Alright so I lied, the other members of the Squint Squad will not be finding out today, but I promise next chapter they definitely will. I just started writing and I realized there was so much I could do with the whole cast situation. I probably could've added it in but I didn't want to make this too too long or rush it.

This chapter might seem a bit rough because I usually go over and tweak some things, but I wanted to get this out there as soon as I possibly could since you guys have been so supportive. Anyways, please do enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I keep forgetting about this stupid thing. I don't own Bones or any of its characters, however I do own my plots and any original characters I make.

Hodgins walked into the bedroom to see Angela curled up on her side, leaning on the arm not in a sling, the other arm pressed awkwardly to her chest. He smiled. This was the most peaceful she had looked since they found out that she was pregnant. Easing himself gently onto the bed next to her, he pushed stray strands of hair behind her ear. She stirred a bit, but did not wake up until he lightly pressed a kiss to her lips.

"Mhhh what time is it?" she mumbled, not yet opening her eyes.

"You don't even look to see if it's your husband kissing you instead of some random dude?" Hodgins asked, feigning shock.

She opened her eyes, "I know how you smell babe. Besides, no one else would dare kiss me."

He chuckled, "True. How are you feeling? Any better?"

She sat up, squinting her eyes at her heavily wrapped left arm. "Ughh. Yeah definitely better, but I'm so drowsy. Did they give me Vicodin or something?"

"Yes. You don't remember anything?" he asked, hoping that he would not have to be the one to tell her that she blurted out their big news to Michael.

"No. I remember getting to the hospital and then the doctor said the baby was okay and that's about it."

"So you don't remember seeing Michael at all?"

She looked confused, "Nooo. Why? He's okay isn't he?" She tried to get out of the bed, but his hands gently held her from doing so. "Oh wait he's not even here is he?"

"Yeah he's here. I just had Booth drop him off here after dinner. I didn't think he was ready for a sleepover yet. And don't worry, he's fine."

"Oh ok, then why…" A horrific look came across her face and her mouth dropped wide open, "Oh my god I told him about the baby didn't I?" He didn't even need to say anything to confirm what she said. "Damn it! I thought that was just a dream! Babe you must hate me. I am sooo sorry!" She collapsed back onto the pillows, her good hand covering her face.

"Angie, Angie you need to calm down. It's not good for the baby."

She took a deep breathe and opened her eyes appearing much calmer.

"Good," he said, taking her hand, "Now how in the world could I ever hate you? We needed to tell him anyways so it's not like it's a big deal. Yes, it wasn't the best timing, but it's not like you intentionally did it. You were drugged up."

"Why did you let them give me Vicodin?" she moaned.

"If you recall, you were in a lot of pain. And this is coming from a woman who usually just shrugs off injuries and sickness."

"But still… God I am not taking anymore, I'll tell you that right now. Pain or not, I will certainly survive."

"Ange…" he started.

She shook her head, "Uh uh no way Hodgins. I get a cast in two days and this stupid sling will do just fine to keep me from further injuring it."

"Alright whatever you say," he replied, giving in, knowing that there really was no sense in arguing with her especially about this. "Do you want to say goodnight to Michael? I just put him to bed before I came in."

Her eyes lit up, "Of course." She carefully got out of the bed, heading towards the door before turning back to him, "Come with me?"

"You bet babe."

He took her hand, leading her into Michael's room. The little boy was fast asleep in his bed, curled into a ball with the blankets pulled up to his chin. The sweetest smile was on his face, clearly dreaming a good dream.

Angela knelt down next to the bed and stroked the short curly hair upon her son's head, a huge smile on her face. He sighed in his sleep as she pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Look what we made Jack," she whispered, turning around to face him, her eyes glassy.

He didn't say a word, instead pulling her to her feet and letting her rest her head on his chest. "He's beautiful isn't he?"

She nodded. "Jack?" she asked tentatively.

"Mhmm?"

"I'm glad we're having another baby, I really am." She pulled his hand onto her stomach and rested hers on top, the first time she had done so during this second pregnancy.

"Me too Ange, me too," he murmured.

Silence filled the room; neither of them dared to halt the moment. Finally, Jack pulled his hand away. "Come on let's go to bed. You're probably exhausted."

"Just a little bit," she lied, struggling just to keep her eyes open.

