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This is my first H/P fic so please go easy on me!

Emily Prentiss, smiled as she closed the door to her son's nursery, with both of her children asleep she took a moment to relax on the couch in her London home. Her peaceful bliss was soon interrupted by the shrill of her cell phone.

"Hello" She answered, not caring to check the caller ID

"Emily, dear," Elizabeth Prentiss' voice filled the line "is that anyway to greet your mother?" she scolded

"I apologize, Hello Mother" Emily said in a diplomatic tone

"That's better, dear." Elizabeth praised her only daughter. "Now, how are my grandchildren?"

"They are fine, Mother," She answered causally "both currently asleep."

"Mhm, good, now, Emily," Her mother started, she held her breath hoping whatever her mother had to say, did not involve her returning to America. "As you know, the Easter Ball is coming up, and last year you didn't attend-"

"Yes, Mother, and that time last year I was also pregnant" Emily pinched the bridge of her nose as she cut off her mother.

"I'm well aware, dear, but this year, unlike the past few years, it is a family ball." Emily groaned internally. "Which mean I expect you to attend, along with my grandchildren."

"Mother, I don't know." Emily's worry was seeping into her voice. There was a reason she disliked these balls so much. It wasn't just the dresses, or the overly polite conversations, but a man. For Emily it seemed each time she was in America, she would return to London pregnant, with the same man's child. You'd think she'd learn; so did she. But he had a way with her, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't have feelings for him. To top all of it off, he didn't know Emily was ever pregnant. She always thought it was for the best, he had a life in America, and London is where she felt she belonged, along with her children.

"Emily Prentiss," her mother called over the line "this is a family ball, and if my own family doesn't come what will that say of me? Hmm, Emily?" Emily felt a headache coming on just from the short phone call

"Of course, Mother, we will be there. When is the Ball?" She sighed

"The 5th of the month, dear."

"Mother, that is in 6 days." Emily said

"I'm well aware, dear. I'll be sending a jet for you come tomorrow. Be ready by 10:00."

"Tomorrow, Mother?" She asked as if her mother was insane

"Well, yes, dear. It is not as if you work, or the children are in school." Elizabeth said as if that was the only issues

"Of course, Mother. We will be ready." She knew there was no point in arguing with her.

"Perfect, dear. Now I must go, I have a meeting with the Ambassador of Russia." Elizabeth was glad her own foolish daughter didn't try to argue with her

"Of course, Mother. I will see you tomorrow. Have a good day." With that Emily hung up. A loud sigh fell from her mouth. What would happen if she saw him? Would he know they were his kids? Would he even be there? What if he was? What if he brings someone? All these thoughts started running through her head. Finally she just gave up and retired to her bed, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Come morning Emily was awoken to a loud cry coming from her son's room. She slipped on her robe, and went to him. The room was a light blue with a white crib; she made her way to the crib picking up a brown eyed, brown hair boy. The moment he saw his mom he stopped crying and started smiling, showing off his dimples.

"Good morning, my little prince." She cooed, he started babbling once he heard her voice. "Let's get you ready, we are going to see grandma today!" She said with fake enthusiasm. Once she had him fed, bathed, and dressed she put him in a swing to start packing for their trip. However it didn't last long as a small body came and tackled Emily's leg.

"Good morning, princess." Emily looked down at her daughter, she had the same translucent skin as her mother, along with thick brown hair, and brown eyes, but, much like her brother had her father's dimples.

"Morning Mama." She murmured "Food?" She looked up to her mom who was smiling down at her

"What do you want, Princess?"

"Pancakes!" She rejoiced

"Go ahead to the kitchen princess, I'll be right down." The 5 year old ran out of the room, excited for her breakfast. Once Emily put in a movie for her daughter and put her baby boy in the swing, she began packing again. She knew this was going to be a difficult week, being back in America, but she was ready for whatever was thrown at her.

So, tell me what you think! Or if I should continue, please.