Author's Note: Hey guys! I've decided that the chapters from here on out are going to be about each month of Em's pregnancy. Oh and here's a random Jack fact that I made up: He's very musical and has an AMAZING voice. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Month One:

"Shit," Emily muttered, shooting out of bed like a rocket. She flung the bathroom door open and hunched over the toilet, spilling out the contents of her dinner.

"Shit, shit, shit," she repeated before another wave of nausea hit her. Her stomach exploded in pain and she threw up again.

"Emily, are you alright?" Hotch asked, bewildered. She grimaced and sank down next to the toilet.

"No," she grumbled.

"What happened?"

"It's just morning sickness, I guess. This sucks," she muttered. Hotch gave her a sympathetic look.

"I know mi amore. I know," he tried to comfort her. She stood up shakily and rinsed her mouth out with the mouthwash from under the sink.

Emily pouted as she slammed her body back into bed, causing a loud, unsettling creaky noise.

"Babe, are you sure you're alright?" Hotch questioned with a concerned look on his face.

"I think so," she muttered.

"Emily, we go back from our leave today but I would gladly stay home to take care of you," he said firmly.

"No, Aaron. You are fully aware of the fact that Strauss is going to kick your ass if you don't get back today, right?"

"Fine. I'll go to work, but I'm making Jack stay home from school," he frowned.

"Aaron, he's a thirteen year old boy, for Christ's sake! He needs to be at school," she argued.

"Emily, I know you want the best for Jack, but he needs to, you know. Learn early. I mean, look. Pretty soon, he'll have a wife of his own, and she's going to go through the exact same thing you're going through. It'll be good for the both of you," he promised.

Emily let out a sigh, but nodded her head shortly after.

"Thank you," he said, kissing her hair. She nodded and got up to take a shower.

Hotch left the room, heading towards Jack's room.

"Hey buddy. You awake?" he knocked softly.

"Yeah, come in," Jack called.

"Hey. You're not going to school today, okay? Emily's not feeling that great so I need you to stay home and take care of her, got it?"

"Of course, Dad, what's wrong?"

"It's just morning sickness. She'll be okay, but I want someone to be here for her, okay?"

"Yeah, definitely. Where is she?"

"She's taking a shower right now, but just hang out for now. I'll see you later," Hotch said, leaving.

"Bye Dad!" Jack called from his room as Hotch locked the door.

Jack lay back in his bed, his hands behind his neck. He stared at his ceiling, which was adorned with photos of The Rolling Stones, ACDC, Bob Marley, Wiz Khalifa, and a number of different artists. He then looked to the corner of his room, spotting his black Fender acoustic guitar. He frowned thoughtfully, and then looked at his computer. He had an idea, but it was going to take some work.

He leapt out of bed, grabbed his guitar, and pulled up the Internet on his computer. He quickly typed in 'Ultimate Guitar' in Google and clicked on the site.

"Just-The-Way-You-Are," he spoke with every word he typed. Scrolling down the page, he found a five-star rated chord version of the song he was looking for and clicked on it.

Ten minutes later, he was going through the song perfectly, only screwing up a couple strings.

"Perfect," he grinned. He sent the chord progression to the printer and set up his guitar in the living room, waiting for Emily to come out.

Meanwhile, Emily shut off the water in the shower, her stomach feeling only slightly better. She quickly changed into a tank top and sweat pants, heading out into the living room.

"Oh, her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they're not shining," Jack sang softly. Emily's eyes widened as Jack's voice floated into her ears.

"Jack," she sighed.

Her hair, her hair

Falls perfectly without her trying

She's so beautiful

And I tell her everyday

Yeah, I know

When I compliment her

She won't believe me

And it's so

It's so

Sad to think that she don't see what I see

But every time she asks me

'Do I look okay?'

I say

Emily's heart thumped as Jack continued to serenade her.

When I see your face

There's not a thing that I would change

'Cuz girl you're amazing

Just the way you are

Jack finished flawlessly with one last strum of his guitar. Emily clapped as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Oh my God, Jack, that was beautiful," she smiled broadly. He grinned.

"Thanks," he blushed, pulling her into a hug. "Is your stomach feeling any better?"

"Yep, it is. Thanks," she smiled. He nodded.

"Ooh, we have to head to the grocery store," Emily remembered.

"Emmy, you're not supposed to be driving," Jack warned.

"Oh please, sweetie. I'm fine," she persuaded. He challenged her with a look.

"Okay fine, my stomach hurts like hell. But we need food!" she cried.

"I'll call a taxi," he grinned.

"Thank you, 'O Resourceful One'," she chuckled. He rolled his eyes with a smile on his face and dialed the taxi service.

"Come on, Emily," Jack called from the door, shoving his shoes onto his feet.

"Alright, I'm coming sweetie," she called back, hurrying towards him with her purse in hand.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yep. Let's go. You got the key?"

"Yeah," he smiled, locking the door after her.

Author's Note: Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed Chapter 11!