He smirked, seeing this. Angela was never one to really admit when she was hungry or tired.

Flashback

"I can't believe he's finally asleep." Hodgins said, collapsing onto the bed, Angela following him.

"Shhh," she whispered, putting a finger to his lips, "Don't jinx it."

He chuckled softly, "Come here."

She shimmied her way closer to him, his lips immediately on hers, stealing a quick but passionate kiss. "Mmmm, love you Ange."

"I love you too Jack," she murmured, her hands now dangerously close to the buckle on his belt. She grinned deviously at him and unbuckled them, raising her eyebrows in an obvious question.

"You don't want to eat anything Angie? I mean as much as I'd love to make love to my beautiful wife, neither one of us has eaten a thing since lunch almost 8 hours ago."

She hungrily attacked his lips, preventing his from continuing. "Shut up Hodgins. Our 3 week old son is finally asleep and I would very much like to have sex with you seeing as it's been, well, 3 weeks."

"Are- you- sure?" he asked in between kisses.

She rolled her eyes. He most certainly had a knack for ruining the moment. "Yes honey. The doctor cleared me today."

That was all he needed to hear, sweeping her up in his arms and bearing down on her with ravenous kisses. It had just about killed him being 'celibate' for the last three weeks when during her pregnancy, they had made love at least once every day if not more as she got closer to delivering. Now his wife was practically begging him for sex. Who was he to say no?

He stopped kissing her momentarily to allow her to slip out of her flowing top. His hands roamed all over her body, finally resting on her now flat stomach. Over the last 5 to 6 months he had grown used to the small and then burgeoning bump of her stomach. Now, it seemed strange to see her back to normal.

She sensed his thoughts through his body language. "What?" she asked softly.

"I miss you being pregnant," he admitted.

She laughed, "That makes one of us. I definitely do not miss looking like an oversized elephant one bit."

"You don't even miss feeling the kicks and movements?"

"Well that part was nice, except when I was kept up all night long at soccer practice. But, it's nice to have my body back." She paused, revising her statement, "Well, almost back."

"You look gorgeous Angie. Every bit as beautiful as you did the very first day I met you," he said, his lips now on her collarbone.

She scoffed, "Please babe. I still haven't lost all of the baby weight yet."

He looked up at her, raising his eyebrows, "Babe, I think you're kidding yourself. If you lost anymore weight, people would think you'd gone anorexic or bulimic." Her stomach chose this moment to growl a bit. "Are you sure you don't want something to eat?"

"I'm fine, totally not hungry. Why are we even talking?"

"You tell me, you're the one who asked me a question." His eyes glinted with a bit of evil now, daring her to deny it.

She responded not with words, but by literally ripping his t-shirt off his body, a growl in her throat.

"Hey!" he protested but she just shrugged, "It was ratty old thing and you know it." Her lips left a trail of kisses from his pecks across each of his arms and finally down his pretty rock-solid abs. "Pants off now!" she ordered.

He was only too happy to comply, loving the times when she decided to take charge in the bedroom. His hands free now, he began tugging at her jeans, his lips meeting hers once again.

She gasped into his mouth before abruptly sighing and sitting up.

"What did I do?" he asked, clearly confused. "Are you okay?"

"Goddammit!" she swore, "I am so hungry I can barely concentrate."

He burst out laughing and she slapped him, but that only made him laugh even more.

"Seriously babe? What are you twelve?"

"Sorry, sorry. It's just typical Angela, never wanting to admit that she needs something."

"Yeah yeah yeah. Come on, help me make something." She reached into the dresser drawer and pulled one of his button-down shirts on over her bra and panties. She tugged at his hand, trying to get him out of the bed.

"Ange, you can't just get a guy worked up and then ask him to immediately cook something."

She frowned at him, "What are you talking about?" She asked, before it finally dawned on her, "Ohhhh!"

"Mhmmm. I'll just meet you downstairs in a few okay?"

She nodded, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. "Sorry about that babe."

"You can make it up to me later." He winked at her as she made to open the door.

"Oh don't forget to bring down the baby monitor when you come down. Michael will probably be waking up for a feeding soon," she reminded him, poking her head back into the door.

He sighed, knowing that their one chance for a much needed bedroom reunion had most likely already passed. No way would Michael stay asleep for this long again in the same night.

