cam, Daisy, and Sweets piled into the back without saying a word at all.

When they arrived at the hospital, Booth finally got his act together, jumping out of the car, running into the hospital, and demanding to know where Bones was.

"Where's Temperance Brennan?" He practically growled at the nurse.

"Are you family?" The nurse asked, not even bothering to look up from the chart she was working on.

"I'm her fucking boyfriend and the father of her unborn children! That good enough for you?" he screamed.

The poor woman looked alarmed and shrunk bank, "I'm sorry sir. Let me go get you an update."

Hodgins and the rest of the gang reappeared at this point, having to physically drag Booth over to the waiting area. But they could not get him to sit down.

Five minutes later, the nurse came back and Booth practically tackled her for information.

"She's in surgery right now sir. One of her ribs cracked due to the impact of the accident and a piece of it punctured her lung. They are repairing the damage now."

"And the babies?" Booth asked desperately.

"They're being delivered as we speak. With Temperance's breathing so irregular and the fact that she almost crashed when she got here, the doctors thought it would be best to deliver them now. I'll notify you when I hear anything else."

"Thank you," Booth said gratefully, finally collapsing into a chair, his hands covering his face.

"Booth, she's gonna make it. This is Brennan we're talking about. She's not going to let a car crash get the best of her," Cam said, coming over to rub his back.

"I know Cam, but sometimes things happen. Life is short, I learned that in Afghanistan," he said trailing off.

Cam sighed and moved back to her own chair, giving up on comforting him. They all just sat there in silence, waiting for news.

Angela burst through the hospital doors, a baby carrier with five month old Michael in it in on hand, and a heavy diaper bag on her other shoulder. "How is she?" she cried out.

Hodgins rushed over to her and took the diaper bag from her, setting it down on the floor next to a chair. "Brennan's in surgery right now to repair a punctured lung. The twins are being delivered by c-section," he filled her in quietly as she set the baby carrier on the table and took Michael in her arms, rocking him slowly.

"Oh my god! But it's too soon isn't it?" she asked, a look of horror on her face.

"She was at 30 weeks, they'll be fine. She probably would've gone into premature labor anyways," Hodgins reassured her, wrapping an arm around her as they stared down at their son.

"Mr. Booth?" called a voice as a doctor turned the corner.

Booth stood up immediately, allowing the doctor to speak.

"We managed to repair the lung. Temperance is in recovery now, still unconscious, but she should make a full recovery."

A huge smile planted itself on Booth's face as he bear-hugged the doctor who was caught very unaware.

"Also," the doctor continued once released from Booth's death grip, "Your son and your daughter were delivered and they are doing well. I'm going to warn you right now that they are small, but that's because they were born more than a month early. But, we have them in incubators and they actually are quite developed for their gestational age so they should be fine to go home in a couple of weeks."

Booth thanked the doctor before running down the hallways to Brennan's room.

Michael began to stir in Angela's arms, letting out a few wails. "That's right baby. Auntie Brennan and your cousins are gonna be just fine," she cooed, tickling his tummy. He started giggling and smiled up at his parents before starting his crying again.

"He probably needs to be changed," Angela sighed, getting up.

Hodgins followed suit, holding his arms out for his son, "You sit down Angie; I'll go take care of this little man."

She waved him off, grabbing the diaper bag and hoisting Michael up on her hip, "No it's okay. You wanted me to go get him so I could be calmer right?" He nodded. "Right, so let me change him. You stay here and wait for any news okay?"

He smiled at her, kissing her cheek before she headed off to find a bathroom.

When she returned, she was surprised to see Booth animatedly talking to the Squint Squad. "How is she?" she asked.

"She just woke up and she's asking for you Ange."

She made to hand Michael to Hodgins but Booth shook his head stopping her, "No take Michael with you, since she can't hold her own babies right now."

She nodded and dropped the diaper bag on the ground. Poking her head into Brennan's room, she was happy to see Brennan propped up in bed, staring blankly off into space instead of at the TV playing in front of her. "Hey Bren. How are you feeling?"

