Derek glances over at Emily, he could tell something has been bothering her lately. She just wasn't acting right, she was anxious, jumpy, nervous, and she would wring her hands together every few minutes. He didn't want to say anything in front of anyone because he wanted to respect Emily's privacy, she wouldn't want the whole floor to know her business. That's why when she got up to leave that evening, Derek followed her. "Emily." He calls out and she turns around.

"Yeah?" She asks turning around and pressing the down button.

"I'll walk you out." He says.

"You don't have to do that." She says stepping into the elevator, he follows.
"I want to." He presses the ground floor button. "So, what's up with you?" He asks as the elevator starts its slow descent to the parking garage.

"What do you mean?" She asks looking at the ground.

"Emily, you work with profilers, do you really think we don't know something is bothering you?"
Emily groans and looks at him. "I really hate this job sometimes." He smirks. "I'm telling him tonight."
"Oh." Derek is shocked, Emily is almost 12 weeks pregnant, he thought she would have already told him.

"Yeah, I've been putting off for about a month now, so I figure I might as well do it now."

"Do you want me to come with you?" He asks, more concerned about what the guy would do rather that if Emily needed company.

"No, I think I'll be okay." The elevator dings, signaling their arrival. "But thanks any way." She leans in and kisses his cheek, it's a small gesture to show appreciation, but it makes Derek's heart speed up and his hands start to sweat.

"You're welcome." He manages not to sound like a boy going through puberty. "See you later." She waves and he watches her until the elevator doors shut.
Emily pulls up to the small two story house in the middle of a well polished neighborhood, his yard had two bicycles and a swing hanging from the large tree placed off to the left side of his house. 'How could I not know he was married with two kids?' She asks herself as she shuts off the engine. She grabs the envelope from her passenger seat, waiver of paternal custody. 'I hope she's not here.' She thinks as she gets out of her car. She walks up to the front door and knocks. 'Just sign the papers and be done with it.' Emily's thoughts are stopped when a woman's voice flood's her ears.

"Hi, can I help you?" Emily looks at the woman, she's a few inches shorter than Emily with long blonde hair and piercing green eyes. She's holding a little girl with soft blonde curls and brown eyes on her hip. 'Great, I have to do this in front of his wife and daughter.' She thinks as she clutches the envelope.

"I'm looking for Chris." She says. The woman steps into the house a little bit.

"Chris, there's a woman here for you." She yells.

"I'll be right there." He yells back.

"Sorry, we're trying to get the little one's in the bath." She says stepping out on to the porch. "So what's this about?"
"It's private." Emily says.

"I'm his wife."

"I know bu..."
"Who is it?" She stops when she hears his voice and sees him step outside. "Kim, take Julie inside." He says to his wife.

"Who is she?" Kim turns to her husband.

"No one important." Chris says. "Take Julie inside." The woman sighs and goes back into their house. "You have no right showing up at my home like this Emily. What we had ended a long time ago."
"I know, believe me." She hands him the envelope. "I'm pregnant."
"What?"

"Yup, if you could just sign those papers I'll never bother you again. My lawyers number is in there call him when you have them ready and he'll let me know."

"How do I know the kid's mine?" He asks opening the envelope.

"Well you were the only person I was sleeping with, so yeah." She crosses her arms over her chest.

"I'll need to talk to my lawyer first."
"That's fine with me as long as you sign the papers." Emily says and turns to leave. She gets in her car and takes a deep breath. 'I'm glad that's over.' She starts the car and pulls out. She stops by Mario's to grab a pizza before going back to her apartment. She steps out of the elevator and on to her floor and nearly drops the pizza when she sees Derek standing at her door. "Jesus Derek." She laughs coming up to him. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry."

"Hold this." She hands him the pizza and grabs her keys out of her purse. "What are you doing here?" She asks taking the pizza and opening the door.

"I just wanted to know how it went." He follows her into her apartment and closes the door, he looks down when he feels something rub against his leg he bends down and pets the little ball of fur Emily calls her cat. "So how did it go?" He asks looking up at her.

"Um, pretty good I guess." She sets the pizza box on the entrance table as she takes her shoes off. "I think he's going to give up his rights."

"Is that a good thing?" He asks standing up.

"Yeah, I think. I mean he already has two kids and a wife. How much is he possibly going to be a part of my baby's life?" She asks picking up the pizza box. "Have you ate?" She asks walking to her kitchen, Derek following her.

"No." He takes a seat at her kitchen island where she sets the pizza down. "What do you got?" He asks opening the box. "Gross. Pineapple, really?" He asks giving her a look.

"Yes really, it's delicious." She grabs two bottles of water from her fridge and hands him one before sitting down. "Have you ever had it?" She asks picking up a slice. He shakes his head. "Then how do you know it's gross?"
"Because pineapple doesn't belong on pizza." She holds out the piece.

"Take a bite." He shakes his head. "Please, for me." He shakes his head. "I'm hormonal Derek, you're going to make me cry."
"Seriously Em?" She nods and he groans. "Fine," He takes the slice of pizza and takes a bite out of it. He chews it slowly.

"So, how is it?" She asks grabbing a few napkins from the roll on the island.

"It's pretty good, but I'm still more of a supreme man."

"Told you." She takes a slice and starts eating. Pretty soon the pizza is gone and Derek throws the box away. "You have a little." Emily points to the corner of his mouth and hands him a napkin.

"Did I get it?" He asks and she nods. "Good." He takes his seat next to her after throwing the used napkin away. "So, you're really going to do this alone?" He asks.

"I kind of have to." She says. "It's not like he's going to leave his wife, which I wouldn't want anyway."
"You'll always have me." He says.

"I know." She smiles and looks him in the eyes. "And I'm so grateful for that. I don't know what I'd do without you." Derek doesn't know why he does it, but he leans in and places a kiss to Emily's lips. She closes her eyes and kisses him back. After a few moments, she pushes him away. "Derek, I.. We... We shouldn't of done that." She places her hand to her lips.

"Emily I'm..."
"I think you should go, I'm getting kind of tired." She says standing up.

"Emily, I'm sorry." He stands up. 'Way to ruin it Morgan.' He thinks to himself. "I didn't mean too."
"You can show yourself out." She leaves him in her kitchen and goes to her room. 'God, why did he have to go and do that?' She sits on the edge of her bed. 'Things were going just fine and he had to go and kiss me.' She runs her hands down her face and groans. Maybe if she wasn't pregnant, she'd have kept kissing him. But it's not just her anymore. She has to think of her baby first, and a relationship with Derek can't happen. At least not right now.

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Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I want your opinion. Should Emily have a boy or a girl? Names? Should she be with Derek by the time she has the baby or should they get together after? Just leave a review with your opinion and anything else you'd like to see in the story.