"Angela!" Hodgins yelled up the stairs, "Angie come on! We're gonna be late!" He sighed when he got no response, trudging up the stairs and into their bedroom.

Angela stood in front of the huge mirror in just a pair of jeans and a bra, hopelessly trying to fit a t-shirt over her immobilized arm.

He just shook his head and laughed and she jumped, startled to see him standing in the doorway, casually leaning against the frame.

"Help?" she begged, throwing him a pitiful look.

"Alright, first things first, you're never going to be able to get that shirt on without taking off the sling," he told her, helping her slip out of it. "Now try." When she finally got the shirt on he looked curiously at it, "Is that my shirt?"

She smiled sheepishly, "I couldn't get any of mine on, so I decided to try yours."

He laughed, "Come on, we're going to be late for the appointment."

"You dropped Michael off at the pre-school right?"

"Yes Ange. His last day; next week he starts kindergarten."

Her jaw dropped practically to the ground, "Oh my god! I forgot! Wow our little boy is growing up Jack."

He saw the tears forming in her eyes and rushed to try and stop them. "Don't cry Angie. This is a good thing."

She laughed, "I know. Sorry, I don't know I've been like this lately. I was no where near as emotional when I was pregnant with Michael."

"Every pregnancy is different," Hodgins recited.

She glared at him, "What did you scour all my pregnancy books while I wasn't looking or something?"

He looked away, grinning. "Maybeee. Come on let's go get you a cast!" he said enthusiastically.

Angela forced out an extremely sarcastic "Yay!" and followed him down the stairs.

At the doctor's office

"Good afternoon Mrs. Hodgins. Are you ready to get your cast?" the woman who had introduced herself as Dr. Lovitt asked, a little too enthusiastically for Angela's liking.

"Oh yeah sure. Absolutely ecstatic about it," she said sarcastically.

"Don't mind my wife. You see she's an artist and so she's upset because she won't get to paint her own cast." He sent Angela a teasing smile.

She kicked out with her leg, barely missing his knee. "Shut up Hodgins. I don't want a cast because they're big and bulky and annoying."

The doctor looked between them, unsure if they were joking around with each other or actually serious. "If it makes you feel any better, with a cast you won't be in pain anymore and it'll heal properly so you don't end up with a crooked wrist."

"Who said I was in pain?" Angela challenged and the doctor sighed, giving up.

"She's pregnant," Hodgins said simply, as if that explained everything.

"Really Jack? We haven't even told our friends yet and now you're telling some random stranger?"

"Sorry," he mumbled.

Angela sighed, knowing that this wasn't worth fighting over. She was being rather rude to the doctor anyways. "Can we just get this over with doctor?"

"Of course Mrs. Hodgins. Is there any particular color you want?"

"Ooooh get red, get red!" Hodgins was practically jumping up and down.

"Great I married a twelve-year old," Angela mumbled to herself as she looked at Hodgins, her eyebrows raised.

He shrugged, "I never had a cast as a kid. It's kind of a new experience for me."

"Red's fine."

Hodgins whooped before the death glare his wife sent his way forced him into silence. Dr. Lovitt began wrapping Angela's exposed lower arm in plastic wrap, going from her wrist all the way down to just before her elbow. A strip of duct tape held it all in place and then the wet strips of reddish fiberglass were wrapped around the plastic wrap.

"This is probably going to be uncomfortable today just because it may feel a little tight, but it will go away. I'm going to have to move your wrist back a bit to get it in place." She pushed back on Angela's wrist a little and Angela winced, closing her eyes.

Hodgins rubbed his wife's leg in support. He hated seeing her in pain, but he had to admit, this whole process was ridiculously cool. If he could break something just to see what it felt like to have a cast put on, he probably would.

"Alright all done! This is waterproof so you can take a shower and go swimming. Don't put anything in the cast-" Angela cut her off, "Yes I know. This is not my first broken bone."

"Okay then. The nurse will be with some papers for you and then you can go." She exited the room.

"You never told me you've broken something before."

She shrugged, "I guess it never came up. It wasn't a big deal. I fell off the stage when my dad was rehearsing and broke my ankle."

"Oh wow. Hey so do you think we should tell everyone else about the pregnancy now?"

