The days between then and New Year's eve passed quickly. Just before Sarah knocked on Hotch's door she heard a familiar song from inside. She smiled and knocked and when Hotch opened the door he looked at her his eyes smiling.

"I don't know if I should be mad at you or not. Those chipmunks are driving me nuts."

Sarah chuckled. "I guess you don't want to see the second present that Garcia missed then?" she asked holding up something that looked suspiciously like a DVD.

"Sequel?" he asked.

"Actually it's the "Squeakquel", but I don't suppose that matters."

He shook his head and let her in. "At least it's some other songs," he muttered. "Dinner's almost ready."

"Can I help with anything?"

"Yes, you can sit down and "chill-axe"." He said embracing her with one arm and kissing her on the side of her head. Sarah chuckled and went to sit down next to Jack who took out the cd player she'd gotten for him for his birthday and asked her to sing just like she had done on his birthday.

Hotch listened to them as he finished up and called them to dinner. The meal finished and Sarah helped washing up letting Jack watch his new DVD. "I've been thinking," Hotch spoke while drying a plate. "About Christmas."

"Mhm?"

"What were you thinking when Morgan held that mistletoe over our heads?" He put the dry plate away.

"I honestly wondered what it was at first," Sarah smiled. "But then I got annoyed and embarrassed that he would do something like that. Especially when he knew." Her hands became still leaning on the sink.

"What did he know?" Hotch asked stepping closer to her.

She sighed, "how I feel about you."

"And what is that?" he asked gently turning her around to face him. She stared at his chest silently until he pulled up her chin so he could look at her. "How do you feel about me, Sarah?"

"I love you," she whispered. Hotch, holding her gaze, leant down and kissed her lips slowly. She reciprocated and as he moved his arms around her waist she moved hers around his neck. "I wanted to tell you, when we were in the hospital," she told him when they stopped to breathe.

"What stopped you?"

"I wasn't sure you...or if I..." she paused trying to think of the right words. His hand travelled to her neck and she leaned into the touch. She looked up at him, some uncerntainty still visible in her eyes.

"I love you, Sarah. Know that for sure," he told her and kissed her deeply. He grabbed hold of her body and lifted her up onto the counter.

"How long have you known?"

"About you? A while. Suspercted longer. It wasn't until later I could tell for sure you knew yourself."

"And about you?"

"Since Jack and I went to get your birthday present. When did you know?"

"My birthday, in the morning when it was just the three of us. Does the team know?"

"If they don't I'll fire them," Hotch said kissing her.

"Damn profilers," she chuckled and she felt him smile against her lips.

They missed the fireworks that night.

Months passed. It was early in the morning when movement woke Sarah. She opened her eyes to see Hotch watching her with a smile playing on his lips.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," he said and kissed her gently.

"With that kiss, I forgive you," she smiled. They had been on vacation together for the past five days and they enjoyed their late mornings, which only became late because they wouldn't leave the bed until nature called.

"I've got something for you," he announced and reached towards the bedside table. "Remember how angry you got at the doctors when Jack broke his leg?" she nodded wondering where he was going with it. "Well, if you want. You could wear this and not have to argue with them about seeing Jack if it ever happens again."

"Aaron..." her gaze went from the ring he was holding up to his eyes. She sat up and he followed her with worry in his features. "I- I need to tell you something first. Now, I only found out last night for sure which is why I had trouble getting to sleep." By now she had learnt that the subtle change in his eyes meant he had and idea about what was going on but wanted to wait for confirmation before saying anything. She reached into her own bedside table drawer, pulled out a white stick and gave it to him. "I'm pregnant."

"You're sure?" he asked looking up at her.

"That's the fourth test I took. They were all the same." Any unease she might've felt dissipated when he, while kissing her, pushed her down onto the bed. "You're really ok with this?" she asked when the kisses ceased.

He held up the ring again with a smile, "it makes me want to slip this on your finger even more."