Emily sighed as she watched her son run around the living room in front of her. She had been sitting on her couch, constantly laughing as her son made funny faces, or jumped up and down, making the cutest little gurgles, which he currently thought were words. But after awhile, it got old.

Emily got up off the couch and scooped her son into her arms, tickling his pudge of a tummy. "You ready for bed now?"

Her son shook his head, nuzzling his head in the crook of her neck. "Bah…goo."

Emily giggled slightly as she felt her son's lips vibrate against her neck. "Bagoo? That a new word?"

She watched as her son picked up his head and smiled, giggling at the smile on his mother's face. "Mama."

Emily's eyes widened as she nodded her head, a smile spreading across her face. "That's right. I'm Mama." She squealed as he nodded his head, and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "Say it again."

"Mama!"

Emily nodded her head, smiling widely at her young son. "Yay! You said your first word!" She continued to cover her giggling baby with wet kisses before perching him on her hip. "You have no idea how cute you are, do you Andy?"

Andrew shook his head before pointing up the stairs, yawning fully. "Mama."

"Ok, we're gonna have to work on 'who' Mama is."

…

Emily smiled as she crawled into her bed, the cold air masked by the warmth of her comforter. She felt herself just about to drift off… when there was a knock at the door.

She groaned aloud before throwing the covers off of her, and slipping on her robe. She lazily trotted down the steps as she pulled her robe tight around her, before she opened the door. "If you're soliciting I am so gonna stick your head up your own-"

"Emily."

Emily's eyes widened before she pulled her robe as tight as it could be, feeling the pressure of the fabric suffocating her skin. "Ray. What are you doing here?"

Ray scratched a part of his blond head, before shoving his hand into his jacket pocket. "I needed to see you."

Emily shook her head, plastering a fake smile on her face. "Why? What is the point of coming to your ex-wife's house when she has work in the morning, and a one year old son sleeping upstairs." She crossed her arms under her breasts, her dark brown eyes smoldering into his light green ones. "Come to finally give me some of that child support you owe?"

Ray shook his head, handing an envelope out to her.

She snatched the envelope from his hand, looking the crisp white holder over. "What is it?"

"Something I should have done long ago."

…

Emily ran into the BAU bullpen with a crying Andrew in her arms. She didn't even take the time to set her briefcase at her desk before running up into her boss' office, ignoring the concerned looks of her colleagues.

"Prentiss?"

Emily shook her head, holding her crying son against her. "Hotch I need your help. Please."

Hotch nodded, setting down his pen before standing out of his chair. "What's wrong? What do you need help with?"

"You remember my ex-husband?"

He nodded again.

"He's trying to steal Andrew from me."

"What?"

Emily let a tear fall from her eye as she bounced her wailing son in her arms. "He's battling me for custody."