"David Rossi, you son of a bitch."

Erin stood in front of her full length mirror attempting to zip up her favorite black pencil skirt in vain. Her rounded belly was becoming very obvious and non of her clothes were fitting. She was on the brink of tears and bit her lip to keep them at bay. With a growl, she yanked the skirt down her legs and kicked it off her feet across the floor. She stomped to the closet like a child and rifled through her clothes, settling on a dress she bought when she gained some weight in rehab. She learned quickly that replacing alcohol with food was not the best choice and went on a diet the day she was out of the hospital. The dress was nice and snug (a little too snug) around her belly, but was huge everywhere else. The thin shoulder straps were falling off her shoulders and her breasts were spilling out of the top. She quickly grabbed a tan cardigan and threw it on over the dress, but it was of no use.

"I look like I've been mugged!" she yelled out in frustration.

She took the outfit off and tossed it onto the bed carelessly, her hands coming up to her face as she let out a sigh. 'Damn David Rossi and his sperm!' she thought. Walking over to her vanity, she grabbed her cell phone and dialed his number in anger.

"Hello?"

"I hate you."

"Well, good morning to you too, babe," he replied sarcastically. "What do you hate me for?"

"None of my clothes fit, my tits hurt, and I ate an entire bag of candy corn last night. I hate candy corn, David!" She heard him chuckle and she knew she was being dramatic, but her hormones were out of whack and the tears she had been holding back finally spilled out of her eyes. "It's not funny!"

His laughed stopped when he heard emotion in her voice. "Hey, I'm sorry," he soothed. "Don't cry. I know you're not feeling well."

"I'm not and it's your fault," she grumbled.

"Last time I checked it took two to tango."

"Really? You wanna add fuel to the fire right now?"

"No," he immediately backed off. "What do you want me to do, Erin? Do you want me to buy you a whole new wardrobe for the next six months?"

"No, I want you to let me bitch at you and not say anything sarcastic in response."

"I can do that."

She snorted. "We'll see."

He chortled on the other end and she allowed a smile to creep onto her lips. "Listen, I gotta go, babe. I just got to work. Come see me when you get in."

"I have a meeting," she told him, standing up from the bed to look in the mirror again.

"Are you free for lunch?" he asked, hopeful.

"Doubt it," she muttered. She held the phone between her shoulder and her ear, her hands trailing down to her rounded stomach. She had to admit it, she really did miss being pregnant, no matter the cravings, acne, or the fact that nothing fit.

"Well, I'll try to see you sometime today. And if not then I'll come over tonight."

"Mmkay," she agreed, turning back to her hazardous closet. "Bye, David."

"Bye."

She tossed the phone on the bed and snatched a black maxi skirt and a loose red sweater from their hangers. She slipped on her three inc heels to dress up the casual skirt and pulled up the sleeves on the sweater. A loop necklace and hoop earrings finished off the outfit and she grabbed her purse and phone, leaving the house in a huff.

"Holy crap," Emily muttered as she watched Strauss stroll into the bullpen.

Morgan, Reid, and JJ all took in the appearance of the section chief.

"I've never seen her dressed so... casual," Reid commented with a frown.

"Is she-" JJ stopped herself and turned back to the files she was handing out.

"What?" Derek asked, eyeing the blonde. "Is she what?"

"Nothing," JJ shook her head and shrugged at him, giving him a small smile.

Derek narrowed his eyes at her in suspicion before looking back at Strauss who was knocking on David's office door.

Without waiting for a reply, Erin simply opened the door and closed it behind her, ignoring David's surprised face. "Are you ready to go?" she asked outright.

David stared at her, his jaw slacked and his eyes wide. "Uhh, what?"

"Lunch," she crossed her arms over her chest, accentuating her bump even more, and cocked her hip. "I'm thinking Chinese."

Recalling their phone conversation that morning, David seemed to snap out of a daze as he stood from his chair and made his way over to her. "You sure you're not craving Italian?" he asked cockily as he placed his hands on her hips and his lips at the base of her neck. 'God, she smells amazing.'

