Wow thank you guys sooo much for all the lovely reviews I got for the last chapter (Jkid6, 09Echo, Annie, Ciza, LibbyKate, Tj, AprilBaby95, greenplaid88, avonya). Thank you to those of you as well who may not have taken the time to review, but are still reading this story.

It is Friday and as promised, you have your next chapter. School is starting, but is there something Jack is keeping from Angela? :O

Happy reading! :)

"Mommy! Daddy!" Michael yelled and the sound of footsteps thundering down the hallway soon followed. He burst into their room, not even bothering to knock. "Get up! It's the first day of school!"

Hodgins groaned, stirring from his deep slumber. He opened his eyes to see his wife sitting straight up, attempting to concentrate on what Michael was saying. "Whoa Mikey! Slow down! How about you go play for a bit while Mommy and Daddy take showers?"

He pouted but slowly nodded his head, "Okay."

"I'll come help you find something to wear I promise," Angela told him before suddenly bolting out of bed and running for the master bathroom.

"What's wrong with Mommy?" Michael asked, cocking his head.

"Well with a baby in her tummy, sometimes Mommy gets sick." Hodgins assumed that that was why she had run to the bathroom. After all, her morning sickness had been pretty bad during the last couple of weeks, coming and going sporadically throughout the day.

"The baby makes Mommy sick?" Michael's eyes got wide.

Hodgins just laughed, "Yeah buddy, the baby does make Mommy sick."

"Bad baby! I don't like it anymore!" he declared.

"Michael, getting a baby isn't easy. Sometimes Mommy has to go through things she doesn't like, but that doesn't mean it isn't worth it. She may complain about having the baby in her belly sometimes but it's like when I say your mom is annoying. That doesn't mean I don't love her, right?"

Michael could find no fault in his father's logic. "The baby still shouldn't make Mommy sick."

"You made Mommy sick when she had you in her belly you know Michael," Hodgins informed him, finally sitting up and propping himself on the pillows.

"Nuh uh! I wouldn't do that to Mommy!" he shook his head, crossing his arms across his chest. In this moment he looked so much like Angela who did the exact same thing when she was trying to convince him that he was right about something.

"Well you did buddy, but don't worry Mommy doesn't really mind that much," he lied, trying to assure Michael that he hadn't caused his mother any unnecessary pain. "Alright go play. The sooner Mommy and Daddy take showers, the sooner you get to go to school."

Michael skipped down the hallway back to his own room, singing one of the songs Angela had sung to him every night when he was a baby.

Hodgins walked into the bathroom where Angela was currently kneeling in front of the toilet, emptying her stomach of the nice dinner they had shared last night on date night. He let out a little sigh, wishing she didn't have to go through this part of the pregnancy again. It had killed him so to see her so absolutely miserable, knowing there wasn't a single thing he could do to help.

She turned at his sigh, her eyes bloodshot and her face drained of any and all color. "Hey…" she whispered in a hoarse voice, giving him a slight smile.

"Hey Ange." He helped her up off the floor and sat down with her on the edge of the tub, his arms wrapped gently around her shoulders. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I'm just getting over the freaking bubonic plague or something. How'd you explain my uhhh abrupt departure?"

"I just told him that the baby made you sick sometimes, but that doesn't mean you don't love it. Oh I also might have mentioned that you didn't mind the throwing up bit." He shrugged at her appalled expression. "He was saying he didn't like the baby anymore so I pretty much told him that it wasn't that big of a deal because you didn't mind."

She groaned, shaking her head at him. "What am I going to do with you Jack?"

He leaned in, raising his eyebrows, "I don't know. What are you going to do with me?" he asked, a sly smile on his face.

"Haha you're hilarious babe! No, we only have like an hour and a half before we need to leave and we still need to take showers, eat breakfast, and help Michael."

He got up, closing the bathroom door and locking it before starting the shower. "Well you know things would go much quicker if we took a shower together Ange."

She thought for a second. "You know what? You are totally right. Come on! Clothes off now!"

He quickly stripped out of his pajama pants and t-shirt, taking her hand as she pulled him into the shower. His lips met hers with the same fiery longing that never seemed to be extinguished, even after five years of marriage.

"I. Hope. You know. This is. A. One-time. Thing." She told him in between kisses, but he just chuckled softly, knowing that morning sex was one of Angela's favorite things in the entire world. He knew that better than anyone else from all the times she had woken him up by attacking his lips or just straddling his body.

Twenty minutes later

"Alright Michael, what do you want to wear for your very first day of school?" Angela asked, strolling into his room, her hair still damp from the shower.

