Hello again! This story is almost over! I'd say maybe 2 or 3 chapters possibly including an epilogue. Sorry its been so long, I've been pretty busy these past few months. But anyways enjoy!
Also, I do not own Bones or any of the characters!
He came out of their bathroom feeling refreshed after a quick shower. Angela was still fast-asleep, one leg carelessly poking out from underneath the comforter, a pillow firmly situated under her growing belly with both her hands wrapped around it protectively.
Hodgins smiled. He still had a hard time believing that Angela was having his baby for the second time despite the evidence right in front of his eyes. He couldn't wait for the day when they would welcome their son or daughter into the world.
He sat down on the bed next to her, pushing a few strands of her hair behind her ears. She began to stir, moaning softly. He chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead knowing that it was only a matter of seconds before she was fully awake.
"Mmmmm. What time is it?" she mumbled, almost incoherent.
"8:00, time to get up sleepyhead."
She groaned again and turned over to face him, holding her belly the whole time. "Why? Not like I can actually get up and do anything with my life." She glared at him as if it was his fault.
Hodgins sighed. Great it was one of those days. Lately, Angela had been pretty down. It certainly did not suit her personality to be cooped up all day long, pregnant or not. "Come on babe, don't do that. It's not like I'm the one forcing you to stay on bed-rest. Doctor's orders, nothing either of us can do about it."
Now it was her turn to sigh, "I know. I just feel so useless right now. I mean the rest of you are out there solving murders and I can't even leave the house, let alone paint."
"Angie, you're not useless," he scooted closer to her, "You're carrying this baby, our baby, and making sure he or she comes right on time." He put his hand on her baby bump, feeling their child kick hard.
"Great, now you got him going again Jack. I swear every time you touch my belly, he just goes crazy in there and doesn't let up for hours." She shifted, pulling herself up into a sitting position, looking down at her stomach.
"That's because he can't wait to finally meet his daddy," Hodgins said.
Angela smiled, "He does have a pretty amazing daddy doesn't he?"
"And an even more amazing mommy who's doing all the heavy lifting, quite literally."
She laughed, "Do you have 10 minutes to spare to cuddle with your overly hormonal pregnant wife?"
"Of course, my lady. It would be my absolute pleasure."
He crawled back into bed next to her and pulled her close, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder as she always did. Her quite extended belly ended up resting on him nowadays which he had no problem with. It allowed him to feel their baby at the same time as Angela.
"I love you Jack," she suddenly blurted out, seeming almost nervous about it.
"I love you too Ange," he replied then seeing her expression, "What?"
"Nothing. I-I-I just don't want to go through a day without telling you." She was sniffling now.
"Hey, hey. Angie, I'm not going anywhere," He attempted to reassure her.
"That doesn't mean that you won't die or I won't die. This path month that I've spent in this bed gave me a lot of time to just think. And I realized that life has a way of getting cut off much too early. We know that best because of our work. I don't want something to happen and you not know how I feel about you."
"But Ange, I know how you feel about me. You're having my baby for the second time aren't you?" He attempted to lighten the mood.
"I'm being serious Jack!" she practically wailed, her pregnancy hormones getting the best of her.
"Okay okay! Look babe you don't have to tell me that you love me for me to know it. I know just by the things you do. The way you grab onto my arm as soon as I put it around you when we're settling down for the night. The way you look at me, the way you're looking at me right now."
"You're right, you're right, of course you're right. I'm sorry, I'm just being stupid." She wiped her eyes and attempted to disentangle herself from him.
"Angela, you could never be stupid," he said softly, pulling her close again and kissing her lips with such force she suddenly forgot how to breathe.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"For what?"
"For being your amazing self. Not many people could deal with me the way you do, especially with the hormones."
He laughed, "There's nothing to deal with. You're my incredibly sexy and gorgeous wife who happens to be heavily pregnant with the next of the Hodgins boys," he teased.
She rolled her eyes, "You would have been much better off without the 'heavily' bit, but still, very nice."
He smirked, "It's all true, baby."
"Mhmmm," she just grinned, "By the way, I could just as well be heavily pregnant with the first of the Hodgins girls."
"Ahh, but now that would be a false statement wouldn't it?"
