The noose-like object slithered around his neck, and then draped downwards. He could hear the raucous clangour from outside: the sound pouring in endlessly from the upstairs room. His palms began to sweat profusely; his mind just drifting as his hands loosened the tie. Will hated wearing ties, but this was an occasion he could not refuse to: his wedding night. In a whirlwind week, he had been shot, almost lost his family, and finally convinced his ethereal goddess, Jennifer Jareau, to marry him. This was it. This was the night he'd been waiting for since that fateful July day in 2009.

…..

JJ was already pregnant with what was going to be their blonde, boisterous son, Henry. Her bump was beginning to become increasingly conspicuous, and needless to say, Will was nervous, although he tried hiding it every morning as he woke up to his alabaster goddess. It was hot in D.C., but it was something he had already gotten used to in Louisiana anyway. The morning sunlight poured through the seams in the curtains and crack in the middle of the blankets, heating it up to a point where JJ could no longer stand it. She stirred awake, tossing the blanket off as best as she could with the protruding bump for relief.

"I'll get that." Will mumbled in his usual accent. He didn't bother to pretend to be asleep that morning, which he usually did. Truth was, as the days flew by, he became more anxiety-stricken, taunted constantly with the thought of fatherhood. Of course, he would eventually be a great father, but he couldn't have known it then. He had proposed to JJ earlier, to which she respectfully declined, and had slightly petrified him. The word 'slightly' was an understatement, given the, albeit, numerous cases of domestic trouble he had seen as a cop. Sure, he'd loved her, and never hesitated to tell her so, but she was the complete opposite, rather reticent for the most part. He wasn't confident about anything, really, and the fumbling mess and disorientation he was in D.C. didn't quite provide him with any sense of relief.
"What time is it?" JJ asked, rubbing her sore eyes.

"Seven-ten, sweetheart." He replied with a small smile.

…..

There was a soft knock on the door, and then it creaked open, the sound aggravating enough that Will gritted his teeth. For some reason, he'd begun reacting to otherwise normal sounds since his last case, which made it both frustrating and concerning to him.

"I've been meaning to fix that annoying squeak." Rossi smirked. "Are you ready?" He then asked, swinging his jacket around his own shoulders.

"Yeah, uh- am I late?" Will asked, clearing his throat, regaining composure.

"You can't be late for your own wedding. Trust me- I've had three." Rossi smirked.

"What time is it then?" Will asked, tightening his rosy peach tie, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Seven-ten." Rossi replied, as Will finally took a last look in the elongated mirror. Turning around, Rossi escorted him down the flight of hollow stairs, and towards the large, grandiose backyard, where slow music blared into the night sky.

"It's time." Rossi whispered, as Will made it to the levelled podium, right next to a priest. This was it. Will nodded, and for a while, he had almost forgotten why he was there, and why he was in the suit, and that derisory tie. He pursed his lips together into a tight line, and as JJ walked out arm folded in her mother's, in her perennially stunning dress, he finally recalled, snapping out of the long reverie. It was probably the nerves.

That night went smoothly, which led to a quixotic morning afterwards when Will awoke with JJ in his arms, her head tucked in the crook of his shoulder. Needless to say, they had an exhausting night, and in more ways than one. For the first time for as long as he could remember, he was alone with JJ. Reid, Emily and Garcia had taken Henry out for a sleepover for JJ and Will to enjoy the day completely off. Then again, he actually couldn't remember much- the last memory of Henry was strangely the night he had returned from the hospital because of the seizure, which really had not occurred long ago. Will kept his eyes shut, unwilling to spoil it for JJ- who deserved her rest. The alarm clock went off almost on cue, which jolted Will upright, the uncanny beeping sound triggering some sort of mild hysteria. JJ awoke, as her head plummeted onto the pillow.

"Crap, we forgot to turn it off yesterday night. Somethings never change, huh?" JJ mumbled with shuteyes, as Will ran his fingers through his hair, and settled back next to her. She put her arm around his torso, as he switched the alarm off with haste.

"I guess we did." He replied, his heart beginning to slow to a normal pace.

"Good morning, Mr Jareau." JJ smiled, as she looked at him.

"Good morning to you too, Mrs Lamontagne," Will said with his slightly crooked smile, as she placed a quick kiss on his lips. "I can't remember the last time we were so alone."

"Oh, really?" She smirked. "Last night was the best we've had in some time, that I agree with."

"Emily needs to take Henry out for sleepovers more often." Will turned to face JJ with a grin.

"She should." JJ cocked an eyebrow seductively. "Henry loves sleepovers… And I really like this. Remind me to say yes to Cameron's mum every time they have a sleepover next time."

"Next time?" Will furrowed his brows.

"Yeah- don't you remember? He was there last month. We were so worried because of the whole seizure thing, but it was fine, wasn't it?" JJ frowned, moving her hand to his chest.

"Oh yeah, it was. I just forgot for a second there because our boy's growing up so fast." Will shook his head, placing his hand on hers, feeling her slender fingers twitch to his touch.

"For a minute there, I thought you were going to say that last night was so wild you forgot…" JJ gazed into his eyes.

"I should've said that." Will nodded with a smile, concealing his fears. "Oh, but what would that have gotten me?" He asked with intent.

"Well… I for one would love to find out." Without hesitation, Will's lips crashed onto hers, his body leaning until he found hers- both without a shred of cloth on them. It was the gateway to another round of passionate lovemaking, but for Will, it kept his mind occupied for a while longer to figure out what was really wrong…

Author's note: Hi there! This is really just a draft, but I wanted to post this as soon as I could, sort of hoping I'll have some collateral to keep writing. I would love reviews, and I know this isn't much to go with, but I'd love to hear about how I'm doing so far. Do the characters sound as they would? Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this! I'll keep writing! Promise!