Saturday afternoon JJ is softly singing the lullaby Emily sings to Henry. But this time, she is singing it to her nephew AJ. She stares down into his angelic face as he sucks on his fist, much like Henry used to do. She kisses his forehead.

"You are such a sweet little boy, aren't you?"

It hits her out of nowhere that she could have missed all this had the worst happened in Afghanistan. Not only would she have missed meeting him, she would not have met her daughter. She looks up and sees Emily chatting with Shelby, most likely about end of pregnancy discomfort. A hand lands on her shoulder.

"You okay, Jenny?" Mark asks with concern.

JJ manages a smile. "Yeah. Just playing the 'what if' game in my head."

He stares at her. "How…how close was it over there, Jenny? Really."

JJ sighs, her finger stroking AJ's cheek. "A couple times, really close." She looks at her brother. "I was shot in the chest plate, Mark. That last away mission."

"Holy shit," he mutters and takes a swig of beer. "Why the hell didn't you tell us?"

She shrugs. "Didn't want to scare you. Didn't want to put that look on your face."

"What about other times? Were there other times? How'd you really hurt your ankle?"

"Like I said, a beam fell on it."

"Why did the beam fall, Jenny? And don't give me the song and dance about old buildings. I may not be a profiler but I've known you my whole life and I know when you're lying."

JJ stares into his eyes. "Suicide bomber. Took out the front of the building I was in. Killed our interpreter and hurt a bunch of people."

He takes another swig then stares at the bottle, trying to figure out how it got empty. He starts to peel the label.

"I don't know what I'd do if I lost you, Jenny. Losing Amy is…is a wound that has never healed. But I still had you." He looks up, blue eyes colliding with blue. "You better not die on me, Jenny. I'll figure out a way to make your afterlife hell if you do."

JJ smiles at him. "Back atcha, Mark. Back atcha."

"That said, I am so proud to be your brother. The things you do, the people you save, it just makes me so glad to know someone like you is out there chasing down the bad guys. You make this world a safer place for Abby and AJ both."

JJ tilts her head, studying her brother. "Did Emily put you up to this pep talk?"

He frowns in confusion. "No. All this sappiness is me."

JJ smiles and reaches a hand out to him. "Thanks, Mark. I really needed to hear that. Means more to me than you know."

He stares at her. "You were thinking about quitting, weren't you?"

JJ nods. "The thought had crossed my mind. I even considered a transfer or accepting a promotion that was offered to me."

"I see." He sits forward and stares into her eyes. "I will always love you, no matter what. But if I may say so, quitting would be wrong, Jenny. Being an FBI agent is who you are. Being with the BAU, with that team, that is where you belong. They are your family as much as we are. I think you would hate being anywhere else."

She squeezes his hand. "I may not say this often but I mean it: you're the best big brother a girl could have."

He smiles. "Even when I call you Stinkerbell?"

She shrugs. "Okay, maybe not the best."

They laugh. In her arms, AJ starts to stir. She looks down as he opens his eyes. Though she knows he is too young to be focusing she can't help but feel he is staring right at her.

"Hey, Little Fella. I'm your Aunt JJ and I plan to spoil you rotten. Yes, I do. Think you can handle that?" She looks up at Mark. "He says he can."

Mark chuckles. "Well, since his college scholarship is already set up I can help you with that spoiling, too."

"It is? How is-" her voice breaks off as she looks over at her wife. She remembers a discussion they once had about the children always being taken care of. JJ looks back at Mark. "She's set up funds for both of them, didn't she?"

Mark looks surprised. "You didn't know?"

JJ smiles, shaking her head. "I sort of did. It just didn't register. She set ones up for Henry and Jack without ever telling me. I guess I should have known she'd done it for Abby and AJ, too."

He nods. "Yep. Pays the taxes on it, too, so we don't get stung every April."

JJ rolls her eyes. "I really, really need to start paying attention to the whole Prentiss thing. Have you and Shelby thought about what vacation you want to take?"

Mark shrugs. "We don't know. By summer AJ will be a little more mobile but I still think he's too young for Disney. I thought about maybe accepting her offer of a trip to that island where you all honeymooned. That way the kids can play in the sand and surf without us having to worry about strangers and overcrowding and stuff."

"Well, whatever you want is fine by us. I just don't know how to thank you both enough for what you did for us."