She frowned, momentarily confused, "No? Unless you know something I don't?"
"Well technically you're the first of the Hodgins girls my beautiful Angela Pearly-Gates Hodgins."
She smiled wide. "True, true, I'll give you that. Hey aren't you going to be late for work? And isn't Michael going to be late for school? Oh god, please tell me you didn't forget."
He laughed, "Of course not, he's downstairs dressed and ready to go, eating his waffles and watching some morning cartoons," He ignored the disapproving look from his wife and checked his watch, "Oh and I've got breakfast all ready for you on the end table. But we should actually get going. I'm sorry babe."
She sighed, "Its fine. I'll just lay here and watch re-runs on TV like I have been for the past month."
Hodgins grabbed a jacket out of their closet, shrugging into it with a bit of a wince, hoping Angela didn't see.
"What's wrong?" she asked, "Is your shoulder hurting?"
"No, its fine," he lied.
"Honey, come on, you're obviously in pain. I told you it was too soon to stop using the sling."
"But Ange," he whined, "It was annoying and kept getting in the way at work."
She raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips, "Boohoo, I had one too just a few months ago so that ain't gonna work on me Jack."
"I'm not wearing it," he said simply.
"Fine, but when you're 60 years old and have raging arthritis don't come crying to me."
"Ugh!" he threw his hand in the air, "You win, I'll wear it okay? Happy?"
"Yes actually I am." She smirked.
"You're lucky I love you," Hodgins said, coming back over to the bed to kiss her goodbye.
"Yeah yeah get outta here lover boy. Leave me in peace to watch my Vampire Diaries re-runs and don't you dare say anything about it being a teen show or prepare to face my wrath."
He chuckled, "Sure thing Ange." He kissed her baby bump goodbye, whispering to their unborn child, "I'm so sorry Mommy is making you listen to that crap."
Angela yanked on his hair, "Heard that."
"Figured as much," he grinned slyly and began to head out the door before poking his head back in, "Oh don't forget I'm taking the afternoon off. I will be bringing you some lunch."
"Make it Mexican please!" she shouted after him.
He groaned. More spicy food he was going to have to be subjected to. But, what Angie wanted, Angie got.
At the lab
"Hodgins, what have you got for me?" Booth asked, peering into the office where Hodgins was currently having a stare down with his computer.
"Well the mass spec is taking forever to process this evidence but I can tell you that our victim was killed about two weeks ago."
"Thanks bug man. Oh, how's Angela doing?"
Hodgins looked up and raised his eyebrows, "She's been on bed-rest for a month and she's now eight months pregnant, how do you think she's doing?"
Booth grimaced, "Good point. Are we still on for dinner Saturday at your place? Bones said she'll cook for everyone and the kids have really been bugging me to see Michael."
"Sure, yeah of course. Actually, that'd probably help cheer Angie up a bit. She's been complaining about not having any human contact besides me and Michael."
"Alright sounds like a plan then," he said and his phone beeped. He took it out of his pocket and read the message. "Well, looks like Angela has a facial reconstruction for us. You want to come with me while we video chat her? I mean you're waiting for the results anyways aren't you?"
"True, yeah and I wanna check up on her anyways. Is Wendell really on vacation this week?"
Booth chuckled, knowing just how crazy Daisy Sweets drove Hodgins and not just Hodgins, but the entire lab. At least when Wendell was there, it was somewhat manageable as they didn't just have to listen to Daisy 24/7. "Afraid so. He apparently took his girlfriend on a nice getaway."
Hodgins groaned, "Alright let's go."
He and Booth headed to Angela's office where Brennan, Cam, and Daisy were already assembled, waiting.
"Dr. Wick, please hit video chat now," Brennan requested, seeing Booth and Hodgins walk in.
"Dr. Brennan, it's actually Dr. Sweets now but I totally understand your mistake," the young woman said, practically bouncing up and down as she normally did.
Brennan rolled her eyes, "Right, well you'll excuse me if I never call you that. Having one Dr. Sweets is complicated enough."
Suddenly an image popped up on the computer screen. It was Angela, propped up on about a million pillows, talking to them through the webcam Hodgins had attached to their television.
Daisy outright giggled, Booth hid a smile, Brennan looked down at the floor, and Cam just smirked.
