And I'm back with another chapter once again! Alright just in case you were wondering Michael is pretty advanced for his age. Kevin and Karissa are as well, but they are 8 months younger than Michael and therefore not quite ready to start school.

Oh and you all will be extremely surprised to find that there are no flashbacks in this chapter, I repeat NONE whatsoever. Amazing right? So for those of you that enjoy the flashbacks I'm sorry, BUT this will probably be one of the only chapters with none. Heads up, this is a longer than normal chapter too.

Happy reading! :)

Almost three weeks had passed since Angela and Hodgins had discussed their new addition to the family. School was getting ready to start back up and for Michael, this meant preparing for his very first day of kindergarten.

"I can't believe Michael's going to be starting school this year," Brennan said as she and Angela watched their kids climbing into the tree-house Hodgins had built for Michael right after he was born.

"I know! It seems like just yesterday I was holding him in my arms for the very first time." Angela sniffed a bit, her pregnancy hormones acting up. But she kept it until control, not wanting to lead Brennan to any assumptions.

"Mommy mommy mommy!" Kevin yelled, running over to Brennan, his little face all red.

Brennan sighed. She could see the tears that were about to come. "What is it sweetie?"

He was clinging to her leg now and she could feel the wetness from his tears on her pants leg. "Mikey and Risa are playing a game and they won't let me play!" he wailed, burying his head into Brennan's knee.

Angela looked over at Brennan desperately trying to comfort her son and stood up, "I'll take care of it Bren."

Brennan mouthed a silent 'thank you' as she watched Angela head for the tree house. "Come here baby," she said, lifting Kevin into her lap. "It's okay Kev. Auntie Angela's going to fix it and then you go back to playing and having fun. Okay?"

He stopped crying but only nodded before leaning his head on her chest again.

"Michael, Karissa you still in there?" Angela called out as she slowly climbed up the ladder of the tree house.

Michael poked his head through the sheet that made up the door. "Hi Mommy! Are you coming to play with us?"

She smiled, "No honey not today. How come you won't let Kev play with you guys?"

"He wants to play trucks. Me and Mikey pretendin to be scientists!" Rissa spoke up from behind Michael.

"Are you now? Well that sounds like fun, but maybe you could play with the trucks for a bit so that Kevin doesn't feel left out okay? Or even better, Michael why don't you go see if Daddy will let you guys go swimming?"

His eyes lit up. They hadn't gotten to go swimming that much that summer as they had all just learned how to swim recently and were still getting the hang of it. Hodgins and Booth insisted on playing lifeguard when they were in the pool, even though they were still restricted to the shallow end. "Cool! Rissa do you have your swimsuit?" he asked, scrambling down the ladder.

"Mommy has it!" she replied as she followed him down.

Angela just shook her head and laughed. God only knew why children found swimming to be such a fun activity. She for one didn't much like it. Her hair would always be so tangled and the chemicals Hodgins used made it smell like bleach.

She started climbing down the ladder, not really paying attention where she was going. Seconds later a screamed "Damn it!" was heard and then a loud thud.

Michael heard it and rushed over to where his mother lay flat on the ground, holding a wrist that didn't quite look right. "Mommy are you okay?" he asked, kneeling down next to her, an extremely worried look on his face.

"I'm okay baby," she said, trying to keep the pain out of her voice. "Can you please do mommy a favor and get Auntie Brennan for me?"

"Okay," he mumbled, still looking frightened.

"Auntie Brennan! Auntie Brennan! Mommy fell off the tree-house ladder. I think she got a booboo." He was bawling now.

Brennan pulled him against her, running her fingers through his hair. "Hodgins!" she yelled through the open sliding glass door.

He and Booth came running over, "What? What's wrong?"

"Angela fell off the tree-house ladder. Michael says she might be hurt." Hodgins was already running in the direction of the tree house before she even finished the sentence. "Booth could you watch the kids for a minute? I'm going to go help Hodgins."

When she got to the tree-house, Hodgins was already kneeling beside Angela, but she wasn't doing a whole lot of moving.

