Hey guys! It's been awhile I know. I'm really sorry about that. Stuff has been crazy for me lately. I actually had time over the summer to write, but I just wasn't in the mood to write anything that didn't have to do with rainbows and butterflies. But now that I'm in college I don't get to see my boyfriend as much so I'm not always crazy happy and was actually able to get this started up again. No guarantees on if this is actually back back but keep your fingers crossed. Anyways, enjoy!

She opened her eyes slowly, trying to adjust to the bright white light that suddenly streamed into her eyes.

"Mrs. Hodgins? Can you hear me?" an unfamiliar voice asked.

Angela tried to focus in on the voice and suddenly realized that it was the owner shining the terribly bright light into her face. She nodded her head, not yet attempting to speak.

"Can you follow the light with your eyes for me?"

Angela frowned, wondering why on earth this woman was treating her like a child, but complied with the instructions anyways.

"Good, very good."

"Where am I?" Angela rasped, her voice suddenly dry.

The woman sighed before responding, "You're in the hospital Mrs. Hodgins."

Angela looked around, finally noticing the hospital equipment around the room as well as the doctor uniform on the woman speaking to her. Then it all came rushing back to her. Michael had almost been kidnapped. Hodgins was plowed down by the copycat Gravedigger's car.

She sat up quickly, tears streaming out of her eyes, her breaths coming fast and laboriously now.

"Where are they?" she ground out, struggling to keep her composure.

"Calm down Mrs. Hodgins," the doctor said, attempting to push Angela back down into the hospital bed, but Angela slapped her arms away, a venomous look on her face.

"Where are they?" she asked again, this time in a voice that demanded an answer.

"Your son Michael received an electrical shock to his neck area, but he is fine and was just admitted for observation. Your friend Temperance Brennan, I believe it was, and her boyfriend are with him."

"And my husband?" Angela asked, noticing that the doctor had failed to mention Jack at all.

The doctor sighed again, "Your husband's shoulder was shattered when he landed on it after being hit by the car. We had to put a few pins in to hold the bones together."

Angela gasped, her hand immediately going to her mouth. "But he's going to be okay right? You fixed it?"

"Yes, the surgery was a success. Actually, the last time I checked on him, he was already awake and asking for you."

"Thank god," Angela mumbled, wiping the tears away from her eyes, "Can I see him?"

"It's usually against hospital regulation, but I suppose 5 minutes won't hurt anyone. I'm going to have to put you in a wheelchair though."

Angela was wheeled into Jack's room by one of the nurses, but immediately jumped to her feet as soon as they entered the room, much to the nurse's dismay.

"Jack!" She made to run into his arms, but crumpled into a ball on the floor at the foot of the bed.

"Ange!" He cried out, his eyes wide at the sight of his pregnant wife sprawled out of the floor.

"I need some help in here!" The nurse shouted and soon a whole team of doctors were in the room working on Angela.

Angela awoke with a groan, moving her arm without even thinking. "Ow!" she yelped, accidentally hitting it on the side of the hospital bed. She groaned again, soon realizing that she not only had an IV in her arm but also a fetal heart-rate monitor attached to her swollen stomach.

"You okay Ange?" a familiar voice asked and Angela turned abruptly, surprised to see her husband in the bed opposite her own.

"Yeah I'm fine. What happened?"

"You fainted again Angie," he told her, a look of concern all over his face.

"Oh," she said simply. "Where's Michael?"

"He's going to go stay with Brennan and Booth. They're going to bring him by to see us tomorrow morning though."

"Jeez, how long have I been out?" she wondered.

He let a small chuckle escape, "Well, the first time you woke up you had been out for a couple hours I think, enough time for me to get surgery and wake up. The second time, a little longer because they were monitoring you, trying to figure out why you keep fainting."

"Is the baby okay?" She asked, gesturing towards the fetal heart-beat monitor.

He sighed and answered honestly, "I don't know. The doctor should be in at any moment."

Angela cried out, the waterworks making another appearance, "I'm so sorry Jack, this is all my fault. If I had just gone with Michael to get the stupid walkie talkie right when he asked none of this would have happened."

"None of this is your fault Angela." He reached over with his good arm and cupped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him, "It's not your fault okay? Hey, shhhhhh, it's going to be alright, I promise."

