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May 2011:

When Emily Hotchner (nee Prentiss) went into labour for the second time late on Sunday night, first of May, Aaron Hotchner was in the kitchen washing up the dishes which had accumulated after a weekend with Jack, as Emily sat resting on the lounge.

He left the kitchen quickly when he heard Emily's yell. Dashing into the lounge room, he saw her sitting on the edge of the lounge, one hand braced beside her, the other on her belly as a painful contraction ripped through her. As it passed, Emily looked up at Aaron's worried face. Wincing in pain, she grimaced. 'Looks like another baby Hotchner will be making another early arrival.'

Grabbing his hand, she stands up, but swears and grips his shirt as another contraction rips through her. She could sense that this labour was going to be fast.

Refusing to let go of her husband, she allowed him to shuffle her with him as he reaches for his mobile, intent on getting a call through to JJ. They needed to get to the hospital as soon as possible.

When her mobile rang, Rossi and JJ were both relaxing on a lounge, having just finished a dinner that Rossi had cooked for his favourite people, and put three year old Henry to bed. Groaning at the noise, JJ got herself up from the lounge, using Dave's knee as a booster, as his hand naturally fell low on her back to help push her up.

Seeing the Caller Id, she quickly flipped open the phone. 'Hotch? Is everything okay?'

Hearing Hotch's name, Rossi stood up to stand near JJ so he could follow the conversation.

'Emily's in labour now? But it's early.'

'Yeah I know that Lexi was early too.'

'Okay, back on track. Yep, we can take Lexi no worries.'

By this point, JJ is patting Rossi's chest in excitement at the pending birth. 'You want us to come and pick her up?'

'Dave's here with me.'

'Mmm. Okay. See you soon!'

Duly ordered, Dave collects up his jacket, keys and wallet and gets ready to drive over to the Hotchner place. As he left, JJ began to set up the travel cot that had been dropped by two weeks earlier in preparation of the upcoming birth.

Snapping his phone shut, Hotch looks down at the woman in his arms who is clenching his shirt as another contraction rolls over her.

'Dave will be here soon to grab Lexi.'

'Dave? Not JJ? I swear, I wish the two of them would get their act together. They're good together.'

Hotch chuckled, kissing the top of her head. When his wife started spouting off like this, he knew that she would be screaming at him come 'pushing' time. This was the one aspect of childbirth he could do without!

Entangling himself from Emily, he gripped her hands as he explained he needed to get Lexi ready as Rossi would be here in 20. Emily nodded in understanding, and Hotch raced to his daughter's bedroom to put together a 'baby go bag'.

Returning to the lounge room again, he found Emily walking the length of the room, before clutching the top of the lounge as another contraction ripped through her once again. Coming to stand behind her, he felt her rigid stomach ripple as the contraction passed.

Checking the time, and dropping a quick kiss against her sweaty brow, Hotch goes to get Emily's hospital bag, adding a few things at Emily's requests, the contractions lightening up a little.

Adding the bag to the growing pile at the door, Hotch checked on Emily who was breathing in and out, walking the length of the lounge room, before slipping into his daughter's room. Looking down at the angelic, sleeping face of his only daughter, he sincerely hoped that she would not awaken. She was not such an angel she woke up, much like her father!

Pulling back her sheets, and slipping his hands under her body, he gently lifted her out of her cot, and straight onto his shoulder. Lexi thankfully remained asleep, resting on her daddy's shoulder as he moved around.

Picking up a blanket from the drawer, Hotch drew the blanket over her sleeping form, tucking it around her. With a firm hand on her back, he returned to the lounge room where Emily still paced.

With a hand on her back, she looked up when Hotch entered the room. She smiled at the sight of her husband with their daughter sleeping on his shoulder, as said husband looked at her worriedly.

'You okay?' Emily raised her eyebrow incredulously in response.

'Right. Wrong question,' mumbled Hotch. 'There's Dave,' he added thankfully.

As Rossi stepped out of his car, the front door was opened by Aaron Hotchner in jeans and a pullover, his baby girl snuggled into his neck. Disregarding pleasantries, Hotch reaches down to pick up the car seat next to him to give to Rossi as he picks up Lexi's bag.

Once Lexi is strapped into the car, still sound asleep, Hotch leans in and kisses her soundly. Feeling a hand on his back, he turns, startled to see Emily standing there. 'Em...'

'Ssh,' was her response as Emily leaned down to kiss her daughter's forehead.

Keeping his arms on Emily, Hotch shuts the car door and turns to Rossi. 'Thanks man. And tell JJ thanks too. We'll keep you updated.'

'Sure thing. Anything else?'

But before Hotch can respond, Emily suddenly lets out a scream of pain as her waters break, spurring both men into action. Rossi quickly starts the car and drives off as Hotch hurries to fetch Emily's bag, lock up the house and head to the hospital.

When Rossi arrives back at JJ's house, he picks up the 16 month old Lexi and carries her inside. As JJ puts Lexi to bed, Rossi got on the blower to the rest of the team to advise them of the baby Hotchner birth status.

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In the wee hours of the Monday morning, after a quick fire six and a half hour labour, Saxon Jonathon Hotchner makes his arrival, all eight pounds and 6 ounces of him.

Rossi had spent the night at the Jareau household, and so Hotch's phone call that morning found him sitting at the breakfast table with Henry in his lap as they ate breakfast, Lexi happily being fed by her Aunty JJ in the high chair.

'Dave? Why are you still at JJ's?'

'Well,' said Rossi, staring with a mock glare at JJ in front of him. 'Somebody coerced me into staying and assisting with the rubble rouse that are my niece and nephew!'

Barking in sudden laughter, Hotch enquired after his daughter. 'How's Lexi?'

'Just fine. Currently thoroughly enjoying her stewed apples and custard, though I fear that she has more around her mouth, than actually in it.'

Grinning at the image, Hotch's focus turns to work. 'Rossi, it goes without saying, but I'm off for the week, so you're in charge. I'll speak with Strauss this morning.'

'No worries.'

Later in the day, Hotch swings by to pick up Lexi from JJ's house on his way to picking up Jack (with Hayley's permission) from school, so that they can both visit their new baby brother.

When the team visits after work later that day, they are greeted with the sight of an excited Jack Hotchner, huge grin plastered on his face, struggling to sit still enough to hold the little bundle in his father's arms, as Emily lies back on the pillows, Lexi cuddled into her side.