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A/N: So this is our little twist on what it would be like if JJ, Emily, and Garcia were all pregnant at the same time. Enjoy and don't forget to review! OH and this is part one of two. :)
Part One
Month One (Emily/Dave)
"Hey Em, are you almost done with those consults?" Rossi prodded as he sat on the desk of his girlfriend. "Because I just want to take you to dinner--but knowing you, we'll be here for the rest of the night."
Emily smiled as she looked up from the files. "Dave, that sounds nice, but I really have a lot of work to do."
"You're starting to sound like Hotch. Come on, we'll go to that new Mexican place." Rossi smiled chivalrously.
Emily groaned as she put her hand to her mouth, the sound of Mexican causing her stomach to churn. "No, not Mexican." She said after the small bout of nausea passed.
"Why not? You normally love a good burrito." Rossi asked worriedly.
"I think I've got the flu."
Rossi put his hand against her forehead, checking her temperature. "You look beautiful as always."
"You just want to get lucky." Emily laughed.
"Is it working?" He wagged his eyebrows suggestively.
"I'm sorry we have to spend our first Valentine's Day together at one of my Mother's functions." Emily apologized, easing herself down on the couch and leaning into Dave's side. "I mean we just moved in together and I know you wanted to do something to celebrate on Saturday."
"Emily, sweetheart, it's okay. If going to this one keeps us from having to go to the Christmas function then I don't mind going." Rossi informed softly, "Besides, it's not like we can't celebrate a couple days early."
"You just want to get lucky." Emily teased, swatting playfully at his chest.
"Is it working?" He asked, pulling her in for a soft kiss.
"What do you think?" Emily whispered, moving to straddle his waist on the large couch.
"I think I love you."
"Good answer" Emily smiled, "I love you too."
"Ask me again when we get home later." Emily smiled, putting a few consults in her bag to take home. "Any chance we could go to that new Chinese place by the house?"
"Whatever you want." Dave informed, smiling as they made their way out of the bullpen.
Month Two (JJ/Hotch)
JJ buttoned up her shirt for work, angry that once again she was utterly exhausted. The past few weeks she had woken up as if she hadn't slept at all. It didn't help that it had been incredibly busy for work and the team had flown all around the country--why did serial crimes seem to pop up just when she needed a break? She found that she only slept well when she was sleeping next to the warmth and security that emanated from the Unit Chief, but the last few cases had left her to share a hotel room with Emily while Hotch was stuck at the local precincts all hours of the night.
Buttoning her normally form fitting dress shirt, she realized that the shirt that normally fit well seemed as though it was popping at the seams.
"Aaron?" JJ asked, walking out of the bedroom to find her husband drinking a glass of orange juice as he read the morning paper at the kitchen table.
"Yeah." Hotch responded, not looking up from the World News section he was reading.
"Are my boobs bigger?" Her question shocked him.
"What?" He asked in surprise.
"Are my boobs getting bigger? My shirt seems too small--but only in the chest."
He put down the paper and grinned at her mischievously. "I happen to consider myself an expert on that subject, and if you would come over here, I'll be glad to give you a full examination."
"Is that all you can think about?" JJ laughed as she went back to the room to change.
"Only 90 percent of the time." Hotch teased lightly--something he had only ever been able to do with JJ.
"I'm afraid to ask about the other 10 percent of the time" JJ teased back, "Hey can you get the boys up? I can't seem to find any shirts that fit."
"Sure sweetheart." Hotch responded, finishing off his glass of orange juice.
They had been trying for months to have a baby, and while Hotch knew that JJ put on a rough exterior, he also knew that she was paranoid that things weren't happening as easily as they had with Henry. They had experienced plenty of false alarms, so he didn't want to get her hopes up, but she did look like she was getting bigger in a certain area that he would not complain about.
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JJ knew that Hotch was trying to spare her feelings--after three false alarms, neither one of them had it in them to expect anything. But JJ felt a small twinge of excitement as she thought about the last week. She didn't know whether if it was the truth, or if she just so badly wanted to be--but she felt pregnant.
She remembered the fatigue she had with Henry. She definitely remembered her breasts growing to twice their regular size. Both of those consistent with how she felt now. But she had thought those things with two of the false alarms--one of them, JJ mistook an abnormally pesky stomach flu for pregnancy, only to be heartbroken when her period came a few days later.