"Excuse me? Mr. and Mrs. Hodgins?" a doctor came into the room, a clipboard in hand.

"Is our baby okay?" Angela demanded, her tear-stricken eyes peering hopefully into those of the young doctor.

"Your baby is fine, but I'm afraid you have pre-eclampsia Mrs. Hodgins."

"What-what does that mean?" Hodgins asked, taking his wife's hand.

"That means that your blood pressure is very high and it could put the baby in danger if something is not done. Now unless you get to eclampsia, we won't have to discuss delivering the baby early, but as of right now, you are going to have to go on bed-rest until you go into labor for you and the baby's safety."

Hodgins and Angela took in the news, both breathing out sighs of relief when they realized there was something that could be done to prevent any harm.

"So is that it? Just bed-rest?" Angela asked.

"Well, we're also going to want you to come in every week for an ultrasound and any other tests should they be deemed necessary. But other than that, no, if you stay on bed-rest, you should be looking at a healthy rest of your pregnancy Mrs. Hodgins."

"Thanks Doc," Hodgins said gratefully as the doctor excused herself.

"Wow," Angela murmured.

"Wow," Hodgins agreed, "How the hell are you gonna be able to be on bed-rest for the next two months?"

Angela laughed and reached over to hit him in the chest, "Shut up. I'll do it, but only because it's for the baby."

"You're going to go absolutely bonkers before you even have this kid babe," Hodgins teased, ducking another swipe from his wife, both of them knowing that things could always be worse.

The next day

"Seriously Jack? The couch is literally like 100 feet away. I think I can manage that," Angela protested, as he unfolded the borrowed hospital wheelchair, slowly due to his immobile arm.

He chuckled, simply ignoring her.

She huffed in frustration but said no more, realizing that this was not a battle she was likely to win. "Fine."

Hodgins leaned over her now seated figure and quickly kissed her mouth.

"What was that for?"

He smiled, his blue eyes shining bright as ever, "I just love you Angie, so so much."

"Awww, you're just glad I quit arguing with you aren't you?" she teased as they began the walk from the garage to the front door.

"That is quite possible," he replied, "Man, we must look like quite the pair. You're heavily pregnant and in a wheelchair and I've got bruises all over my body and this lovely sling." He laughed.

"Well no one ever said we were your typical couple did they now?"

"Good point Ange. Alrighty here we are, home sweet home. And before you ask, Booth and Brennan should be bringing Michael within the hour so don't worry." He opened the door wide before pushing her inside towards the living room and the couch.

Angela made to push herself out of the wheelchair, but the attempt was unsuccessful. She looked around, hoping that her husband hadn't seen, but of course Hodgins was staring right at her, attempting to stifle his laughter. She sighed, "Help?"

"At least you're admitting you need help now. Remember when you were pregnant with Michael and you insisted on doing everything yourself?" He shook his head at the memory.

"Oh shut up, people do it all the time."

"Yeah, people who actually have some degree of balance," he teased, in a very good mood for some reason.

Angela smiled. It was good to see him in such good spirits. Maybe things were going to start looking up from here on out. They had all been through enough; it was time the world repaid them. "Are you gonna help me or are you just gonna stand there and make fun of me?"

He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet, but before he could lead her to the couch, she wrapped her arms around his neck, careful to avoid his bad shoulder. She smiled at him, that shy smile that had captured his heart from the very first moment he saw her.

"I could stare into those eyes of yours all day long and never get bored," she murmured.

He pulled her closer, chuckling softly when her swollen abdomen got in the way. With his good hand, he cupped her chin and kissed her forehead sweetly before wrapping his arm around her in an embrace. They stood like this for awhile, enjoying the closeness that seemed to have faded a little bit during the copycat Gravedigger's run.

Eventually, Hodgins pulled back regretfully, "You really should lie down Angie."

She sighed, "I know." She settled herself down on the couch, attempting to scoot over to make room for him before realizing that it just wasn't going to happen.

"I've got an idea," he said and dragged over one of the armchairs and footrests so that he could sit next to Angela. He took her hand in his and kissed her fingertips. "I love you."

"I love you too Jack. I'm so glad this is all over."

"Me too," he leaned over, thankful now that it was his right shoulder that was injured instead of his left as this would very much have been impossible, and kissed her fiercely.

With impeccable timing the door swung wide open right as they were in the middle of their make out session.