Brennan's eyes lit up at the sight of Angela and Michael, "Hi. I've been better but I'm okay." She looked at Michael who was gurgling at something, "Wow look how big you've gotten since I saw you last Mikey."

Angela handed her her baby, running her hand over the short curls starting to come in on his head.

"Karissa Angela and Kevin Gerard," Brennan said suddenly, startling Angela out of a daydream.

"I'm sorry honey what?"

"Those are the babies' names," she stated, rocking Michael.

Angela's brain did a one-eighty, "Whoa whoa, wait a second! You're naming your daughter after me?"

Brennan looked confused, scrunching her eyebrows, "Is that so strange? I mean you are my best friend and you would have named your daughter after me."

"I'm flattered, Bren I really am. I just- I don't know don't you think you'd want to name her after your mom? I mean Angela doesn't really fit with Karissa anyways. Christine sounds much better. Karissa Christine Booth."

"If you say so Ange," Brennan mumbled, clearly just about ready to drift off once again to a drug-induced dreamland.

Angela quickly scooped Michael out of her arms, putting a finger to her lips when he giggled, even though he couldn't possibly understand what it meant. "Auntie Brennan needs to rest now Sweetie. We'll come back later," she whispered to him, slowly backing out of the room.

It took a week for the babies to be allowed out of the incubators for long periods of time and another week until Booth and Brennan were finally able to bring them home.

"You ready?" Booth asked Brennan, a baby carrier in each of his hands.

She looked around at the hospital room she had spent every waking minute of the last two weeks in and nodded, sniffling quietly.

"Aw come on Bones. They're healthy and we're finally taking them home. Everything's going to be fine," he reassured her, kissing her cheek as best as he could.

"I know I know. It's just, we almost lost them Booth. And it would've been my fault." She was full on sobbing now and Booth was forced to set the twins down and pull her off to the side.

"Just because you were driving does not make the accident your fault. It could have been anyone in that car. Even if it wasn't you, someone would be in the hospital or worse because of that drunk driver. If you're going to blame anyone Bones, blame him."

She pulled herself together quickly, stifling the rare tears, "You're right of course. Just now looking at them, I can't imagine never knowing them."

He smiled at her, delighted with how much she had changed over the past year. No longer was she a robot who only thought logically and rationally; she was a mother and a girlfriend who actually showed her emotions to others. He picked up the carriers again and just looked at her when she continued to stand there, "Umm Bones I know I'm a big hunky FBI agent, but is it possible for you to open the door for me? I've kinda got my hands full with these two."

"Oh right sorry Booth," she apologized, opening the door and not even bothering to deny his hotness.

"We're going to be happy together Bones," he told her as they walked to the big black SUV.

"I know," she replied, a huge smile on her face.

"You really scared us that day Sweetie. If it wasn't for Jack and Michael, I swear I would've had a mental breakdown or something," she laughed, making a joke even though in her heart she knew it was quite possible.

"Well that's all in the past now. I'm fine, the twins are fine, everyone's fine." She sighed, obviously struggling just to keep her eyes open.

Angela touched her arm, "Sweetie, why don't you go home? This case is just about wrapped up anyways."

"You're right. Maybe I could make a nice dinner for Booth too," she mused to herself.

"Or you know, get some sleep like normal people," Angela suggested, laughing.

"Right because I'm going to be able to sleep with two very awake three year olds running around," Brennan said, her voice practically dripping with sarcasm.

"Wow sarcasm. I'm liking the new you Bren," Angela said, winking as she walked out the door. She went back into her own office, grabbing the keys Jack had left on her desk that morning and went to go pick up her son.

1 Hour Later

"Hey babe, look who came to visit," Angela called as she and Michael walked into Hodgins' office.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Michael yelled, dropping his backpack by the door and running to his father.

"Hey Mikey!" Hodgins swung his son up onto his lap, allowing him to hug him. "What are you doing here buddy?"

Angela stepped towards them, resting her arm on Hodgins' shoulder, "We thought we'd surprise you today."