"What?" Angela asked, noting their strange expressions and body language. When no one answered her she asked again, "What the hell is wrong with you people? You've all see me heavily pregnant before."
Hodgins finally spoke up, "Honey, from the angle you have the webcam at, all we see is a mountain of baby bump. Your head looks tiny."
Angela rolled her eyes and sat up more, "Better?"
Hodgins shot looks at everyone and they responded, "Oh yes, much better."
Angela smirked, "You know it's not very nice to lie right to a pregnant woman's face." She raised her eyebrows.
"You still look huge Ange," Brennan blurted out, ignoring the death look Booth sent her.
Angela chuckled, "Thanks for being honest with me sweetie. Well, nothing I can do about it, pregnant fat lady at your service."
"Angela, being pregnant does not at all make you fat," Brennan told her, "You look beautiful as always."
She nodded, smiling, "Thanks for that Bren. Anyways, it looks like our guy was James Linville, 42, divorced with two kids." She pulled up the picture on the screen so the gang could see.
"Great. Thanks Ange. We'll go let his family know, come on Bones," Booth said.
"Mind if I ride along?" Sweets asked, "I can help determine if any of them should be suspects."
"Yeah yeah do whatever you want Sweets."
Booth and Brennan exited, with Sweets hot on their heels like a lost puppy.
Angela sighed a frustrated sigh, "Can you pleaaaassseee stop kicking me kid? It's been like the Olympics all morning long and I'd really appreciate some peace and quiet. You know, maybe a nap?" She looked up from where her hands were on her belly, "This is your fault Jack. You got the baby all riled up this morning and now he doesn't want to quit."
Hodgins chuckled, "What can I say? I've got magic hands." He grinned devilishly.
"Okay, too much information!" Cam interjected.
"Not like that-" Hodgins started but Cam put her hand up.
"Don't care; don't want to know about it."
"You guys are having another boy?! That's great!" Daisy squealed.
Angela rolled her eyes. She was already annoyed as it was; dealing with Daisy was not something she wanted to do at that moment. "No, Daisy, we aren't going to find out until he or she is born."
"Oh, but you said he…"
"To avoid calling our unborn child 'it.'" Angela said, her voice now dripping with annoyance.
"Okay then," Hodgins said, feeling the tension between his wife and the ever-excited Daisy Sweets. "Well thank you for that babe. You can go take that nap now if you want."
"Well it doesn't exactly matter what I want now does it? If this kid doesn't want to sleep then I sure as hell ain't gonna be getting any sleep any time soon," she grumbled.
"I'm sorry! I love you! I'll be home with lunch in a couple hours."
"Yeah, yeah, save it Hodgins," she rolled her eyes and shut off her webcam.
Cam turned to Hodgins, "Wow, is it just me or does she seem really pissy today?"
"Oh no, it's not just you. This is definitely not one of the better days. She's tired of being cooped up all day long."
"Well I don't blame her. I'd probably go crazy if I were her."
Hodgins gave her a weak smile, "I'm gonna go check on the mass spec, see if it's warmed up yet."
Cam turned to still see Daisy standing there smiling like an idiot, "Aren't you supposed to be finishing cleaning the bones Dr. Sweets?"
"Oh right. Sorry Dr. Saroyan. I'm on my way right now!"
Cam shook her head, laughing softly. Crazy and dysfunctional they may be, but her team was her family.
Later that night
Brennan had come over to the Hodgins house to spend some quality time with her best friend while Booth and Hodgins took all the kids to the movies.
Currently they were lounging on the couches in Angela and Hodgins' living room just talking.
"Sweetie he keeps asking me if I need help in the shower. I'm worried now that I've hit eight months, he's actually going to insist."
"Oh," she paused, obviously thinking, "Is that not a good thing?"
Angela rolled her eyes, "Trust me I wouldn't be complaining if we were going to have sex, not that we're actually allowed to, but no he quite literally means that he thinks I need help bathing myself. My god, I'm pregnant not handicapped. You would think he would've learned by now, this is our second baby."
"Yes, but your pregnancy is high risk so wouldn't it make sense that Hodgins worries more about you than he did when you were pregnant with Michael?"