"Oh my god! Angela are you okay?" she cried out.

Angela gave her a weak smile, "Yeah I'm okay. I got the wind knocked out of me pretty bad though and I'm pretty sure my wrist is broken."

"Nothing else hurts Ange?" Hodgins asked. She shook her head, "What about the baby?"

Brennan couldn't keep the gasp from escaping her, "You're pregnant Ange?"

She nodded, "Yeah. 10 weeks now. I know you're not that kind of doctor Bren, but can you tell if the baby's okay?" The worry was written clearly all over her face.

"If you are not experiencing any other pain besides your wrist, I would say that the baby is fine. But, you should still go to the hospital and get checked out. You will definitely need a cast for that wrist; it's a pretty bad break."

"Don't I know it," grumbled Angela, sitting up now, careful not to jostle her wrist.

"How did this even happen Angie?" Hodgins asked, still not convinced that his wife was okay.

"I was climbing down after telling Mikey and Risa to include Kev and I guess I wasn't really paying attention. I completely missed one of the upper rungs and well you know the rest." He opened his mouth to respond but she cut him off, "Yeah yeah I know. I'm pregnant and I should be more careful now. Blah blah blah... I get it Hodgins, but really I'm fine."

He rolled his eyes, "Tell that to your wrist. Come on; let's get you to the hospital." He and Brennan helped her to her feet seeing as she was cradling her bad wrist with her good arm.

"Can you bring Michael to the hospital Bren? I don't want him to see me in pain."

"Of course Ange, but you might want to make sure he knows that you're not dying. He was pretty upset when he found me."

She sighed, "Yeah good point Sweetie. We still haven't even told him that I'm pregnant yet."

"How about I bring him by the car to see you before you guys leave? And then we'll stop for some lunch before we come to the hospital," Brennan suggested.

"Thank you so much Bren. You're the best." Brennan nodded and went back to the house. Angela and Hodgins started walking towards the garage when she accidentally hit her arm against her side, "Damn it that hurts!"

Hodgins chuckled and she glared at him. "This is NOT a laughing matter Hodgins! I am in pain!"

"Sorry babe, you're just too adorable when you pout." He smirked at her, jogging up ahead before she could stomp on his foot or something.

"Just get me to the damn hospital!"

"Alright alright!" he said, opening the passenger door for her, "Try not to move your wrist at all Ange."

"Yeah, like I haven't figured that out already," she muttered, gingerly climbing into the red Mini Cooper.

Hodgins sighed, "Man I did not miss the hormones at all."

"What was that babe?" she asked.

Not knowing if she had actually heard what he had said he decided just to play it off, hoping that she hadn't. "Oh what? Me? I didn't say anything," he said, fumbling over his words, praying she didn't notice.

Lucky for him, Michael chose this moment to burst into the room, tears rolling down his face. "Mommy mommy! Are you gonna die?" he asked, running towards the open passenger door. Hodgins caught him and grabbed him before he could inadvertently damage Angela's wrist even more by accidentally landing on it.

"Aww baby. I'm not going to die, I promise. Mommy just hurt her wrist a bit. Daddy's going to take me to the hospital and the doctors are going to make it all better like they did when you were sick," she assured him.

He looked a little less scared but still a bit worried.

She sighed, amazed at how like his father her son was. "Come here Mikey."

Hodgins looked her way, "Are you sure Angie?"

"Yeah it's fine."

Hodgins still looked unsure but reluctantly released his son, but not without a warning first, "Be careful of Mommy's wrist Michael. No rough housing okay?"

Michael nodded before carefully climbing into Angela's lap.

"See? I'm fine," she told him, rubbing his back with her good arm. "Now be good for Auntie Brennan and Uncle Booth okay? They're going to bring you by to see me in a little while."

He nodded before wrapping his arms around her neck.

She gently kissed the top of his head. "I love you Michael."

"I love you too Mommy. I hope you feel better," he replied, climbing out of the car and heading back towards the door into the house.