Hodgins looked up at his wife. She was staring at their son, a strange distant look upon her face. He knew something was up but decided not to push it, at least not until they got home and were out of the earshot of Michael. "So how was school?"

Michael slid off of his lap and ran to his backpack, rummaging around in it for awhile before coming back with a drawing. "Look what I drew today!" It was a rough drawing of three stick people, obviously him, Angela, and Michael. It was the work of a four year old but that didn't mean it was any less impressive to Hodgins. He did, of course, notice that Michael had made sure to show that the Angela stick figure was taller than the Hodgins stick figure. "Wow this is really good buddy! Did your mom see this yet?"

"He showed it to me before we left the preschool," Angela mumbled, "I think he might give me a run for my money in the art department," she declared, but the enthusiasm was clearly forced.

Michael didn't seem to notice, babbling away to Hodgins as Angela continued to stare off into space. "Alright Mikey, grab your bag. It's time to go home now. You have the keys Ange?"

She looked startled but reached into her purse for them.

"Thanks babe. Why don't you go say goodbye to everyone Mike? Wait for us by the entrance though okay?"

"Okay." He nodded happily, skipping off to see his adoptive family.

Hodgins turned to Angela, a look of concern on his face, "Are you ok Angie?'

"What? Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" she replied, brushing off his worry.

He moved in to give her a kiss after not seeing her all day. She kissed him back, but stopped the kiss before he could deepen it, "Come on Michael's waiting," she said, taking his hand.

When they got home Angela pretty much ran upstairs as soon as she could. "Hey Jack do you mind starting dinner? I'm just going to go change into something more comfortable real quick."

"Uh yeah sure, no problem. Michael why don't you go in your room and play for a bit okay? I'll call you down when the food's ready."

"Okay Daddy," the little boy replied, racing up the stairs to his room. Angela followed him, her purse still on her arm.

She made it to their room without breaking and ran into the bathroom, locking the door before sinking to her knees on the floor. From within her purse she pulled out one of three pregnancy tests she had bought before going to get Michael. She sighed as the tears finally began to stream down her face. "I shouldn't be crying; pregnancy is supposed to be a good thing," she thought, remembering how happy she had been the last time she had taken a pregnancy test. Now, it was totally different though; she was actually hoping that the test would be negative instead of positive.

"Here goes nothing," she said, taking the little stick out of the box.

Ten minutes later a horrible wail echoed through the upstairs hallway and Michael wandered into his parents' room, frowning when he saw Angela on the floor bawling her eyes out. "Mommy?" he started tentatively, "Why are you sad?"

She looked up, a panicked look on her face. When she saw her son standing there looking like he was about to cry himself, she took a few deep breaths, trying to pull herself together. "Come here baby," she said holding out her arms to him.

He came over and plopped down in her lap.

"Mommy's not sad. I just stubbed my toe on the counter and it hurts a lot."

"You've got a booboo?" he asked, making the connection.

She let out a slight laugh, "Yes honey I've got a booboo. Can we keep this a secret from Daddy though? He's always telling me to be careful around the counter and I never listen."

"You don't want him to know he was right?" Michael asked, a little bit confused.

"I do but I'll tell him later. I don't want him to make fun of me for the rest of the night."

"Okay," he replied, accepting her explanation, "Can we go help Daddy with dinner?"

"I'm sure your dad would really appreciate that. Come on get up." She let him go on ahead of her, the energy draining out of her as she walked down the stairs. She kissed Hodgins on the cheek, "Thanks babe. I've got it from here. Go entertain your son for a bit."

"Okay. Hey you didn't change," he pointed out, confused.

She looked down at the floral print dress she still had on and shrugged, "Oh I guess I forgot."

He looked quizzically at her but said nothing, taking his son into the living room with him.

Angela sighed as she stirred the rice knowing that the upcoming conversation was not going to be an easy one.

A/N: Yeah I know it's still taking awhile to develop but all this is necessary. The next chapter will be more to the point I think. Oh and I apologize for the lengthy flashbacks but I started writing and this is the style it came out as so I'm just going with it.

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