He looked up from where he sat on the floor playing with a few of his trains, his eyes sparkling in sheer delight. Angela could practically feel the excitement rolling right off him like static electricity. "Can I wear my FBI shirt?" he asked, referring to Booth's gift to Angela and Hodgins when Michael was first born. It said 'Special Agent Michael Hodgins' on the front and 'Junior FBI Agent' on the back.

"Yeah baby, go get it out of your drawer. Do you want to wear shorts or pants?"

"Umm shorts, it's hot outside," he said, giggling, apparently finding humor in the fact that it was as hot as Florida in the summer despite the fact that it was a day during a northern fall.

Angela grabbed a pair of jeans shorts and the Nike sneakers he had received for his birthday, setting them on the bed next to the shirt Michael had picked out. "Okay, get ready. Daddy's making pancakes, bacon, and toast!"

Michael looked a bit worried, "Can you make sure he doesn't burn it again Mommy? That tasted gross last time."

She laughed, kissing her son's cheek before closing the door behind her. She was glad she wasn't the only one who found Hodgins' cooking to be quite appalling at times. Half the time he turned on the TV in the living room and forgot about whatever he was cooking and so burned it. And then half the time he just had absolutely no idea what he was doing. There was the rare occurrence when everything went according to plan however, but it usually with the harder stuff to make more so than the easy stuff.

"Michael says don't burn anything!" she called, as she came down the stairs.

"Hey! That was one time and there was a really cool program on discovery channel!" he protested, loud enough for her to hear.

She came into the kitchen, stifling a giggle as she saw the state of it. Hodgins had on one of her aprons and was running back and forth from the stove, the microwave, and the toaster. "Do you want some help babe? You look like you could use an extra hand."

"No no. I am perfectly capable of making my wife and son some breakfast. Who do you think cooked you up all those weird things you craved last time? Santa Claus?"

"I craved peanut butter and egg-salad sandwiches most of the time honey. That does not win you a cooking award in my books sorry," she half-teased, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his neck. He turned and quickly kissed her before getting back to work.

"How's Michael doing? Is he nervous?"

Angela moved to the cabinet, grabbing plates and silverware. "Ha! As if! That kid isn't nervous in the least bit. Now I can't say the same about his mother."

"He'll be fine Angie," he told her. They had discussed this last night, but Angela still couldn't seem to come to terms with it. As a mother it was totally natural for her to be a nervous wreck, but she had been practically bawling in his arms. Of course, the hormones probably had been responsible for that.

"Oh I know he will be; I'm just worried about the other kids. What if they are mean to him? What if they treat him differently because he is a year younger than them?"

"It's kindergarten babe. How bad could the kids really be?"

She quickly set the plates and silverware out on the table, contemplating what he had said. "Yeah that's true. You're right of course. What is taking Michael so long? All he had to do was get dressed; his backpack is already packed and by the front door."

"Don't know. I'll call him. Here, can you put the food on the table for me?" he asked, motioning to the plates of warm pancakes, bacon, and fresh toast. "Michael! Are you ready yet?"

"I'll be right down!" Michael yelled back and Hodgins chuckled, noticing that he didn't even bother coming out of his room to reply anymore. That soft-spoken little boy he had been for a bit was slowly turning in to an extremely opinionated and intelligent little man.

"Is he coming?" Angela asked as Hodgins walked back into the room. She was in the process of pouring orange juice for Hodgins and Michael.

"Yup. Why don't you let me do that? The smell has got to be irritating you."

She smiled gratefully at him walking away to try and calm her stomach, "Thank you Jack."

"Anything for you Angie."

At the school

Both Hodgins and Angela had decided to accompany Michael to the school and they walked up with him right between them, all holding hands. Michael was bouncing up and down and his head seemed to be on a swivel as he stared at this amazing place his parents called school.

"Alright Michael," Angela said, kneeling down, "You ready to go?"

He nodded eagerly, grinning widely.

"You remember your teacher's name right?"

"Uhhh, Mrs. Elway right?"

She smiled, "Yes buddy. Ok give Mommy a kiss."

He kissed her and then stepped forward again to give her a big warm hug.

Hodgins smiled, seeing Angela look away to try and hide her tears from her son. "Woo come here!" he yelled, grabbing Michael and twirling him around in his arms. Michael giggled, his face all lit up. "Be good buddy! We'll be back to pick you up at four okay?" He quickly kissed his son's forehead and set him down, watching him run towards some of the other kids walking up to the entrance.

"Michael walk please!" he reminded him, shaking his head. He turned to Angela who was barely keeping it together. "Ange, it's okay. He's growing up; it's a good thing."