"What, no goodbye for Daddy?" Hodgins teased, kneeling down with his arms open.

Michael smiled, his cute little dimples flashing as he ran into Hodgins' arms. "Love you Daddy."

"I love you too buddy. Be good!" he called, watching him disappear into the house. He turned back to Angela, who was sitting in the car bawling her eyes out. "Does something else hurt?" he asked, instantly confused.

"No, no I'm fine," she sniffed, "I-I just love seeing you with him. My wonderful husband and the amazing son we created together. Just wow." She dabbed at her eyes, "Sorry I guess my hormones are finally catching up to the pregnancy."

He just smiled, "Come on; let's get you to the hospital." He started the car and turned around to back up.

A little while later

"Hi my wife had a fall today and we're pretty sure she broke her wrist, but she's also 10 weeks pregnant and we want to make sure the baby's okay," Hodgins told the lady working the front desk in Emergency.

"Okay sir. If you'll just fill out these papers, someone will be right out to get you."

"Thank you so much." He sat down next to Angela and began to fill out the papers. Noticing that she hadn't spoken a word since they got there he turned to her, "You doing okay babe?"

The sound of his voice startled her out of some daydream, "What? Oh yeah I'm okay right now."

"Anything else on your mind? He asked, putting the pen down.

"Not really, just thinking about the baby, Michael, you."

He brought the paperwork back to the receptionist, "You gave me quite a scare today you know. When I saw you lying there not moving, I thought you had broken your back, or worse."

"I'm sorry Jack. I promise I'll be more careful from now on."

He touched her cheek, "Good."

"Mrs. Hodgins?" a voice called from the doorway.

The couple looked up to see a doctor with a clipboard in his hands looking around the room. "Right here," Hodgins replied, grabbing Angela's good hand and leading her over.

"Follow me please."

The doctor, who had introduced himself as Dr. Graham, insisted that Angela sit on the hospital bed much to her chagrin. "So what exactly happened Mrs. Hodgins?"

"Please call me Angela. Well I was climbing down my son's tree-house ladder and I missed a rung and fell."

"Ahh I see. How did you land?"

"I guess I put my left wrist out to break my fall but mostly my back. I got the wind knocked out of me."

"Hmm. Well I can tell right now that your wrist is definitely broken. I'll take x-rays later to see just how badly, but right now I'm going to go get an ultrasound machine and we're going to make sure everything is okay with your baby. You said you are about 10 weeks along correct?"

"That's right. Thank you Dr. Graham."

"If it's okay, I'm going to hold off of the painkillers until after the ultrasound so you can be lucid to see your baby."

Angela laughed. "Yes, that's fine," she replied as he went to get the ultrasound machine.

"Are you sure you don't want something for the pain Ange? Because I don't know that looks like it hurts like a bitch," Hodgins said, pointing to Angela's weirdly twisted wrist.

"Honey you do not know the meaning of pain until you are in labor and give birth to an actual human being. Trust me, I'm fine. Besides, I want to be able to see the baby without being all drugged up." She reached for his hand, smiling as if to reassure him.

"If you say so Ange."

"Okay, who's ready to see a baby?" Dr. Graham asked, wheeling in the ultrasound machine.

Angela and Hodgins both laughed.

"Alright Angela could you please lift your shirt or better yet, let Mr. Hodgins do it, I don't want you to move your wrist."

"It's actually Dr. Hodgins, but it's fine," Hodgins said, pulling up Angela's shirt up to rest just below her breasts.

Angela rolled her eyes, "Great, here we go again," she muttered under her breath.

"Oh I'm sorry. What are you a doctor of since it's probably safe to assume not of medicine?" Dr. Graham asked, squeezing out the gel onto Angela's stomach. "This is going to be a little cold, sorry."

"Entomology. We both work with the FBI solving murders."

"Wow, very cool, very cool." He was silent now, moving the transducer around to get a clear image.

"You don't have to humor him you know. Dealing with dead people all day long is not exactly something most people want to hear about." Angela told the doctor, receiving a glare from Hodgins.

