Emily smiled at herself in the mirror, her fingers fixing the loose curls she had set into her hair. She decided to wear the dark red dress that ended at her knees with a v-neck that went to the top of her abdomen, just below the bottom edge of her breasts. She wore black pumps that were rounded in the front, just to give her toes the room they needed.
"Mom! Hurry up already!"
The brunette huffed before fixing her lipstick and smiling into the mirror one more time before turning and walking out of the bathroom. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she made her way to the foyer, smiling as she set her hands on her hips and twirled for her children. "Alright, I spent two hours in the bathroom and did my beautiful hair with my crappy curling iron. So how do I look?"
Cheyenne's smile was as bright as her light pink dress that gave an appropriate amount of leg, and showing barely any cleavage. "Mom, you look amazing!"
"You look really pretty mommy!"
Emily smiled down to her son, parting his hair just right before kissing his forehead. "Thank you baby. You look very handsome, yourself." She laughed as he tugged his little suit jacket just a tad tighter and bulked up his chest, his smile tiny and cute. Her eyes slowly darted to her other daughter, smiling slightly when she saw her in the darkest of black dresses, maturely covering her to her knees, the fabric hanging loosely around her shoulders. "Sweetheart, you look beautiful."
Kristen nodded her head, setting a wave of her hair behind her ear. "You look real pretty, mom."
"Thank you darling."
Hotch came out from his room and quietly descended the staircase with his son on his hip, their suits identical and their ties dark to accent their eyes. His glance immediately landed on the beautiful woman in red, his eyes checking out ever curve accentuated in her outfit. "Emily, you look stunning."
Emily turned to see her handsome houseguest standing not three feet away, his eyes burning through hers. She smiled softly and took Jack from his arms before letting a blush set across her cheeks. "Thank you, Aaron."
"I think you look prettier than a princess, Emmy!"
The brunette smiled down at the young boy in her arms and kissed his head before setting him down next to her son. "Well thank you, Mr. Jack! You look pretty darn handsome."
Jack smiled wide at the woman in front of her and gave her a hug around her legs.
Emily beamed as everyone got their coats, thanking the man who kissed her cheek and helped her slip her arms into the jacket. "Alright. Aaron will sit up front with me and can one of you girls hold Brandon on your lap? It's not that long of a drive to the Embassy."
Kristen immediately bent down and lifted her squealing little brother onto her hip. "I call!"
Both adults watched as all four kids ran out of the house and quickly slammed their doors after jumping into the car. Emily shook her head as she grabbed her purse, taking Hotch's hand before leading him out into the cold. "Was that just weird for you?"
"No, I'm pretty sure it was weird for me too. I haven't known your kids for long, but I've never seen Kristen to, um…"
"Nice?"
"Exactly!"
Emily giggled as she and her houseguest walked to the car, smiling softly as he pulled the passenger side door open for her. "Thank you, Aaron."
Hotch nodded before shutting her door, jogging to the drivers side with her car keys in hand. Once in his seat and the key in the ignition, he smiled into the rearview mirror. "Everybody ready for a trip to your grandmother's?"
"Are you?"
His eyebrow lifted as he drove them downtown, his eyes squinting as he heard a snort from beside him. "What do you mean?"
Cheyenne smirked from her seat in the back, ignoring the small blonde boy next to her who continued to poke her arm. "Mr. Hotchner, you've met my grandmother. She's tough and mean and pretty bitchy when she needs to be." She smiled sweetly to her glaring mother before continuing. "But these family dinners are so intense, especially with my Aunt D. You're gonna need a valium after this."
"Cheyenne!"
"What? It's true!"
Emily shook her head before turning on the radio, her eyes slowly drifting to the window as Hotch's hand laid above hers. She felt her breath quicken and her eyes soften, her palm turning upwards to let her fingers intertwine with his.
Ten minutes later, the family arrived at the mansion about a mile away from the city. Hotch parked behind every other car that was in front of the large maple entrance doors. Once the Hotchner's and Prentiss' were out of their car, all hands clutched one another's hands, their faces calm as the door opened.
Emily grinned sinfully at the blonde who opened the door, her hand squeezing Hotch's just a bit tighter. "Hello Darc."
"Hello Emily. Better get your ass in here."