She tried so hard not to get her hopes up, but it was near impossible. She wanted nothing more than to have life inside of her, a child that was half hers and half the man she loved. She needed to get a test--but she was afraid of what it would tell her. She couldn't take not being pregnant. She loved Henry, but she had him without trying--at first she wasn't sure he even wanted him, though now she couldn't picture life without her son. She loved her son, but she didn't understand how she couldn't get pregnant when she actually wanted to.
Picking up a test at the store during her lunch break, JJ immediately decided to take the test without telling Hotch--she didn't want to disappoint him again if she were wrong.
Discreetly sneaking back into the building half an hour before her lunch break was supposed to end, JJ decided to take the test in the visitors bathroom on the first floor to keep from risking someone she knew walking in on her. Making her way to the only empty stall, she quickly peed on the stick and set her cell phone timer for the five minutes needed.
When her cell phone finally beeped, she had to stop the wave of nervousness that plagued her as she held up the small white stick to find one perfectly blue line across the results slot that could only mean one thing--Jennifer Jareau Hotchner was pregnant.
Month three (Garcia/Kevin)
"Pen are you sure you're okay?" Kevin asked as his girlfriend crawled back into bed, content to finish watching the movie currently playing on the TV. "That's the third time you've gotten sick in the last hour."
"Don't ask me, you should see me at work. Let's just say I'm glad the bathroom is like twenty feet from my office." Garcia replied, curling into his side. "Me keeping breakfast down is a lost cause these days."
"Well I may not be able to do anything about work, but I'm here now." Kevin said softly, pulling her tighter.
"About that..." Garcia started, "There's something we need to talk about."
"What's on your mind?" Kevin asked, hoping she wasn't about to give him the 'it's not you, it's me' speech.
"It's more like my stomach" Garcia informed, swallowing nervously, "Kevin, I'm pregnant."
Kevin simply stared at her, the only signs of life being his blinking eyes. "What?"
"I'm pregnant." Garcia repeated, her nervousness compounded by Kevin's reaction.
"How?" He asked in shock.
"Well I didn't think I'd need to explain it to you but when a man loves a woman--" Garcia smiled nervously.
"I know that part, I thought we were safe."
"Well, I was on an antibiotic for an ear infection a couple of months ago--maybe--"
"You're pregnant." Kevin interrupted, this time a broad grin covering his face.
"I am." Garcia smiled, for the first time feeling extremely relieved.
"We're going to have a baby." He kissed her happily.
"We are!" Garcia squealed happily, "And if it's a boy I have the perfect name!"
"What is it?" Kevin asked nervously, while he loved Penelope Garcia more than anything, he didn't always agree with her 'moods of enlightenment'.
"Ryder. Ryder Lynch. It's so cute! I tried to get Jayje to name Henry that name, but she wouldn't so her loss is our gain."
"God I hope it's a girl..." Kevin groaned, smacking his hand to his head.
Month 4 (Emily/Dave)
"I just don't understand why you would make your appointment at 7am on a Saturday morning." Dave grumbled as they waited on the doctor to come back with the results of Emily's blood work and do the Ultrasound.
"They close at noon on Saturdays" Emily replied, completely awake unlike her companion, "Play nice and I'll get you a coffee afterwards."
"Fine." Dave pouted. Since Emily had discovered she was pregnant, and thus not able to drink coffee, she had banned him from having coffee too--much to his disappointment.
"That's my boy." Emily laughed. She knew that Dave was ecstatic about being a father. Although this was unplanned it certainly was not unwanted.
"You realize with what I could pay a doctor, we could have had someone just move in with us and give you 24 hour care? Then I could at least have my Saturday morning's in peace." He groaned.
"Yes, but then you wouldn't get coffee, so really, I'm doing this all for you." Emily retorted as the door to the room opened and Dr. Meyers walked back in the room.
"Alright Emily, everything looks normal, so what do you say we take a look at your baby?"
"Okay" Emily smiled, excited--even Dave seemed to perk up at the idea of their first ultrasound.
"This is going to be a little cold." The doctor warned slightly, squirting a small amount of gel on Emily's exposed stomach. Moving the probe around slowly, the doctor pointed to the small growing baby that was visible on the screen. "There's the baby, everything seems to be developing normally."
"That's our baby?" Dave asked in awe of the small blip on the screen, that was his baby--his and Emily's baby.