"Oh no no. I really do find it interesting. You see I was thinking about becoming a police officer before I decided to go to medical school." He paused, "Okay, here is your baby. Everything looks good, it seems like your baby is doing just fine."

The couple both breathed out sighs of relief, "Oh thank god.' Angela said.

"Will this be your second child?"

"Yes. We have a four year old son, Michael," Hodgins answered, seeing that Angela was about to get all emotional again.

"Angela? I'm going to give you some painkillers now and then I'm going to x-ray your wrist. However, there's absolutely no way you're going to be able to get a cast today; we have to wait until the swelling goes down. So unless it's a really bad break that requires surgery, you will have to have it wrapped up and in a sling for a couple days."

Angela groaned, "Thank god, it's my left wrist. Otherwise I just might go crazy." Dr. Graham gave her a funny look, "Oh, I'm an artist; drawing is kind of a big part of my life and my job."

"I see. Here are two Vicodin and I'm going to go ahead and write a prescription ahead of time for some more." He handed Angela the two small pills and a cup of water and gave Jack the prescription to hold onto. "Alright Angela I'm going put this vest over you. Dr. Hodgins you're going to have to wait outside."

Hodgins reluctantly stalked out of the room, wanting to be in there holding his wife's hand.

"Can you put your wrist on the x-ray machine please?" He clicked a few buttons, "And turn it over. This one's probably going to hurt."

Angela winced as she held her wrist in place.

"Alright all done. I'll be back shortly with the diagnosis."

Hodgins came back into the room, taking his place by her side.

"Hey," she mumbled softly.

"Hey yourself beautiful. Did the painkillers kick in yet?" he asked, well aware that they had from the look on her face.

"I don't know, but that doctor sure is beautiful. Nice ass too, although not as nice as yours babe. You look sexy, what's the occasion? Wait, wait don't tell me! Is it my birthday?" Her words were slurred, making it hard to understand what she was saying, but Hodgins got the gist of it.

"Angie, I'm wearing a t-shirt and jeans and no it is not your birthday."

"Oh, well you still look sexy," she rambled and her eyes lit up as Dr. Graham came back in, "Look honey!" she lightly hit Hodgins a few times on the arm, "The handsome doctor's back!"

"I see the painkillers are kicking in. She did only take two didn't she?"

"Yeah, but Angela's never really had a good reaction to drugs. Painkillers make her loopier than they should, sleeping pills make her alert, and energy drinks sometimes just put her to sleep. It's pretty freaky."

Dr. Graham laughed. "Well it looks like your wife suffered multiple fractures of her radius. She's not going to need surgery but she will need to have a cast on for about 6 to 8 weeks. I'm going to give you the name of an orthopedic doctor. You're going to need to set up an appointment for two days from now." He handed Hodgins a sheet of paper with all the information printed out on it along with his own business card in case they had any more questions and then went to wrap up Angela's arm and fit her with a sling.

"Daddy daddy!" screamed a voice as Michael ran into the room straight at his father's legs.

"Hey Mikey! Can we use our inside voices please?" Michael stopped shouting. "Michael, this is Dr. Graham, he's the doctor who's helping your mommy feel better."

Michael tugged on the man's lab coat, "Did you make my mommy's booboo go away?" he asked.

Dr. Graham knelt down, "Your mom's not in pain anymore, but she's going to have a cast on her wrist that way the bones can heal properly."

"Oh." He thought for a second, "Daddy what's a cast?"

Hodgins sighed nodding to Dr. Graham as he quietly excused himself, "Michael, remember when you hurt your finger at soccer? Well that splint we had on it is kind of what a cast is. It makes sure it's doesn't get anymore hurt while it heals."

"So Mommy won't be able to move her arm?" he asked, curiously.

Hodgins was amazed he had been able to follow along and then make his own connections. But he knew it shouldn't have surprised him, Michael was advanced for his age, starting kindergarten a year earlier than the rest of the kids his age. "She'll only have the bottom half where her wrist is in the cast so she'll still be able to wave and hug you and other stuff."

