Hello M/G fanfiction lovers! First, I would like to thank all of you who have reviewed, followed, and favorited all of my other stories! You guys rock and I love you dearly for it. And rest assured, Key to My Lock will be completed; but my muse has taken my in a slightly different direction (please forgive me!) Also, this new story has a little bit of Kevin Lynch in it (please forgive me, again!) But that's enough chatter from me, on to the story!

Flashback: 10 minutes earlier

It was like he didn't hear a word she said; it was de ja vu. The same scenario from months ago, only this time Kevin Lynch was in the hallway at her apartment and not cornering her by the elevators at the BAU.

"Penny, please Plumsauce! Just marry me!" Kevin whiningly pleaded. On bended knee, which didn't help her in trying to let him down again and get him away from her apartment quick enough.

"Kevin I already to you; I'm just not ready. Not yet. I don't even know if I ever will. So please, just go," Penelope said, in pleading frustration. She just wanted Kevin to leave because at the moment his voice and presence in general were not helping the migraine she was getting; nor the nausea she was feeling, which she assumed was a result of the migraine.

"Penny pl-"

"DON'T call me 'Penny'! I hate that," she interrupted him. She closed her eyes for a moment and rubbed her temples with her hands.

Kevin sighed and stood up from his position on the floor. By the time Penelope brought her hands down and opened her eyes, he had grasped on of her hands.

"Penelope, please. We were happy together and we can be again. If you marry me, we can be doubly happy," Kevin started with a slight smile on his face, that she used to find cute and endearing. Now, it just made her want to vomit.

Taking her hand back slowly, she crossed her arms and paused for a moment before she spoke.

"No, Kevin, we can't. I love you, just like I love any human being." She saw the flicker of hope in his eyes. "But I'm not in love with you," she said as she saw his eyes die down.

"You don't mean that."

"Yes, Kevin. I do. Our time together was fun. But I don't think we should be married. You want some many different things than I do. Like-"

"Like what? And why is the thought of us being married so awful to you?" said Kevin, clearly showing signs of his frustration and anger.

"Okay, you wanna know why? For starters, you want to get married; but I've heard you on many occasions say that you never want one thing!" Penelope all but yelled back.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" Kevin snapped.

"A baby," Penelope said, almost whispering. Just saying that statement filled her with excitement and fear at the same time.

"Not this again," Kevin snorted. "I told you so many times, Penelope. I'm not the fathering type. Plus do you know how much it costs to raise children today? I wouldn't even be finished paying off my student loans by the time the kid went to college!"

Penelope almost wanted to cry. He wasn't understanding and he never would. Yes, she was well aware of the time and money it would take to raise a baby. This was why she couldn't marry Kevin; she could never see herself marrying him and having his child.

"I know it will be expensive when I have a child. But that isn't going to stop me from having one eventually," Penelope started. "And since you have made you position on the matter abundantly clear, tell me again why I should marry you?" she finished, putting her hands on her hips.

For the first time ever since she had known him, Kevin was actually stunned silent. Penelope could see the look on his face. A cross between understanding and devastation.

"So… I guess I'm really wasting my breath here," Kevin said. He turned and started to walk away, but not before turning around and making one last glance. "I'm sorry, Penelope. Sorry that I can't give you the things you want." And with that, he turned back and walked towards the stairs to leave the building.

Present

It was hard for Penelope to believe that whole conversation happened with Kevin, just 10 minutes earlier. 10 minutes had went by when the timer went off. 10 minutes to find out her whole life would change.

"I shouldn't look. But I need to look. UGH!" Penelope sighed out as she paced the floor of her bathroom. She had been feeling off for a few weeks now. It wasn't until the nausea had kicked in, and the fact that she had missed another period, that made her go out and by a test.

"Okay, Penelope Garcia. Just get it over with. Quick! Like ripping off a band aid," she coached herself. She walked to the counter and picked up the test.

And was met with two pink lines.

"Oh my!" she gasped, bringing one of her hands to her mouth. Tears began forming in her eyes; ones of slight fear, but mostly ones of excitement and joy.

Penelope Garcia was going to be a mommy!

Still in a state of shock, she slowly slide her way down to sit on the floor in front of her bathtub. Penelope couldn't believe it. She had always thought she would just be the godmother of JJ's son, Henry and the favorite aunt of Hotch's son, Jack. And that she would eventually get a cat and spend her golden years creatively googling information for the team.

Now there would be a baby involved.

Penelope smiled at the thought. A baby! Her mind then drifted to images of a little girl with bouncing curls. She had always thought she wanted a girl; not that she was opposed to having a boy. At this stage in her life and being 36, she was just surprised that she was actually pregnant! Yes, she had been careful with previous lovers before Kevin (only a total of 4). But now that she started thinking, there were times when she forgot to take her pill when she was with Kevin. And it had been 3 months since she was last with Kevin. The night before he was going to make his first proposal to her.

"Oh FRACK!" Penelope shouted. "No way. This—I mean—OH FRACK!" she groaned, putting her head in her hands. This wasn't how she pictured finding out she was pregnant; she always thought she would have a husband to share this with. A loving husband who would be so happy after hearing the news would pick her up, take her upstairs and make passionate love to her, and end with him kissing her belly and talking to their baby.

"Baby," Penelope whispered as she brought her head up out of her hands. She got up off the floor and walked to her bedroom to stand in front of her full-length mirror. She looked at her stomach and wondered what it would look like in the months to come. Would she carry high or carry low? And what was the myth behind where you carried the baby that supposedly determines its sex? Would she look good in maternity clothes?

Penelope turned sideways to see her profile in the mirror and lifted the bottom of her shirt. She knew it was too early to see anything, but something about seeing her body in this light moved her to tears. Happy tears.

"Hi baby," Penelope said softly as she looked down at her belly and cupped it in her hands. "I'm your mommy. I know we kind of just met but I love you already, my little jelly bean," she said, rubbing her belly and surprising herself with the nickname slipping out.

"Baby Girl?" said a voice from the living room that startled Penelope. It had completely slipped her mind that a certain chocolate man was coming over for a movie night at her place.

"Be there in a minute, Hot Stuff," Penelope shouted back. She quickly put down her shirt and started back to the bathroom to hide the pregnancy test. She walked into the bathroom only to be startled by said chocolate man, causing her to knock off the contents of her counter.

"Geez, Derek Morgan! Ever heard of knocking?" she snapped.

"Excuse me, Mama. But you forget that this bathroom has two doors for entering," Derek chuckled. "I just thought you were in your room and I wanted to wash up after working on Rossi's house all afternoon," he said as he started helping Penelope pick up the mess.

"You don't have to help clean this up," said Penelope, trying to hurry and get everything picked up.

"Now what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't—" Derek started, only to stop talking midsentence when he saw a pregnancy test on the floor, with two visibly pink lines. "Penelope," he started slowly. "Are you—are you pregnant?" he asked, sounding like he was losing the ability to speak.

"Yes, Derek," Penelope started, with fresh tears pooling in her eyes. "I'm pregnant."

So… what do ya think? Do you want more? Let me know. Thanks for reading!