Emily was having a very bad morning. Nothing was going her way. She walked into the bull pen and knew it was going to get worse. She plopped down into her seat and rolled her eyes. She knew Morgan would be the first notice.

"Damn Princess. Bringing the girls out to play today?" he asked with a smile on his face.

Emily's hands immediately went up to the top of her chest where her breasts were popping out of her shirt. "I KNOW!" she whined. "They're freaking huge! I tried to find a shirt that would cover them up but they keep popping out. I didn't have anything else to wear."

She tried unsuccessfully to hook another button but it wasn't happening. She dropped her hands down onto her desk and figured she'd just forget they were there. But the second Hotch walked out of his office and she heard "hey guys, whoa!" she knew she was in trouble. Her head snapped up towards Hotch and blushed a deep crimson red. "I can't help it Hotch!" she struggled with her button again, which only resulted in her breasts being pushed up farther, to no avail and she let out a loud sigh. Emily turned her chair towards her desk again and looked at Morgan.

"Hey buddy," she yelled, "my eyes are up here!" she snapped.

Morgan's eyes met hers and he chuckled. "Sorry the girls had me occupied." Emily pouted which caused Morgan to laugh. "I can't help it Em, they're distracting."

"They're huge!" she yelled. Her hands tried to cover them up again. "They weren't this big yesterday. It's like they grew overnight!"

"Emily," Hotch called from his spot on the catwalk after watching Emily become agitated with Morgan. "Can I have a word?"

Emily nodded but felt eyes on her on her way to Hotch's office. Her eyes landed on a younger agent ogling her. "What? Have you never seen a pregnant woman before?" she yelled. "And they're boobs buddy. I'm pretty sure your wife has them," she barked as she headed up to Hotch's office.

Hotch closed the door and smiled as Emily started to ramble on. "I really can't help it Hotch," she defended herself knowing that the only reason he called her up here was to talk about her wardrobe. "And I know that I shouldn't have snapped but my hormones are out of control! I tried to find—"

"I know Emily," he cut her off. "Don't worry about it. I think I have a solution though," he said as he grabbed some things from his desk then stood in front of her. Hotch reached for her shirt and Emily slapped his hand away.

"What are you doing?" she asked shocked.

"Do you trust me?"

Emily nodded. "Of course."

Hotch grabbed Emily's shirt trying not to touch her breasts but failing miserably. He placed a piece of white cloth under her dress shirt so it covered up the girls a bit. He then pinned the material in place on both sides then turned his gaze to Emily. "What do you think?"

Emily looked down and saw the ladies weren't exposed as much. "Look at you Hotch. I think you could stand a chance on Project Runway," she chuckled.

Hotch smiled, "I can undo my work if you'd like Emily."

Her hands quickly went up to protect her chest. "No! I love it, thank you!" After a moment of silence she tilted her head to the side. "Question, why do you have all that in your desk? I mean pins, fabric, that makes me wonder what else you have hidden in all those drawers."

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he replied with a smirk.

Emily arched an eyebrow, "You're a secretive man Agent Hotchner. But one of these days, I'll figure out all your secrets," she smiled as she headed for the door. "Thanks again Hotch, I couldn't handle Morgan picturing me naked all day," she laughed as she closed the door behind her leaving Hotch with a mental picture in his head.

The team was on their way back from a case. Everyone was asleep except Emily. She was looking out of the window thinking about the happy ending that the team just made happen. Emily jumped as a large hard wrapped around her shoulder. She pulled the ear bud out of her ear and smiled up at Hotch. "Aiming for a heart attack there Hotch? I thought everyone was asleep."

Hotch chuckled then sat down next to the brunette. "What are you listening to?"

"It's on shuffle so it's a surprise," she said with big eyes. When Hotch didn't react Emily arched an eyebrow. "Are you alright?"

Hotch nodded. "I was just wondering," he started then paused.

"What?" Emily asked curiously.

Hotch cleared his throat. "I was wondering when you go into labor who do you want in the delivery room with you?"

Emily's mouth hung open in surprise. "Are…ha…are you seriously asking me that?"

Hotch looked down feeling ashamed that he even asked and he felt even worse thinking he'd be the one she'd want there beside her.

Seeing the disappointment on Hotch's face Emily grabbed his hand in her own. "You. Hotch I want you in there beside me." Hotch looked into her brown eyes and grinned. She squeezed his hand. "It's always been you Hotch, probably since the second I told you I was pregnant."

"Thanks," Hotch said with a smile.

Emily chuckled lightly, "I can't believe you had to ask me that! Who did you think I wanted in there with me?"

Hotch shrugged. "I have no idea."

Emily smiled as she placed her head on his shoulder. "You are a silly man Aaron Hotchner."

Hotch chanced a glance at the brunette on his arm and smiled. A silly man indeed.