"Okay. Is she awake?"

"Yeah buddy, but she's going to seem kind of crazy so don't get scared. It's the drugs talking." He lifted his son up onto the bed beside Angela, who was mumbling away to herself.

"Hi Mommy," Michael said, tentatively.

"Oh! Hi Mikey! What's up baby?"

"I get to go to Uncle Booth an Aunt Brennan's house tonight and have a sleepover with Kev and Rissa!" he told her, bouncing up and down on the bed.

"That's so cool! Be good for your aunt and uncle okay?"

He nodded, "Mommy why is your shirt lifted?" he asked noticing that Angela had forgotten to pull her shirt back down after the ultrasound.

"Oh we were checking on the baby," she said, nonchalantly, forgetting who she was talking to in her drugged drowsiness.

"Baby? What baby? I'm the baby. Daddy what is Mommy talking about?"

Hodgins silently cursed. This was definitely not how they had envisioned telling their son that he was going to be a big brother. He gritted his teeth, knowing that Angela was not to blame. "This is going to be really hard to understand Michael, but there's a baby growing instead Mommy's tummy. When it's time, he or she will be born and you will get to be a big brother."

"Whoaaa! How long do I gotta wait?"

Hodgins picked him up off the bed and sat him down on one of the chairs. "We will all take later about this Michael okay? But right now you're going to go with Auntie Brennan and Uncle Booth and have lots of fun. Tell Mommy goodbye."

"Bye Mommy!"

"Goodbye baby, I love you!"

Hodgins took his son's hand and led him out into the hallway where Brennan, Booth, Kevin, and Karissa stood waiting. With a kiss on the cheek, he sent Michael to go to Kev and Rissa, who were playing some kind of game with Booth.

"How is she? Is the baby okay?" Brennan asked.

"The baby's fine, thank god and Angela is too, now that she has her painkillers. She pretty much told Michael that she was pregnant out of the blue."

Brennan's eyes went wide, "Oh they gave her Vicodin didn't they."

Hodgins just nodded, "Thank you for taking Michael for the night."

"Not an issue Hodgins. You and Angela are like family to us. Besides, Kevin and Karissa need someone to entertain them." She laughed, waving goodbye.

"Jack! Jack!" Angela yelled from inside the room.

"What is it Ange? Are you okay?" he asked, rushing back in.

"Can we go home now? I'm sleepy."

He breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that nothing else was wrong, "Yeah we can go home now babe. We just have to wait for the wheelchair."

"Why a wheelchair? I can walk!" she protested, attempting to prove her point by getting to her feet. She wobbled dangerously, finally tipping over into Hodgins' arms. "Oh, maybe a wheelchair is a good idea after all."

"Mhmmm." He guided her gently back onto the bed just as Dr. Graham came strolling into the room with a wheelchair.

"Alright Angela. Looks like you're all set to leave. Dr. Hodgins you're going to want to keep her off the Vicodin unless she's really in pain. Because she is pregnant, I don't want to take the chance of her developing a dependency."

"Will do Doc," Hodgins replied, helping his wife into the wheelchair. "Thank you so much and it was very nice to meet you."

"Ditto, I'm just sorry it was due to an injury. Take care of yourselves!"

"Bye Dr. Handsome!" Angela yelled after his retreating figure, giggling like a teenage girl.

Hodgins rolled his eyes. This was going to be a long two days until she got her cast. If he thought dealing with an inquisitive four year old was difficult, dealing with a drugged up, pregnant Angela was going to be much more of a challenge.

Well there it is. This was actually the first chapter where I didn't know what was going to happen. I literally just started writing and this is what came to me. My medical stuff is probably really off, but I did do a little research so hopefully it's believable.

For those of you who want updates to come quicker, reviews really do motivate me to set aside some time to write a new chapter. I mean I don't even care if you're saying you hated the chapter. Hey that helps me become a better writer. Otherwise I'm writing whenever I have the time, which believe me, is not very often between school and my horses. But I will keep doing my best. Thank you all so much for your continued support :)

-Willie