"Angela! We're here!" Brennan called out as they all trooped in, thinking that her friend and her husband would be upstairs resting. She rounded the corner to see Hodgins quickly adjusting the buttons on his shirt and an embarrassed Angela refusing to meet her eyes. "Oh!"

Booth was right behind her and he just snickered, "Were you two just-"

"No! We were just getting ready to take a nap," Hodgins cut him off, not wanting the kids to notice.

Brennan shot Angela a look but Angela just mouthed "later" at her.

"Mommy! Daddy! I missed you so much!" Michael yelled, running into the room and jumping onto his father's lap.

"Oooph, careful Mikey," Hodgins said, wincing a little bit as Michael made contact with his damaged shoulder.

"Michael you have to be careful with your Dad okay? His shoulder is broken baby."

Michael looked at his father's arm in the sling, "Sorry Daddy."

"That's okay buddy. So did you have fun at Aunt Brennan and Uncle Booth's?"

"Mhmm. We played all kinds of games and Uncle Booth even let us stay up until 9!"

"Did he now?" Angela raised her eyebrows at Booth but he just shrugged her off.

"Yup!"

"Hey bud, why don't you take Kev and Risa to the playroom and play some more before they have to leave?" Hodgins suggested, knowing that the four of them needed to talk without the presence of children.

"Okay Daddy. Come on guys!"

The four adults watched their young children scamper out of the room, each laughing quietly.

"So the copycat Gravedigger is gone?" Angela asked, timidly.

"Yes, Claire Burk was killed instantly when Booth shot her," Brennan replied.

"And evidence found at both her apartment and her ex-girlfriend's home definitely ties all the murders to her. The case is closed," added Booth.

Hodgins let out a sigh of relief. He needed to hear those words from someone he knew and trusted before he could actually believe that the whole ordeal was over. "Thank goodness."

"It turns out, Claire Burk was in love with Heather Taffet and pretty much stalked her every move. But she didn't have half the intelligence that Heather Taffet did so she made mistakes," Booth revealed.

"I propose a toast!" Hodgins had set out a bottle of his best wine and three glasses just for this purpose before Booth and Brennan had arrived. He handed each of them a cup and Angela uncapped her water bottle. "To catching criminals!"

"To catching criminals!" The three repeated, clinking their glasses together.

Brennan cleared her throat, "I would also like to propose a toast."

"Wooo! Go for it sweetie!" Angela shouted, her face all smiles and giggles.

"To family. Without any one of you, solving this murder would have been, well I won't say impossible because I am quite brilliant in my own right, much more time consuming." She looked around the room to blank faces and sighed before repeating, "To family."

"To family."

Later

"So Angela, have you told Cam that you won't be back at work until after the baby is born?" Booth asked.

She sighed, "No, I haven't. I'm not liking the idea of you guys being without a forensic artist for so long so I was thinking of seeing if I could work from home. Use video chat and all that if need be."

"That sounds like a good idea. Your expertise is usually vital in all of our cases," Brennan responded and Angela beamed at her.

"I don't know Angela. Don't you think you should just rest?" Booth asked.

Angela rolled her eyes and shot Brennan a look, "Jeez what is with these men? Seriously, I will be lying in bed, working via webcam. There's not going to be anything strenuous about it in the least bit."

"Yeah, it's a lost cause Booth. Believe me, I tried my hardest. You might as well just stop before she threatens to cut your balls off," Hodgins told him, chuckling.

"Is that what you got threatened with man?" Booth asked, laughing when Hodgins remained silent.

"Alright alright. That's enough boys. Clearly, I WILL be working from home otherwise everyone, and that includes you Bren sorry, will be subjected to my raging pregnancy hormones, which might I add, are going to be a lot worse now that I'm pretty much only allowed to move to use the bathroom."

"Well look at the time!" Booth said, pretending to check his watch, "We really outta be heading home. Nahh I'm just kidding guys, but we really do need to be heading home, leave you guys in peace with Michael."

"Are you sure you don't want to stay for dinner?" Angela asked.

Brennan smiled, touching her friend's shoulder, "No, that's quite alright Ange. Take care of my new niece or nephew."

Angela laughed and put her hands on her rounded belly, "Will do. Bye Bren! Bye Booth! Bye Kev and Risa!" she called out as the family trooped out of the Hodgins' front door.