Mark smiles. "I was happy to do it, Jen. We didn't need the vacation or anything. It was just the right thing to do. Any thoughts as to what you're going to do next time you want to have a baby?"

JJ nods. "Yeah, we're going to go to a bar, chose a guy and take him back for a threesome."

Mark bursts out laughing. "Riiiiight! Because I can see Emily standing by while that happens!"

JJ laughs. "Yeah, that could be ugly. Truth is, we're just trying to get past Rocky's birth. Give us a year or so and we'll think about me. Know any hot guys we could talk to?"

He shakes his head. "Oh, no. Don't get me in the middle of that one!"

The two continue to talk and laugh, having one of their best conversations in years.


"Are you scared?" Shelby asks.

"Terrified," Emily admits. "If I hadn't had all the blood pressure issues I think I would have been okay. But between that problem and some physical issues I have I am terrified I have hurt her."

Shelby studies the worried woman a moment. "Would it matter?"

Emily looks at her in confusion. "Would what matter?"

"Say she is born with a handicap, mental or physical, would it matter?"

Emily had never really thought of it that way. She rubs her stomach, thinking of the life growing within her. She smiles and shakes her head. "Not a damn bit. I love her no matter what. She's our daughter."

Shelby smiles. "Then as the saying goes, 'Let go and let God.' Just calm down and take it one day at a time, Emily. And love whoever God blesses you with."

"Loving her is the easy part," Emily states. "I've loved her from the moment they showed me the first sonogram and I knew this was really happening."

Shelby nods. "And that's how it should be."

"You know, we can never thank you enough for what you and Mark have gifted us with."

Shelby chuckles. "Emily, you have set up college accounts for both our children. Trust me, that's a lot more than Mark would have gotten if he'd just gone to sperm bank for spending cash."

Emily bursts out laughing. "Okay…never thought of it that way. But still, name the vacation and it's yours."

"We're leaning towards the private island. That way the kids can just play as much as they want and we don't have to worry about strangers and overcrowding and things like that."

Emily nods. "It really is beautiful. The pictures we took didn't do the place justice. You all would have a wonderful time."

"Well, we'll let you know by April when we'll know Mark's summer schedule."

Emily agrees. "Good plan. And if you want to, I can even arrange a nanny so you and Mark can have a little alone time, too."

Shelby's smile broadens. "This keeps getting better and better!"

Emily laughs and they clink tea glasses together.


As they get ready for bed that night, JJ pulls Emily into a hug.

"Have I told you lately how much I love you?"

Emily gives her a small kiss. "I can always stand to hear it again."

JJ wraps her fingers in Emily's hair and pulls her down into a deep, passionate kiss. When it ends, she stares into her wife's chocolate eyes.

"I love you so much, Emily Prentiss. You make me feel safe, loved, adored, wonderful. You love my family as if they were your own blood. You love our son as if you had given birth to him. And you are carrying our daughter and already doing everything you can to protect her. I never thought I could love someone the way I love you. You have my heart, my soul, my body. Now and always."

Emily strokes a hand down JJ's cheek. "Te amo, Jennifer. Ustedes son mi mundo. Yo me siento orgulloso de ser su esposa. Hacer el amor para mí. Por favor."*

JJ studies her wife's face. "Why do you speak to me in Spanish?"

Emily is confused by the out of the blue question. "Uh, what?"

"You speak to me in Spanish. Your parents, especially your father, tend to use Italian more if they aren't speaking English. But you use Spanish with me. Why?"

Emily shrugs. "I've never had to speak Spanish to a woman before."

JJ thinks a moment then shakes her head. "What?"

Emily grins, laying her forehead on JJ's. "I've dated women where I had to use Italian, German, French, even some Russian. And, obviously, English. But I have never had to use Spanish to speak to one of my lovers. You are dear and special to me. Speaking Spanish to you is just a way to…to show you that you are unique and special to me."

JJ pulls Emily into another kiss. As it ends, she starts to lift Emily's shirt. "Thank you, sweetheart. You mean so much to me. If I could, I'd use another language, too."

Emily smiles. "I thought you knew French."

JJ chuckles. "I took French. I didn't say I know French."

Emily laughs, allowing JJ to lift up her shirt. JJ's mouth goes to Emily chest, lavishing kisses and licks along the top of Emily's bra.