"Booth and Brennan already know, Michael knows, I don't see why not. I'm 10 weeks along, that's close enough to 12."

"Cool! Maybe we can-"

"No, no big parties or get togethers. We'll just tell each of them separately." He started to protest but she just shook her head, "No, I don't want to see all of their shocked, worried faces at the same time. That would be too much."

"Okay Ange. Ready to show off your brand-spanking new cast to Michael?" he asked, standing up and helping her off the examination table.

"I thought we had to wait for the nurse?"

"Yeah we'll I'm tired of waiting. They just want us to make an appointment to take the cast off. We can do that at the front desk."

"Alright." She tested the hand with the cast on it, allowing it to drop to her side, "Wow that's heavier than I expected."

He laughed, "Yeah watch where you swing that thing; you could probably make a dent in a wall or something."

"Ha ha, you're hilarious babe," she said, clearly in a better mood now that she wasn't in pain as she leaned in to kiss him, a smile still on her face.

He sighed in content. "Come on let's go surprise Michael. Take him out to a late lunch and a movie or something."

"Sounds perfect."

A little while later

Angela, Hodgins, and Michael were all sitting down to a late lunch at the diner. Michael had been quiet the entire ride over and they were just bracing for the questions sure to come. They hadn't talked much more about the baby and he hadn't asked anything about it yet.

"Mommy?" Michael asked.

She took a deep breathe, attempting to come up with an on-the-spot explanation of sex for a four-year old. "Yes baby?"

"Can I sign your cast?"

She smiled and heard her husband let out a sigh of relief next to her. "Of course you can Mikey. Here's a marker." She handed her son a permanent marker and then motioned to her husband. "Help him Jack."

He put his hand behind his son's on the marker, gently guiding it as he laboriously wrote out the letters of his name on the cast.

Angela admired her son's handiwork. "Wow that's really good sweetie. I don't think I can let anyone else sign it; it won't be nearly as good as yours."

He giggled, "Does Daddy get to sign it?"

"Hmmm, I don't know. Should we let him sign it Mikey?" She looked over at her husband who was pouting now. "I'm only teasing babe, you can sign it."

Launching himself out of his seat, he grabbed the marker and scribbled on the cast for what appeared to be at least five minutes.

"Did you leave out twenty middle names or something when we got married?" Angela asked, shooting him a quizzical look.

He just grinned, going back to his work before allowing her to see it.

She looked her cast up and down before finding his words. He had taken the time to write not just his name, but a message as well. It read 'Babe, I'm so glad we finally found our way back to one another. I honestly don't know what I would do without you and Michael in my life. I love you soooo much! Your loving husband, Jack.'

"Jack…" she whispered his name, gently caressing his cheek and they moved closer together, their lips just about to touch before a little giggle was heard across the table. They both looked around confused, before remembering that Michael was there with them.

"What's so funny buddy?" Jack asked, coming around to Michael's side of the booth and attacking him with tickles. "I gotcha!"

"Stop! Daddy noooo!" Michael laughed, slipping underneath the table and running towards the door.

Hodgins swept his son over his shoulder, both of them laughing now. He looked back at Angela who was still seated. "You coming babe?"

"Yeah, I'll meet you at the car. I have to pee for like the 20th time today. Please be careful!"

He chuckled, amused by her annoyance before running out with Michael still on his shoulders.

Angela shook her head. Only Hodgins thought that tickle wars were ridiculously fun, just because he himself wasn't all that ticklish. But she knew that he pretended he was so Michael could win every once in awhile. Michael really had the best father in the world.

Oh just some background information for the next chapter, in this fic Michael was born in July, the twins in March and we are currently in early September, preparing for the start of school. And in case you guys didn't notice I changed Daisy and Sweets' wedding to fall instead of spring so that will be coming up as well.

A lot of you make think this is taking forever to develop and truthfully it is. But I don't want to skip over anything and I believe it's important for you guys to see everyday life for these people as we don't really get to experience that on Bones. Speaking of Bones, who else is incredibly bummed that it won't be back until March? I, for one, am going through Bones withdrawal.

So yeah I hope that you keep reading and reviewing. And for those of you who are dying to know what will eventually happen, I won't reveal a whole lot, but if you PM I can give you teeny hints :)

Thanks so much!

Willie