"Hey look who I found babe," Hodgins called, coming back into the room holding Michael upside down by his legs.

"Daddy, put me down! Put me down!" Michael protested, giggling the entire time.

"What do you say?" Hodgins asked.

"Please put me down Daddy!"

Hodgins laughed but put his son down on the couch next to the now sitting up Angela before plopping down on the other side of him.

"Mommy!" Michael yelled, snuggling into Angela's side.

Angela laughed, kissing the top of his head, "Baby, I missed you."

"I missed you too! You too Daddy!" He looked down, "I'm sorry me and Kev went down to the parking garage by ourselves. If we had just listened to you, Daddy wouldn't be hurt." He began to sniffle a little bit.

"Micheal. Mikey, hey, look at me," Angela said, "We don't blame you sweetie and you're not in trouble, just don't ever disobey your father or I ever again. Okay?"

He nodded, "Okay."

Hodgins jumped in, "But look, Michael there's something we need to talk to you about."

Angela sighed, knowing where he was going with this.

"Remember how we told you that your baby brother or sister would be here in two months?"

"Yup!" Michael said.

"Well buddy, your mom's going to have to be on bed rest until the baby comes. That means she's not going to be able to move around a whole lot and you definitely can't roughhouse with her."

Michael turned to Angela, a confused look on his face, "Why are you on bed rest Mommy?"

"My blood pressure is too high so the doctors are worried that if I get too stressed out the baby will come early," Angela responded.

"Oh and that's bad cause the baby won't be ready to be born right?"

Angela smiled at their son's intelligence, "That's right."

"But as long as she stays in bed, everything should go as scheduled. So it's your job and mine to keep Mommy from doing anything she's not supposed to do. Think you're up to it?" Hodgins winked at Angela, who was already rolling her eyes.

"You can count on me Daddy!" Michael yelled, standing up on the couch and saluting down at his father.

Both Angela and Hodgins laughed as Michael began bouncing up and down on the couch. Normally they wouldn't allow this type of behavior, but the atmosphere was just so fun-filled and relaxed. Both were simply content to enjoy their family.

"Come here little jumping bean!" Hodgins shouted, grabbing his son out of the air with one hand and put him in between him and Angela so that they both could tickle him.

"Mommy! Daddy! This is SO not fair!" Michael yelled, bursting out in hysterical giggles.

"Alright Jack, enough," Angela said, seeing her son's bright red face. "How about we play a board game? Michael, do you want to go pick one out?"

"Be right back!" He dashed up the stairs to the hallway closet where they kept all the board games.

"I missed this," Angela murmured.

Hodgins smiled, "Me too Ange, me too. It's nice to not have to worry about anything and just enjoy a nice evening with the ones you love." He leaned in for a kiss.

Angela grunted in mid-kiss, pulling back slightly.

"What is it babe?"

She rubbed her swollen belly, leaving her hand in a certain spot, "The baby is continuously kicking this one spot."

He reached over and she moved his hand to the spot. His face let up when he felt his child kick, "Wow, looks like we're going to have quite the spitfire on our hands."

"You mean another Hodgins?" Angela teased.

"We do tend to have a lot of energy, especially when it comes to the bedroom," he said slyly and winked at her.

"Oh don't I know it. How do you think I got in this state?" she asked, gesturing towards her baby bump.

"Oh, right," he said, chuckling, "I love you Angela."

She stared right back into those brilliantly blue eyes which held a spark that had been missing for quite some time, "I love you too Jack." She kissed him again, knowing in her heart that their lives could finally move on, they could finally truly live now that the copycat Gravedigger was dead and gone. Things were looking up in a world where they saw so much death and violence day in and day out.

Shoutout to those of you who have kept with me all this time and even new readers. Your support is what keeps me going, so I truly appreciate it. Once again, I'm sorry about the delay but I honestly could not tell you when a new chapter is going to come out. It could be next week, it could be in two weeks, it could be months from now. It all depends on how busy I am with school and work and my personal life and if I'm actually in the mood to write without it coming out like some freaky fairytale filled with bliss and happiness :p But thank yall again and please do take the time to review and let me know what you think. Also, new Bones episode tomorrow night guys! Who's excited? I know I am! Even though I have to wait for it to come out on Hulu on Tuesday :/ Alright peace yall, enjoy the rest of your Sunday!

-Willie :)