"Yes sir, it is." The doctor smiled, first time parents were always the best in the reaction department. "At your next appointment you should be able to find out the sex, if you wish."
"I hope it's a boy." Emily blurted to a surprised Dave, he always had pegged her for the type who would want a girl. "I'll love it either way, but I really want a boy."
"I'd like a boy too." Rossi's eyes twinkled. He knew he was seemingly older than many first time fathers, but he was a quick study. He was sure that no child would ever be loved like the one he and Emily were about to share. With a mother like Emily, he was sure the kid was destined for greatness. "But like you said, we'll love it either way."
Month 5 (JJ/Hotch)
"JJ you're only five months along, are you sure it isn't too early to set up the nursery?" Hotch asked as they waited on the store clerk to finish mixing the pale green paint they had agreed on.
"Aaron" JJ sighed, they'd been over this at least two times earlier that morning, "You know as well as I do that there's a good chance we'll get called away on a case or something, and won't be able to finish it. The baby deserves to have his or her room finished by the time it gets here."
"But we still have four months, and if you didn't want to be surprised, we could know if it were a boy or a girl," Hotch retorted, following the similar discussion they had voiced many times, "And at some point I can have someone come and help us. If we set it up now, we have to do it ourselves."
"The boys will help." JJ pointed out, "they can help paint and decorate. Besides, you said it was okay for us to be surprised." She bit down on her lower lip as it began to quiver, fighting a mood swing that she could feel coming.
"JJ, I'm fine with being surprised, but Jack is only over every other weekend, and Henry is only three. I don't think that there's too much they can do to help."
JJ's eyes suddenly brimmed with tears. Unable to control herself, she sniffed, trying to stop the tears that began to overflow. "I just want to do this as a family." She said, somewhat pathetically.
"Oh, honey." Hotch said awkwardly. He never quite knew what to do when JJ started to cry--it wasn't something that he had been experienced with but now it seemed to happen with increasing frequency.
"No, it's okay. I'll get over it." JJ sniffled, wiping her eyes. "We can just paint and put the crib together later."
"Why don't we leave the painting until next weekend, and put the crib together tonight? We'll have the house to ourselves, and you can order any kind of take out you want." Hotch suggested, silently praying that JJ didn't want to order pizza with anchovies again.
"Okay." JJ agreed, wrapping her small arms around his waist as best she could with her growing belly, "Lets order Chinese, I'm really craving that sauce that comes with General Tso's chicken."
"Whatever you want." Hotch smiled as he grabbed the paint from the smirking worker who had apparently witnessed the entire conversation.
Month 6 (Garcia/Kevin)
"Erica?" Kevin suggested.
"No, way! I knew this girl in Grade School and she used to pull my pigtails, and her name was Erica. No way!" Penelope retorted as she dipped her Oreo's in Vanilla Ice Cream.
"Christina?" Kevin asked, searching through a baby names website on his laptop. "Or maybe Chelsea?"
"Are you determined to scar our daughter for the rest of her life?" Garcia asked, horrified at naming her baby girl either name.
"Okay then what do you want to name her?" Kevin asked, getting frustrated--they had been trying to agree on a name for weeks.
"Let's just keep going down the list." Garcia evaded, eating another Oreo. "Piper is not that bad. What about it?"
"Penelope..."
"What?" Garcia asked, faking innocence, causing her to receive a small glare from Kevin, "Fine, but you won't like it."
"Tell me anyways." Kevin prodded softly.
"I..I want to name her Morgan. Morgan Elizabeth Lynch." Garcia blurted, "Derek has always been there for me and I thought since both our mom's are named Elizabeth..."
"You want to name her after Morgan?" Kevin asked smiling, "Should I be jealous?" He asked teasing slightly. While he had initially been jealous of the relationship Penelope had with the muscular FBI Agent, he quickly realized that neither he nor she was interested in pursuing a romantic relationship.
"You shouldn't be jealous. It's you I'm in love with and it's you who I'm having a baby with." Garcia smiled, kissing him softly.
"Then I think Morgan Elizabeth is the perfect name."
Month 7 (Emily/Dave)
"Emily, sweetheart, you need to slow down. You know what the doctor said about your blood pressure being too high." Dave cautioned, trying to stop his girlfriend from continuing to clean out the spare bedroom that was supposed to be the nursery.