Angela sighed, "Ugh, sweetie you are of no help. You're supposed to be on my side here."
"I'm sorry Ange. You know I'm not really the person to go to for personal advice."
"That's okay Bren, I'm just happy I am talking to someone other than my overly protective husband, my four year old son, or myself."
Brennan looked at her strangely.
"Not that I don't love and adore them, it's just nice to have some girl talk, especially since I've been cooped up in this house for so long."
Brennan touched her friend's shoulder sympathetically, "Your baby will be here soon Ange."
Angela sighed, "I know, I'm just so tired of not being able to do the things I love. Brennan, I can't even have sex. Do you know how much that is killing me? I mean, of course with me being 8 months pregnant it wouldn't be the extremely passionate sex that Hodgins and I are both used to, but still, sex is sex."
Brennan laughed, "I can only imagine Ange." She was well aware that her friend and her husband were the type of couple who could never get enough of each other and were always showing one another affection. Most people said that marriage destroyed sex, but even after they had Michael, Angela and Hodgins continued to have an extremely healthy sex life. If anything, they just learned to be a little more discreet about it when they were at work and maybe learned a little bit of restraint.
Angela smiled, "This has been very good. Thanks for coming over Sweetie."
"It was my pleasure Angela. Besides, I didn't really relish the idea of seeing a movie with 3 young children and 2 equally childish adult males."
They both laughed before hearing the sound of the front door opening and their families trooping in loudly.
Angela rolled her eyes and brought herself into a sitting position with some difficulty.
One by one, Hodgins, Michael, Booth, Karissa, and Kevin all trooped into the living room.
"Mommy! You're awake!" Michael yelled, running towards his mother.
Angela pulled him into her lap with a smile, "I sure am baby. How was the movie?"
"It was awesome! Daddy and Uncle Booth let us get popcorn and candy!"
"Oh did they?" Angela raised her eyebrows looking over at Brennan who seemed to be giving Booth death threats with her eyes.
"Mhmmm," he said, continuing to chatter on to her.
Brennan looked on with a grin. It was nice seeing her friend happy especially after Hodgins had said she had been so miserable lately. She made a mental note to stop by more often. "Well Ange, we should probably get going. Its past bedtime, but we'll definitely see you this weekend for the barbeque."
"Okay. Bye Booth, bye Kev, bye Rissa. Michael, go help your daddy walk our guests out."
The children said their goodbyes and she could hear her husband saying goodbye to Booth and thanking Brennan.
"Woo. Okay, Michael why don't you go brush your teeth. I want to talk to your Mom."
"K," the young boy sang, racing up the stairs.
"Hey," Hodgins murmured to his wife, sitting down beside her.
She smiled, "Hey."
"How are you feeling babe?" He reached over and put a hand on her swollen stomach.
"Better. Thank you for tonight Jack. I really appreciate it."
He leaned over and kissed her gently, "Anything for you Angie. Now, how about we get you to bed too?" He stood up, grabbing her hand, and pulling her to her feet.
Before she knew it she was being pulled into his arms and carried up the stairs.
"You know, I know you like to show off how strong you are and all, but I am capable of walking up stairs and you're going to hurt yourself."
He just grunted in response, clearly concentrating on not dropping her.
"Mhmm, please put me down before you hurt yourself!"
"No!" he forced out, "Almost there!"
Finally, he set her down at the top of the stairs before falling to his knees. "Phew that was a workout!"
She glared at him.
He laughed nervously, "Not a workout, that's not what I meant. I meant-"
"You meant that I'm fat! Just say it!" She cut in.
"No! Not at all. Baby, you're not fat, you're full, with life that is. You're beautiful!"
She rolled her eyes, "Nice save Jack."
He breathed out a sigh of relief, "Why don't you go get into something more comfortable? I'm going to go see what Michael is doing."
She waddled down the hall to their bedroom and changed into a tank top, a stretched out one that she had for some reason saved from when she had been pregnant with Michael, and a pair of loose pajama pants.
No longer than five minutes after she had crawled into the bed and gotten comfortable, she heard the squeal of her son and the pounding of feet on the hardwood floors of their hallway.
Michael burst into the room and practically jumped into her arms.
