DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING

AN: First off, I'm a mess. If you think you have read this fic, you're not crazy. I wanted to add another chapter and I ended up deleting the whole thing (by accident).

I also deleted the chapters of my PC. Sooooo I had to start almost from new. (Luckily, I had loose notes out there LOL) Anyway, I changed some things :P

This week I'll upload new chapters of 'Unfaithful'. I'll continue with this fic when Candy finished ok?

Sorry about the mess :(

Kisses&Hugs

He should be happy. Derek Morgan should be the happiest man in the world at that very moment. His first child had come into the world, a beautiful baby who had her mommy's eyes and her father's features. Her hair was dark and curly, identical to the one he'd as a baby.

He had not caressed her caramel skin, but knew it was soft as cotton. Yes, he should be happy. However, Derek had never hated so much his own life.

He was on the hospital's waiting room when felt someone walking towards him. Emily left that little angel over his thighs, but her daddy remained motionless.

"She's your daughter," she whispered in her most sweetest voice, "Please, look at her. This cutie is your baby, Morgan"

He kept immune to Emily's encouragement words for him to look at the baby.

His child moved into his lap, making those little noises that babies always do. Derek placed his hands on her little body, lifting her from his thighs. Not for anything he wanted to hurt his girl.

Derek looked at her delicate features with wet eyes, trying to find something in her face to ease his pain. That beautiful girl was born thanks to him. She owed her life to the great love that he'd shared with Penelope. But this little being, she had taken everything from him. Her mom had given her life in exchange for the one of their daughter, and he... he still didn't want to deal with his pain. It was too strong. It was too recent.

He swallowed hard, before placing the little baby in Emily's arms. She looked at him with her big black eyes, not knowing what to do.

"Where are you going?" she asked, watching her teammate leaving the waiting room "Come back here, Morgan!"

He stopped dead in the middle of that dark hall to watch the rest of his teammates. All of them were right there, pain on their faces. It was supposed that this was going to be a happy day. However, it ended in tragedy.

Derek could see his youngest friend walking slowly towards him. He looked really devastated. Spencer Reid looked into his eyes and spoke in a weak voice "I'm sorry, Morgan. So sorry. I-"

"It's okay," Derek said, as he noticed the eyes of the whole team on him. "Where is my mom?"

"She's in the cafeteria"

He nodded and headed for the elevator. Then he saw Emily Prentiss, standing with that little pink blanket. Derek could see her little fists in the air while she was babbling.

His heart beat madly against his chest, watching their baby. If Penelope could see her ... She was sure they were going to be parents of a girl. She was so sure, he painted her room walls in pink and white. He said the most important thing was the baby's health.

If he could return to those days, these wouldn't be his words.

I don't care if it's a boy or a girl. I don't even want to have this stupid baby if you're not here with me

Derek Morgan had danced with life. He'd enjoyed his bachelor status, his job, his friends and his party nights. He had women, success and happiness. But then came her. Penelope Garcia achieved what no other woman could get.

And that wasn't a wedding ring or a fidelity promise, but his friendship and his trust.

A sincere friendship as strong as life. Her boyfriends never understood their relationship. His girlfriends were always jealous of their friendship. So, the two of them ended up without a lover, but then, it wasn't big deal. They had each other.

A dinner, a few drinks, a pillow fight. A hug at midnight, a movie night, a little trip to the beach. Everything was easier when Penelope was by his side. She was happiest with his presence.

They were somewhat drunk when Penelope said "I think you and I should have sex"

Derek looked at her with his eyebrows raised in surprise, before the two of themstarted to burst out laughing. "You know what I think?"

"Kevin is stupid?"

He rolled his eyes upward, "Please, don't name this guy in my presence"

Penelope laughed loudly, throwing herself on his mattress. Yes, they were able to sleep in the same bed without having sex. Although that doesn't mean they didn't have a big desire for each other. Too much chemistry. Maybe too much for their own good.

"Don't do it again. I cross my heart"

Derek lie down beside her, staring at the ceiling "I think we should go to Vegas and get married"

"That would be nice. Can you imagine Hotch's face?"

He turned to look at her with a mischievous smile on his face, "Are we going to Vegas?"

Penelope narrowed her eyes, biting her lower lip. Then she rose from the bed and bent down to pick up her shoes. "Alright. Let's go to Sin City"

And it that started as a joke, became the smartest decision of their lives. They were happy, in love and wanting a lovely life. Derek bought a huge house, with garden and pool. Penelope changed her beloved Cadillac for a family car. Life was sweet. Too sweet ...

Derek walked with firm steps towards Emily, and took his baby in his arms. Then he looked at his daughter again, this time more carefully. He ran his fingers through her chubby cheeks, gently caressing her skin. Her little hand grasped his finger.

She was his daughter. Flesh of his flesh, blood of his blood. His little treasure, his whole life. He wanted to love her with all his heart, but he was unable to.

Derek knew he was behaving like a bastard, but he couldn't help the thoughts that crossed his mind. It was he who wanted to be a father. It was he who asked Penelope start a family. She was afraid, but he said nothing bad would happen. If that baby hadn't been born, Penelope would be alive.

Derek saw his mother approaching him. Fran always wanted grandchildren. She had been happy the whole pregnancy, buying clothes and toys for her little one.

"Baby"

"Mom, listen to me" he ordered, placing his daughter in his mother's arms "Take care of her"

"What are you saying?"

"I want her to live with you"

"Derek, please. She is not to blame"

He frowned, before shaking his head. "No, this isn't her fault. I wanted this damn baby and now ... Now my wife is dead!"

Fran froze near the elevator door, watching as her son ran down stairs. Her tears began to fall down her cheeks, wetting the cloth that covered her granddaughter. She kissed the baby's forehead, whispering: "Your daddy loves you, my sweet. He'll return for you, baby"