David had to take a minute, to stop and breath. He had been running around for the better half of the morning, from the nursery to the kitchen, a trip to the front door to let Emily in, then all around the house, getting things ready.

He was finishing breakfast when Emily came into the kitchen carrying Nico and Isabella. The babies were freshly bathed, diapered, and dressed. Emily sat them in their swinging seats and went to take the food off the oven as she and David switched places.

David leaned down to his children, reveling in the baby smell that he didn't think he would ever get enough of. The twins were a six weeks old now, and so far he had been managing life as a single father of two. Of course, the team would drop by occasionally (and by occasionally, he meant four times a week), especially Emily.

After he and Emily had eaten their bacon and eggs, they each grabbed a bottle that David had pre-made, and then grabbed a baby. They sat on the couch and coaxed the infants to open their mouths, and laughed as Nico and Isabella sucked greedily. After feeding was over, they had about an hour to watch television, and David had honestly forgotten exactly what anything over PG was like.

Now with only two hours until the big event, David found himself running around his home again, making sure he had not missed anything on his first three laps around. He almost felt on the verge of hysterical laughter or tears, he wasn't sure which. Finally a yell from Emily downstairs caught his attention.

"Come on, Dave," she called. "Hotch just called, he's there and waiting, and the rest of the team are on their way. We need to get going. If you don't have everything by now, you never will, so help me get the babies in the car."

And with that, David abandoned his quest and made his way to the garage, then helped Emily load the twins into their car seats. It was a mark of their friendship that she hadn't laughed when he had shown up at the hospital to pick everyone up with the car seats. Nico's was fine, there was nothing odd about it; baby blue with pictures of baseballs and basketballs and footballs. But Isabella's was over-the-top. Pink...lots and lots of pink. And lace. And the word "princess" stitched in big letters at the top. Emily hadn't laughed yet, but she cracked a huge smile every time she saw it.

After the drive and the traffic, they finally arrived at the large building. David parked the SUV, and then they entered through the big wooden doors, each carrying a bag and a baby. They walked straight into the hall and into a backroom, then unloaded their hall. This is where Aaron found them.

"Not starting the party without me, I hope," he said, slipping inside.

"Just in time," smiled Emily. "You may want to grab Nico from Dave before he puts a diaper on his head."

"Hey, I know how to dress my son, thank you very much," snorted Dave, but he stepped back and let Aaron have Nico anyway. "I'm going to go outside and wait for the others." And he exited the room, leaving Aaron and Emily with the twins.

He did not go and greet the others, but instead found another quieter, darker room and sat. He scrubbed his hands over his face and then leaned back in his chair, thinking.

When he and Emily had gotten the news that at least one egg had taken, David had immediately semi-retired, opting to teach recruits at the academy over flying all over the country. He made quite a few changes in his life since he found out he was actually going to become a father, the main one being that he had found his faith again.

Don't get him wrong, David had always had faith, always been a Catholic, but after the second divorce, he had become a lapsed Catholic. But ever since the ultrasound technician had happily announced "It's twins!" and he had seen the grainy images of his children, David had vowed to raise his children with faith. Now he was a regular at the church, and today was his children's day.

It was their christening.

David glanced at his watch and realized the time, then hurried off to find his friends and children again.

He met them right outside the first room, and then they quickly made their way to the pulpit, beside the large basin filled with water. The Father started the ceremony, and David looked out into the pews.

He knew that there wouldn't be that many people; the children had no mother and most of his family was dead. But his working family, the team, had all shown up.

Derek and Garcia, who had married only six months before the twins were born so Emily could fit into a bridesmaid dress, were sitting in the front left pew. Derek had his arm around Penelope, who had one arm around her belly. She was getting bigger everyday; Alexander Jonas Morgan was definitely coming soon. Penelope's other arm was resting on Hotch's son Jack's shoulders. The boy was, what, seven? Eight? He's growing so fast, David thought, realizing exactly how parental he sounded. He moved on.

Opposite them, JJ and her husband-yes, they had finally gotten married-were sitting with Henry, now four, and their newest addition James, twenty months. Reid and Garcia nad been ecstatic to have another godchild.

And speaking of Reid, there he was, sitting in the pew behind JJ, his new wife Anna tucked close to his side. His protective instincts-which no one ever knew he even had-had been thrown into overdrive ever since Anna had told him she was pregnant. They had tentatively settled on Regan Analise; Anna had wanted Regan Rose Reid, but Spencer shot it down claiming he was not naming his daughter a tongue-twister. Anna was only about three weeks behind Penelope, and Derek had once joked that he had claimed baby girl Reid for his son; a joke he immediately regretted when Penelope and Anna had taken the idea and ran with it, planning their children's wedding and what they're grandbabies would be named. Reid had glared at Morgan for a full two weeks after that. As far as he was concerned, no one was going to touch his daughter. Ever.

It made Rossi smile, to see the BAU puppy turn into Papa Bear.

Rossi brought his gaze back to the people around him. The Father was still going, and David knew he should be paying attention, but he just couldn't, so he looked around some more.

Aaron, as Godfather, was holding Nico. David took a moment to look at his son, dressed in a white romper christening outfit, white socks on his feet and a white bonnet on his head. He was wrapped in a white blanket, courtesy of Anna and Garcia, who were both quite adept at knitting. David smiled. Then moved on to Emily.

As the woman who had given his children life, he thought it only proper that she be their Godmother. So there she stood, holding Isabella. Isabella was dressed similar to her brother, in all white, except she wore a christening gown. Made of satin and silk, it trailed past the little girl's chubby legs by about a foot and a half, ending with a beautiful lace edging. Under the gown , her feet were in white sock edged with lace, and she wore a bonnet on her head, a bit more decorated that her brother's, also edged with lace. Isabella too had a blanket, also made by Anna and Garcia. She was laying quite still in Emily's arms, but David knew that wouldn't last the second that water touched her head; she hated bath time.

And David's prediction came true. While the Father dabbed at Nico's head without incident, as soon as the first drop touched Isabella's head, she let out a scream that rivaled a banshee. Their audience tried to stifle a collective chuckle, without much luck.

Finally the christening was over, and David now had both of his babies in his arms, drier and quieter than before. He had a moment to simply gaze at them, and as corny as it sounded, he felt his heart swell with love and fatherly pride.

And once again, David Rossi found himself amazed by the color white.