She sniffed, walking into his open arms, "I know, I just… Our baby is a big boy now Jack. Soon he'll be going to high school and we'll be worrying about him getting some girl pregnant and then he'll be off on his own away from us."

"He's only four Angie; we've got a long way to go before we need to think about that. Besides, soon we'll have this little guy or gal to keep our mind off how big Michael is getting," he said, putting his hand lightly on her belly.

Her uncasted hand covered his own and he could tell he had said the right thing for once.

"Come on, let's get to work."

At the lab

Hodgins insisted on walking Angela to her office before heading to his, despite the fact that she had begged and pleaded with him not to treat her any differently.

"And here we are; the lovely office of my amazingly gorgeous wife, Mrs. Montenegro-Hodgins."

She rolled her eyes, "You do know that I rarely use Montenegro anymore right?"

"You said you wanted to keep your name when we got married," he pointed out, confused.

"Yeah well let's just say I have come to love the idea of being your wife. So why not be traditional and drop the Montenegro? Of course, I haven't done it for real, but everyone refers to me as Mrs. Hodgins now." She shrugged.

"Mrs. Hodgins," he said, testing it out, "I like it. I really like it." He whispered, pushing her further into the office, his lips touching hers.

"Ah ah! Hey! Excuse me, I don't care if you're married, this is still a workplace people." Cam entered the office, a file in her hands.

Angela and Hodgins broke apart, not even embarrassed that their boss had walked in on them locking lips. It wasn't a new thing; they were a couple that enjoyed showing each other affection, even at work. "Sorry Cam," Hodgins apologized, smirking at Angela who hit him lightly on the chest, "What's in the file?"

"We've got a new case. Need you to do a facial reconstruction Angela."

She took the file, "I'll get right on this."

"What happened with the copycat Gravedigger case?" Hodgins asked.

Cam sighed, "I don't really know all the details. You'd have to talk to Booth about that one." She turned to Angela, "Just come and find me when you've finished with that."

"Will do."

They watched her retreating form, rocking her usual tight skirt and heels outfit.

"Damn. I'm so gonna miss my body," Angela said.

"You'll get it back."

She put her hands on her hips, "But what if I don't? Would you be okay with that?"

He laughed, "Babe I'll love you however you look, but trust me you will. You've got the metabolism of an Olympic athlete remember?"

She just rolled her eyes pointing towards the door, "Out! I need to get started on this."

"Alright alright I'm going," he began heading towards the door before doubling back and kissing Angela goodbye. "Bye Ange." He leaned down to kiss her stomach as well. "Bye baby."

Angela was all smiles, her cheeks pink from the blush slowly creeping across. It was little things like that that Hodgins did that made her heart absolutely melt. He always went out of his way to make sure she knew how much he cared about her.

FBI Building

At the sound of a rap on the glass door to his office, Agent Seeley Booth looked up, surprised to see Hodgins. "Hey Hodgins, what're you doing here?"

Hodgins shrugged, taking a seat, "Just wanted to drop by and see what was up. Not a whole lot for me to do on this case right now."

Booth gave Hodgins a look, "Come on, why are you really here man? I mean you're a good friend, but it's not like you to just drop by."

"Alright." He fidgeted in his seat, running his hand over his head, "I guess I dropped by to see what was going on with the copycat Gravedigger."

"Thought so. Well, we don't have any solid evidence right now, so my boss made me put other cases above it priority-wise."

"Dude, that's ridiculous! The longer it takes us to solve this thing, the more people we put in danger of dying a slow horrible death." Hodgins was on his feet now, his face bright red from anger.

Booth stood up too, trying to reason with Hodgins, "I know, but what am I supposed to do? We can keep working on it when we don't have any other cases, but right now we have a murder that has a good chance of actually being solved."

Hodgins took a seat again, "I'm sorry Booth. I- I just keep having these awful dreams."

"Like the ones you had last time?" Booth asked, remembering that as Angela approached her due date, Hodgins increasingly had horrible nightmares about the Gravedigger.

"Yeah."

Flashback

The kicks of the baby woke Angela up. Smiling, she gently placed a hand on her ever-expanding belly and looked to her left, expecting to see her still sleeping husband. Instead she was greeted by an empty bed. She struggled to sit up, finally locating Hodgins leaning up against the dresser, his hands covering his face.

"Jack?" she called out cautiously.

He spun on his heels, his cheeks damp and his eyes wide with fear. "Why are you awake Ange?"

"Well this kid of yours seems very content to wake me up at ridiculous hours, practicing for his soccer tournament," she joked, hoping to at least get a smile out of him, but he just looked away as if was ashamed of something. She sighed, "That dream again?"