"Dave, We've got two months. We need to get this done." Emily gently chided. "Besides, JJ told me that she and Hotch finished their nursery a month and a half ago and she's due two weeks after me."
"Well, we're not JJ and Hotch." Dave grumbled, then seeing her raised eyebrow, relented. "Ok, well I can do it myself. You need to rest." He tried to compromise but Emily just shook her head.
"When will you have time?" Emily asked skeptically. "With half the BAU out of the field, you guys are working harder than ever. If we just do it now, we can get it done." She continued the sort through the things that she wanted to throw away from the things she could give to charity.
"Emily, I'm not changing my mind on this. Get out, I'll clean this up." He insisted.
Emily stood up and walked over to Dave. Wrapping her arms around him, she leaned in and kissed him fiercely on the lips. "Not on your life." She whispered.
Rossi let out a low groan. "You are the most stubborn person alive."
"No Sweetie, that's you." She said, pulling him over to the piles of junk. "But I hope our son takes after me."
"The doctor is going to be furious with me." Dave mumbled, relenting. "Where do you want this?"
"That's going to Goodwill." Emily commanded. "And this one is going to storage."
Month 8 (JJ/Hotch)
"JJ, please don't be upset, but I really think you should start staying in Virginia when the team goes on a case." Hotch said, bracing himself for her reaction.
"Staying at the local precincts is just as safe, Aaron." JJ sighed frustrated.
"Not exactly." Hotch mumbled, receiving a glare from JJ as she flopped on the couch tiredly, "And you know the doctor said he really doesn't like you flying now that you've started your 8th month."
"That's only because he's worried I'm going to go into labor at the drop of a hat." JJ retorted.
"Which isn't that far off considering the indigestion yesterday that you thought were contractions." Hotch pointed out.
A loud thud startled the two adults and was followed by an immediate wail. Rushing up to Henry's room, JJ found her son sobbing as his lip began dripping blood.
"Henry! What happened?" She asked as she went to scoop up her son, only to be gently pushed away by her husband who had come from behind and picked up the boy carefully taking him to the bathroom.
"I jump'd and gotted an owie." Henry hiccupped in between sobs.
"Henry, you were supposed to be in bed." JJ scolded as she began caring for her son once Hotch sat him on the bathroom counter. Her baby bulge made it difficult to maneuver easily, but she did what she needed to do.
"I wanted to be an astronaut." Henry said as if that explained everything.
"And what did Mommy say about being an astronaut?"
"Not to." Henry grumbled, allowing his mother to clean his busted lip.
"So you were listening." JJ smirked, "How about you rest for a while and watch a movie? I think Toy Story is still in the DVD player in your room."
"Okay." Henry agreed--he was asleep ten minutes into the start of the movie.
Making their way downstairs JJ brought up their previous conversation, "I'll stay in Virginia during cases until the baby comes, but I'm only doing this so our children don't end up with brain damage from being astronauts."
"Thank you sweetheart." Hotch smiled, grateful that she had agreed to stick closer to home for the last few weeks of her pregnancy.
"I'm not doing this for you." JJ said, eyeing him coldly. "As much as I hate it you're probably right."
"Whatever you say." Hotch smiled.
Month 9 (Garcia/Kevin)
"Penelope, could you please tell me again why you have to go to work? You're nine months pregnant!"
"And so are Emily and JJ, but they make it in to work every day. Emily almost flipped when Dave even suggested that she not fly out with the rest of the team."
"So? I'm not Agent Rossi and you're not Agent Prentiss." Kevin argued, "What if you go into labor?"
"Then I'll have Jayje and Em there to call you to come take me to the hospital." Garcia pointed out, grabbing her purse and keys.
"And what if they go into labor too? Who's going to call me then?"
"Morgan. Or Reid. Or any one of the hundreds of Agents that are stationed between the BAU and your office. I mean, we pass your office on the way down to the parking garage, so I'm pretty sure that no matter what someone will let you know." Garcia retorted.
"But what if--"
"Kevin. Calm down. I'll be fine." Garcia stressed, "I'll even let you drive me to work in Esther if it'll make you feel better."
"Okay, but don't think I'm giving in because you're letting me drive the most beautiful car I've ever seen." Kevin sighed, "But at least if you're at work you won't go into labor when you're home by yourself."
"Exactly." Garcia smiled brightly, looping her arm through his. "I knew you'd see things my way."
A/N 2: So what do you think?