"What in the world is-?" she asked aloud and stopped when she heard the roar of her husband coming down the hallway. Now she knew what was going on.
Jack came into the room roaring and immediately reached for Michael, who hid behind his heavily pregnant mother. "I'm going to get you little boy!"
"Mommy, help!"
She laughed, "I know just how to get rid of this beast!" She grabbed Jack by the collar of his shirt and dragged him down, kissing him hard on the lips.
"Whoa! Where am I? What happened?" Jack asked, faking surprise.
"Daddy, you're silly!" Michael shouted, giggling wildly as he jumped into his father's lap.
"He is, isn't he?" Angela agreed.
"Alright sport, time for bed. Say goodnight to your mom and go get into your pjs. I'll be there in a bit to tuck you in. Okay?"
"Are you sure I can't stay up a little longer Daddy? Pleeeeaaassseeee!" Michael begged, giving Hodgins the classic Angela pouty look.
Jack looked over at Angela and rolled his eyes at the smirk on her face. "That's not going to work on me tonight buddy. Say goodnight please."
"Fine," Michael sighed in resignation, knowing a lost battle when he saw one.
"Come here baby," Angela held her arms out and Michael crawled across the bed to her, snuggling into her outstretched arms as best as he could.
He looked up at her with a smile, "I love you Mommy."
She smiled back, "I love you too Mikey, more than anything in the world." She pulled him close again, kissing the top of his head.
Hodgins watched his family with a proud smile.
Michael pulled back, "Can I say goodnight to the baby Mommy?"
"Of course you can sweetie." She took his little hands and set them on her swollen belly.
He leaned down close, whispering, "Goodnight little brother or sister. I can't wait til you get here and I get to start teaching you things."
Hodgins could see Angela nearly in tears. "Okay buddy, go get into your pajamas."
"Okay!" Michael sang, giggling as he ran down the hall to his room.
Hodgins sat down on the bed next to his wife, stroking her cheek gently, "Hey, are you okay Ange?"
"Yeah," she sniffled, "I'm fine, it's just these damn hormones."
He chuckled, kissing her forehead, "I'll be right back."
"We should have a real wedding," Hodgins said as he changed into pajama pants and a t-shirt.
Angela frowned, confused as to where this was coming from, "What?"
"You know, a real wedding," he turned around to face her, "With the white dress, the chapel, and the flowers, all that jazz."
"Jack, I'm eight months pregnant," she stated as if that were explanation enough.
"I know that. I didn't mean now silly." He sat down on the bed next to her and put his hand on her baby bump, "Maybe after the baby is born. I just think you deserve more than a crappy jail wedding."
"Awww honey," she put her hand on his cheek, "I loved our wedding. It didn't matter that it was in jail because it was where we both realized that we never stopped loving each other. All that time I thought that you'd moved on, but you were just waiting for me to snap out of my funk and realize that you were always the one for me. You don't know how much that really meant to me Jack. So, no I don't want or need another wedding because we would never ever be able to top our jail wedding."
He smiled, "I love you."
"I love you too Jack. Now if you would be so kind, see if you can get this kid to stop kicking so I can actually get a good night's sleep."
Smirking, he put his hand on her belly and began to rub circles over their unborn child.
"I think its working, don't stop," she whispered as if their baby could hear her.
With his free hand he reached over and turned off the light. Angela turned over onto her side and pulled him with her.
He laughed quietly, amazed sometimes at her strength.
"What?" she asked.
He leaned in and kissed her neck a few times, "Nothing Angie, let me worry about putting this baby to bed. You get some sleep."
"Okay," she murmured, already beginning to fall asleep.
Hodgins smiled, thinking just how lucky he was. He had a beautiful, talented wife whom he was crazy in love with, a young son who was the perfect mix of himself and Angela, and a baby still yet to arrive, nestled snug in his/her mother's womb. No matter what the outcome of the birth, Jack Hodgins knew he could never in a million years have asked for a better life. He had everything he had ever wanted and so much more.
And that is the end of yet another chapter. Thank you for reading! It would be so kind of you to review and let me know what you thought of it. I'm not sure when I'll be able to get the next chapter up (mainly because I haven't written it yet) but hopefully it will be soon. So, stay tuned!
Thanks again,
-Willie