"Yeah, except this time Brennan's gone and it's just me in the car and I'm holding a baby. Nothing I do changes the outcome; we both end up suffocating to death." His tears came fast now and Angela motioned for him to come back to bed.

"Shhh. Honey I know." She rubbed his shoulders comfortingly, "But the Gravedigger had her brains blow apart and the baby, well the baby is fine." She dragged his hand over her bump right as the baby kicked hard to prove her point. Angela winced a little bit and he rubbed her stomach in an attempt to soothe their unborn child.

"I'm sorry Angie. I don't know why I'm having these dreams again."

"Don't apologize, it's not like you want to have these dreams. Maybe you should talk to Sweets. This can't keep happening, you need your sleep."

He sighed, "I'll drop by his office tomorrow I promise." He rolled onto his side, facing Angela, his hand stroking her cheek.

"I will always be right here when you wake up. Honey, just please try to get some rest. For us?" she begged.

"I'll try Angie."

"Good," she murmured, quickly drifting off into sweet oblivion while Hodgins continued to stare at the ceiling, too shaken to go back to sleep.

"This time though, I'm holding the new baby and Michael's in the car too. I'm just trying to reassure him that everything is going to be okay, but he is bawling, so sure that he will never see his mom again. It's bad enough having the dream where me and Brennan die instead of getting out, but now my kids are in it, the one thing I should be able to protect. My own flesh-and-blood is slowly dying with me. It's horrible; I wake up in such a sweat every time."

Booth looked at the man sitting before him, humbled by what he had had to go through. It had been different for Booth. When he was kidnapped by the Gravedigger, he was not 'buried alive' per say; he was put on a ship that was meant to explode. Hodgins and Brennan had felt themselves slowly running out of air, slowly dying. "Have you told Angela?"

Hodgins shook his head, "How can I? She's already scared enough with this baby coming, I absolutely cannot add to it."

"Hodgins, she's your wife. She deserves to know. Besides, if anyone can help you get through this, it's Angela."

"I appreciate your advice Booth and for listening to a grown man try to express his feelings."

Booth laughed, standing up to give Hodgins a guy hug. "No problem. That's what friends are for right?"

"Right. I'll see you around Booth. Are you, Brennan, and the kids still coming over for the barbeque Saturday?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world buddy."

"Cool."

Autopsy Suite

"Hey Cam I've got the facial reconstruction ready for you. I even got a hit off my database." She stopped walking, staring at the remains of their victim which currently had Cam's hands all over them. "What in the hell are you doing?"

"Taking out the organs of course."

Angela's eyes went wide and she quickly covered her mouth, sprinting to the small bathroom in the back of the office.

Cam winced, hearing Angela's groans as she emptied the contents of her stomach for the second time that day. Minutes later, the flushing of a toilet was heard along with the sink turning on.

Angela came out, ghost-white and literally shaking. "Sorry about that Cam. My stomach seems to be a lot more squeamish and irritable this time around."

Cam waved her off, "No no, it's fine. I totally understand. You're pregnant, it's a pregnancy thing, not that I would know of course, having never been pregnant my self."

Angela smiled, listening to Cam ramble. Clearly she wasn't completely comfortable discussing Angela's pregnancy just yet. "Yeah if there was one thing I didn't miss from being pregnant, it would have to be the morning sickness. When I was pregnant with Michael it seemed like I had the minimal amount of morning sickness. Now, pretty much anything sets it off, not just the morning time."

"Well all I know is, at the end they give you a baby and you get to keep it," Cam half-joked.

Angela laughed, "Oh yeah I know it's worth it. Doesn't mean I can't complain every once in awhile."

"Of course. So you said you identified our victim?"

"Oh right." She opened the file, pulling out a picture with a couple of sheets of information attached to it, "Quinton Larson, 35, employed as a mechanic at some local auto shop for the past 10 years."

"Great. Thank you Angela. I'll go call Booth."

"Hey Cam?" Angela asked, just as she was heading off to call Booth with the news, "Did Hodgins say anything to you about the copycat Gravedigger?"

"No, not that I remember. Why is something wrong?"

"No, I'm just worried about him is all." She shot Cam a smile and then went to look for her husband, a nagging sense of worry stuck with her.

This chapter really moved around a lot from place to place, but I had a lot that I wanted to say. Yay for some Cam and Booth scenes :)

Quick question for you guys. Do you actually like the flashbacks or they just stupid? I think they add to the story and make it unique, but that's just me. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

So will Hodgins tell Angela or not? Will he get the help he needs? Hmmmm who knows...

PLEASE PLEASE review!

Thank you again!

-Willie