"No, asshole," she bit out. "Chinese."

He ignored her continued his kisses, his lips stopping at her ear. "Cause I'm craving German..."

"My ex-husband was German. I'm of English decent."

His head dropped to he shoulder and he slumped against her in defeat. "You're killing me here."

She smiled and wrapped her arms around him finally. "Get me some Chinese, let me finish some paperwork, and then I'm all yours Agent Rossi."

He lifted his head and swiftly kissed her before opening the door and practically pushing her out of the office. She threw her head back and laughed as David guided her by her hips, a smile gracing his face as well. The team watched the exchange in surprise, sharing glances and bemused expressions, but ultimately, each member had slight grin on their face.

When they reached the privacy of the elevator, David's hands traveled all over her body. "I really like this outfit."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, it's my last resort. I'm about to enter my second trimester and I'm not too thrilled about how big I already am."

"You're not big," he countered, his hands settling on her belly. "You're growing our child, Erin. Do you understand how unbelievably sexy that is to me?"

She snorted and shook her head, accepting a small kiss. The elevator dinged and they walked out into the lobby of FBI headquarters, keeping a safe distance. In the bullpen, they didn't really care who saw them holding hands, but you never knew what "higher up" was lurking throughout the rest of the building. They had a professional relationship to maintain. As they exited the front doors, Erin felt David slip his hand into hers, lacing their fingers and she let a small smile grace her face. She was slowly realizing that she gave no shits about who saw them.

"I'm planning on telling the kids this weekend."

David paused in taking a bite of his Chinese noodles and glanced at her across the table. "Oh?"

Erin nodded her head and kept her gaze on her plate. "I want you there with me when I tell them." When he didn't respond she looked up into his unsure eyes. "It's not a big deal, David," she told him. "They already adore you. Not saying that they'll react the way I want them to, but eventually they'll get over it. Emma especially will be excited."

"Are you sure?" he asked, placing his fork down and folding his hands in front of him, his elbows resting on the table.

"Definitely. She's always wanted a little brother or sister," she grinned. "Oh, her birthday is coming up. I have to-"

"No, Erin," he cut her off gently. "I meant, are you sure you want me to help you tell them?" This was a big thing for him. He figured she would want to tell her children in her own way, by herself. He never expected her to let him be there with her, let alone help her explain their situation.

Erin took slight offense and frowned, setting her fork down as well. "What do you mean am I sure I want you with me? I thought we agreed we would do this together. That includes telling my children."

He nodded and took a sip of his water, glancing at the other patrons before settling his eyes back on her. "When is Emma's birthday?" He was anxious to change the subject and it worked because her hard gaze turned soft and a smile took over her lips.

"Next week," she picked up her fork again and began digging back into her pork. "She's turning nine. Can you believe that?"

"Wow," David grinned. "Will has a birthday soon as well, right? Isn't his a month after Em's?"

Erin felt her heart swell with warmth and adoration. They were barely dating for two months and he remembered her children's birthdays. "Yes," she said. "My little man is turning 16. Evelyn has a surprise birthday bash planned for him. Swimming pool, barbecue, and lots of loud, obnoxious music. Lucky me."

He chuckled and reached across the table to grab her hand, his thumb caressing the back of it. "Erin," he became very serious and she leaned forward a bit out of nervousness. "I want you to know that I'm beyond excited about this. You, the baby, all of it. I may falter down the line, though, but I want you to know that I want this. Okay?"

She felt tears prick her eyes and she raised his hand to her lips. "Thank you," she whispered.

"For what?"

She thought about it for a moment. "For everything."

They shared a smile and returned to their meal. The words "I love you" danced on the tips of their tongues, but neither said it. Neither knew how to say it. They were both so damaged from previous relationships and those three words were something you didn't just throw out there, especially when stakes were so high. The most they could do was stay together and do what was best for their unborn child.

Looking up from their plates, Erin and David shared a glance. They could do this without fucking everything up.

Hopefully.

Author's Note: Huh. So I really didn't have an out to this chapter. Haha Review please!