"Oh, Jen…"

JJ slowly slides the bra straps down Emily's arms, kissing from her shoulder down to the elbow. As she peels the bra downward, her mouth moves to the full, sensitive breasts. Emily moans, arching her back, forcing more of her breast into JJ's mouth. JJ moans at the offering as her hands move around back to undo the clasp of the bra. As it falls to the ground, JJ looks up into her wife's eyes.

"Lay down, Emily."

Emily complies, her chest heaving with desire. JJ strokes a hand up her wife's leg. Emily's nipples are hard, their tips pointing sky ward. JJ uses her hands to slowly slide the pants and underwear from her wife's body. She studies the now naked beauty in front of her.

"You are gorgeous, Emily. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known."

"I love you, Jennifer," Emily pants. "Please…I need to feel you on me…skin to skin."

JJ smiles slyly. "I thought you'd never ask."

She slowly undresses, making sure her wife's eyes never stray from the display in front of her. When she is done, she runs a hand over her already hard nipples.

"Do you like what you see?"

"Oh, yes, Jen. Yes, baby, I do."

"I like what I see, too. You look delicious."

Emily moans as JJ crawls up the bed, settling between her wife's legs. She blows on wet, dark curls, loving it when Emily's hips thrust up, opening her more to JJ. JJ flattens her tongue and draws it up Emily's center.

"Oh, Jen! Oh, yes, baby!"

JJ gently pushes her wife's legs father apart, making Emily's clit stand at attention in its nest of dark curls.

"So fucking beautiful, Emily," JJ gasps.

She teases the hard nub with her tongue, loving it when Emily's hips thrust up, begging for more contact. JJ plays a few minutes, not giving Emily the satisfaction she needs…yet.

Emily wraps her hand in golden curls. "Please, Jen. Please make scream. Show me I am alive."

JJ brings up a hand to stroke Emily's folds as her tongue continues to toy with Emily's clit. She brings her other hand up to tease Emily's full breasts. Emily arches into the touch, her body needing more.

"Jen, oh, God, Jen, please. Please just fuck me!"

JJ wants to draw Emily's pleasure out but she recognizes that for the needy woman the teasing would just be cruel.

JJ thrusts her two fingers in deep, loving the feel of the inner walls clutching at her. Emily's hips dance with JJ's hand, working her up, up, up into an orgasm. The brunette would swear she saw fireworks as JJ took her.

"Oh, Jen, it feels so goooood."

JJ smiles at the woman in front of her, her mouth and hands working her into frenzy. After just a few minutes, JJ is rewarded by another onrush of Emily's desire.

As Emily's body relaxes a smug JJ stares down at her wife. "Do you know how sexy it is that you can make me come just by watching you come?"

Emily smiles. "I don't know first hand…but I've got a hell of an imagination."

JJ smiles and crawls up beside her wife. She strokes her hand down Emily's cheek.

"I love you, Emily. Thank you for exceeding my dreams."

"I love you, too, Jen. I didn't even know I could dream for someone like you."

Emily rolls to her side. She starts to caress one of JJ's breasts. "Oh, Em…"

Emily starts to roll to take that breast in her mouth…but Rocky has other ideas.

"Unnnggghhh!" Emily rolls to her back.

JJ sits up, her eyes immediately going to the clock on the nightstand. "Contraction?"

Emily nods. With JJ's help she gets up and starts to walk it off. Finally it eases up, JJ again looks at the clock. Emily smiles.

"Just Braxton Hicks, baby."

"Maybe, maybe not. I'll let you know in an hour."

Emily just smiles, remembering she was just as nervous when JJ was this far along. She sits down on the side of the bed.

"Sorry about leaving you hanging."

JJ steps up between her legs. "You could-"

And then Henry starts to fuss. They both laugh.

"Our kids are already competing for our attention, Jen. Sure you want a couple more to add to the mix?"

JJ leans down and gives her wife a kiss. "Definitely."

Emily smiles. "Good. Me, too."

JJ pulls her pajamas back on and goes to see to Henry. By the time she returns to the room, her wife is fast asleep. JJ crawls into bed beside her, watching her sleep and imagining their future filled with more kids and, as always, lots and lots of love.


*Per Babylon Translator:

You are my world. I am proud to be your wife. Make love to me. Please.