"Well, what do you think?" he asked, kissing her stomach.
"Derek," she laughed. "The baby can't respond."
He picked his head up from her stomach and kissed her softly. "Well, then what do you think Em?"
"Well, you want honesty?"
"Of course babe."
"Well, I don't really like the name Marissa."
"Ok… ok. What about… Elizabeth or Emma or Cassie? Any of the names I came up with?"
"Well, I liked that first name you said."
"Elizabeth?"
"No! That's my mother's name… you want her to be a tight ass like my mother?"
"Then what name?" he asked while rubbing her little, round tummy.
"The one you said yesterday at lunch."
"Charlie or Leslie?"
"Leslie. It's cute and very feminine."
"Yeah, it's one of my favorite names. But, then what if it's a boy?"
"Um, well, maybe Derek after his very handsome daddy." she said smiling.
"I don't think so. He doesn't want to become a Mamma Mia loving freak does he?"
"You like Mamma Mia! That's so cute."
He smiled and brought his lips to hers. When they parted, he looked back down at her belly and continued rubbing it.
"So, Em, what name do you like for a boy?"
"Well, I've always liked the names Owen, Max and Charlie."
"Max is a nice name. Where did that come from sweetie?"
"That's my dad's name."
"Oh right. My bad Em. Sorry."
"It's ok."
He looked back down at her stomach and kissed it. Then he whispered against it, "It's your daddy here. I'm goanna love you so much. And don't you ever forget, never listen to Spencer Reid when he tells you that you're a bastard."
"Derek!"
He brought his eyes to meet hers. "I'm sorry honey. I just don't want him, or her believing that their a love child."
"Well, you married me right before you found out actually. So, technically, he, or she, isn't a love child."
"Tell that to Reid."
"I love you."
"I love you too my darling."