Different Shades of the Same Colour

Chapter Ten – Daddy to Be

As Harry walked through the front door he could smell the lovely scent of spaghetti and meatballs. He frowned as he continued into the kitchen, it wasn't everyday he came home to find Emily cooking and he realised he quite liked the thought. Stopping in the threshold of the kitchen his frown turned into a smile as he saw Emily, in jeans and a tank top, stirring the meatballs and sauce. He watched for a few moments before Emily turned around, spying him in her peripherals.

"Hey baby," she greeted bounding to him and engulfing him in a hug.

He hugged her back, loving the feel of having her in his arms. She pulled back and gave him a peck on the lips before directing him to sit at the bench.

"Well that was a nice welcome," Harry joked, as he stripped of his suit jacket and sat on the bar stool.

Emily smiled before speaking, "You deserve it. Now, dinners almost ready so just sit there and relax okay?"

"Sure," Harry easily agreed, as Emily fixed him some scotch.

"How was your day?" Emily asked as she went back to cooking, biting her lip nervously. She didn't know why she was nervous; she knew Harry would be ecstatic that she was pregnant. She had nothing to worry about though, he wouldn't run off and leave her, and in fact he wanted a child even more than she did.

"It was fine," he replied, taking a sip of his scotch, "The Henderson case is slow going but I think a trial date will be set for a week after we get back from our honeymoon," he told her, watching as she served up the spaghetti and meatballs onto plates.

"That's good," Emily replied absent-mindedly.

Harry watched her for a moment, noticing how distracted and nervous she seemed. He hoped she wasn't getting cold feet about the wedding because he loved her so much that he wouldn't know what to do with himself if she didn't want to go through with the wedding. Standing he made his way around the bench and stood behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist, stilling her movements.

"What's up baby? I can tell something's on your mind," he whispered in her ear, his chin resting on her shoulder.

Emily took a deep breath, setting the serving spoon down as she turned in his arms. She smiled nervously as she draped her own arms over his shoulders, clasping her hands together behind his neck.

"You're right something is on my mind… I wasn't going to tell you like this," he mumbled nervously, "I wanted it to be special but I suppose this is good too."

"What's going on baby? What do you need to tell me?" Harry asked curiously, mulling over her words trying to figure out what she was talking.

"I'm pregnant, Harry," Emily sighed happily, "We're going to have a baby."

"Are you serious Emily? We're having a baby?" Harry asked excitedly. Emily nodded her head yes as Harry hugged her tighter, pulling her up off the ground and swinging her around slightly. "That's wonderful!" he told her once he'd put her back on the ground again.

As soon as he'd set her down on her feet his hands were covering her still flat stomach tenderly. He bent down so his head was level with her tummy and gently kissed it as she looked down at him grinning.

"Hello baby, it's your daddy here," he cooed, "I love you so much already. You're going to be the most spoilt little girl in the world."

"Little girl?" Emily asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"Yes, girl. She's going to be a little princess and she's going to look just like you too," Harry replied as he straightened up and hugged her tight against him.

Emily smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him back. They stayed in the embrace for a moment more, savouring the feeling of being in each others arms. Harry pulled back after a moment and stared at Emily, taking in her appearance.

"What?" Emily asked, confused by his appraisal.

"How far along are you?" he asked, keeping a hold of her waist.

"Um, I'm not sure, it'll be too early to tell," Emily replied, suddenly try to figure out a timeline, "It will be less than eight weeks though."

"Wow," Harry whispered, staring happily at Emily.

"Yeah."

"When do you want to tell people?" Harry asked suddenly, surprising Emily. The brunette's feelings were mixed on the subject; on one hand she wanted to wait until close to the second trimester to tell anyone because of her age. Whereas, she couldn't wait to tell her friends, even though she knew Penelope wouldn't be completely thrilled. Her silent musing however had given Harry the wrong impression, his face and posture stiffening the longer she stayed silent.

"Do you not want to tell people about the baby?" he asked his voice deadly quiet.

"What? Oh Harry no, no that's not it. Of course I want to tell people," she told him quickly, hoping to abate his fears, "I just…think it'll be better if we don't tell anyone until the end of the first trimester, you know? There're a lot of risks considering my age," Emily continued softly, trying not to let her worry show.

"Of course baby, I didn't even think," Harry replied gently squeezing her sides, "Nothing will happen though, okay. Our baby will be fine."

"I know," she whispered, loving this caring and gentle side of her fiancé.

"Maybe you should tell your boss though," Harry suggested, "I don't think it's a good idea for you to be in the field too much now that you're pregnant though. We wouldn't want you to over-exert yourself or stress too much, would we," Harry told her, as Emily thought over what he'd said.

"I'll talk to Hotch tomorrow," Emily told him, knowing what he was saying made sense. She didn't want to put any extra risk on the baby, considering the pregnancy was already high risk. She'd never forgive herself if anything happened to this baby, even though she'd doubted wether she and Harry were ready for a child, she still loved the baby inside her with everything she had.

"Good," Harry said happily, "God I love you Emily."

"I love you too," Emily replied, pulling him in to a loving kiss.

AN: So, this took me a little longer simply because I only had one review last chapter and it was a bit of a blow to my self confidence in this story. I'm not really sure what happened with the last chapter but even if it was horrible I'd like to know. Any type of review is better than none, for me at least.

Anyway, this chapter is a little short and basically a filler. I needed Emily to tell Harry and I also wanted Harry to try to start to exert some control over Emily's work. Hence, suggesting she stop doing field work.

I hope you liked. Please review. :) LT.