I wrote this in math class... haha its really short, dont h8
"HOTCHHHHH!" Emily yelled.
"What?" Hotch replied annoyed, walking into the room.
"Can you get my phone? It's in the kitchen," she replied smiling.
"No! Get your lazy ass up and get it yourself!" he yelled.
"Aaron Hotchner. Are you calling your pregnant wife lazy?"
"Yes damn it!"
"You're a terrible husband," Emily mocked.
"And you're a lazy bitch!"
The humor in Emily's voice vanished. She sat on the bed looking at Hotch as a tear came down her cheek.
"No no no no no, Emily I'm sorry. You're not a bitch, I didn't mean that," he said sitting next to her on the bed.
Emily wiped away the tear and sniffled.
"I'm sorry; I swear you are not a bitch... You're my bitch sometimes, but you're not a bitch Emily," Hotch said running his hand through her hair, kissing her cheek.
Emily's sadness immediately disappeared, her tears subsiding.
"I'm totally kidding. I don't care if you call me a bitch," Emily laughed.
Hotch stood up and glared at her.
"You are a bitch. Don't play me like that," he said walking towards the door.
"So was that a yes to bringing the phone...?"
Hotch sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, hold on."
He left the room and came back a few seconds later. He tossed the phone to the bed and stood in the doorway.
"Thank you baby, I love you," Emily said smiling.
"Yeah whatever," Hotch said walking over to her, fighting a smile.
He sat next to her on the bed and put his hand on her stomach. Emily was five months pregnant so she already had a decent sized baby bump.
"You're not a bitch," Hotch said into her stomach, "your mommy on the other hand..."
"Shut up. Don't tell our kid I'm a bitch," Emily snapped.
"Eh he... or she can't hear us anyway."
She didn't reply at first, she just ran her fingers through Hotch's hair.
"I really do love you Aaron," she whispered.
"I know, I love you too," he said giving her a kiss, "and I love you too," he said kissing Emily's belly.