Penelope stared balefully at the coffee pot in front of her. She mostly loved being pregnant, except for two things – no coffee and something that she wasn't letting herself think about. She sipped her tea and threw another hateful glance at the coffee. She heard a chuckle behind her. She glanced over her shoulder to see JJ behind her.
"Still jonesing for coffee, Pen?" JJ smirked
"I hate you, you know that?" Penelope sighed.
"Whoa," JJ laughed "It's just coffee!"
"No, it's not just that! It's . . . " Penelope's voice trailed off.
"What?" JJ asked. "Come on, just tell me!"
"Well, it's . . . " Penelope sighed and stared at the coffee for a few more minutes until she heard a throat clear behind her.
"Fine, I'll tell you!" she snapped "I'm horny as hell, and I'm 7 months pregnant, so there's no way that Derek wants to fuck me, and I think I'm going to lose my mind!"
The silence stretched for several seconds, so she whirled around, saying "So help me, JJ, if you are laughing . . ." to find not JJ, but Hotch standing there with his hands raised in surrender.
"I just wanted some coffee," he said soothingly.
"Oh! Sir! I didn't realize . . . I thought . . .Oh, God!" Penelope babbled.
"It's fine, Garcia, no harm done." Hotch fought down a grin.
"Thank you, sir!" Penelope began to edge out of the kitchen, red faced.
"Penelope?" Hotch said gently.
"Yes?" She squeaked.
"I never found my wife more beautiful than when she was pregnant. I would be surprised if Derek didn't feel the same." He turned to the coffee pot and begin to fill his mug.
Penelope looked surprised, then thoughtful. She skipped out of the kitchen to find her husband and test Hotch's theory.