Hotch kept his gaze on the brunette mother next to him, his hand covering hers on the table as he watched her glaring eyes never leave her blond sister's from across the table. He let his fingers rub across Emily's soft knuckles, his eyes turning to Emily's older sister who held her baby in her arms. "So you're Eva?"

The woman looked over to her sister's boss with a smile. "I am." She lifted her gurgling baby to look at the older man. "And this is Tiana."

Hotch nodded, smiling when the little blond baby almost waved her fist towards him. "She's adorable." He looked down beside him, watching as his son took a bite of his roll. "This is my son Jack."

Eva felt herself smiling wide when the young boy waved her way. "So you're dating Emily?"

The older man felt Emily's hand wrap around his, and he watched as the staring contest with her sister ended and her chocolate eyes looked up to his. "Yes I am."

Emily let her cheeks redden before looking over to her older sister, her eyes catching a figure walking into the room. "Eva, where are Dasan and John tonight? They didn't feel like coming?"

Eva shook her head, letting little Tiana snuggle her nose into the crook of her neck. "Dasan's history teacher needed to speak about his suspension and since I had to be here, John went with him."

"What happened?"

The older woman shrugged. "Got caught cheating on a math test."

Elizabeth looked up from her plate and eyed one of her oldest. "Oh Eva darling, you should teach that boy some common manners. It's obvious he takes after your sister, and you should know by now that Emily in her younger years was not the best side of her."

Emily felt herself roll her eyes before a hand was set on her shoulder, and she quickly turned her head to look up to her father. "Daddy!"

Gabriel Prentiss grinned when his daughter threw herself into his strong arms. He laid a little kiss to her head of curls, backing her up so he could get a good look at the brunette. "Emmy you look just beautiful tonight. How have you been?"

"I've been great." She turned her eyes to the Agent that quickly stood from his seat. "Daddy, do you remember Aaron?"

Gabriel's eyes immediately shined, hitting the younger man on the back. "Name means strong, don't it?"

Hotch nodded to the older man, feeling Emily's smile cast his way as he looked up to his friend's father. "It does. Nice to see you again, sir."

"You too son." His dark eyes, eerily similar to his daughter's, looked around the table in fret. "Where are Bash and Haddie?"

Hotch felt a grin bloom over his face as he sat back down with Emily at his side. "Bash and Haddie?"

Emily smiled before shaking her head. "My little brother and sister. Bash means commander and Haddie means home ruler." She looked up to her father, watching as he took his seat at the head of the table. "They're still in Brazil, daddy."

Gabriel nodded before leaning over to kiss his eldest daughter. "How are you darling?"

Eva grinned down to the baby that she rocked in her arms. "We're great, thanks dad."

The eldest Prentiss looked out towards all members at the dinner table, nodding towards his son before setting his hands on either side of his dinner plate. "So, tonight we're here to discuss the trust funds that your grandfather has set up for you and your children."

Emily looked up from the dinner her parents' butler had just set in front of her. "Why are we bringing this up anyway? I thought Papa had enough set up for at least nine generations."

Gabriel shook his head, smiling softly over to his child. "It's not a matter of how much that's there, Emily. There's over seventeen million left in the account."

Hotch felt his eyes widen, and he quickly picked up his glass of wine to drink.

Elizabeth set her fork and knife down, letting Darcie take her napkin and set it into her lap. "We needed you all here because of what we're going to do with the money."

Emily's wide eyes met Eva's from across the table, and she felt both Hotch and her daughter Cheyenne grab her hands.

Gabriel smiled to his daughters, his eyes casting over his son and Hotch before he wiped his thumb along the corner of his mouth. "Since we're getting older and older each day, we need someone else to hold the trust fund money in their bank account. And we have to do this soon, because once we're both gone the banks will not let anyone retrieve the money."

Darcie smiled from her seat at the table, fluttering her eyelashes when she looked over to her father. "So who gets to keep it?"

Emily immediately felt herself glaring towards her sister. "Hold it, not keep it."

Gabriel Prentiss nodded towards his brunette daughter. "That's right, Emmy. And your mother and I have agreed on someone who we know that we can trust with the money and hand it out to their children and everyone else."

Elizabeth quickly held up her hand. "I was in favor of Darcie holding it."

"And then we agreed that it wouldn't be the best situation," he glared towards his wife, "so we decided on someone mature enough and responsible enough."

Emily shared a smile with her older sister when Darcie slumped back into her seat.

"The new holder of the Prentiss money and funds is Emily."

Emily's eyes widened and she quickly turned her eyes to her father at the head of the table. "What? Me?"

Gabriel smiled to his daughter. "Yes you."

"But why?" She shook her head, feeling her boss' hand tighten around hers. "I can barely keep my check book in balance let alone handle all that money, daddy."

"Don't worry. You wont have to touch it until every child is of age, and they start their first year of college."

"Cheyenne and Kristen go to college in two years, just as Dasan will."

"Sweetheart, when you need my help then I'll give it to you. But you will need to manage on your own once we're gone, Emmy."

Emily frowned towards her father. "Daddy don't say that."

Darcie cracked her knuckles and looked over to her sister. "Well it's gonna happen sometime."

Kaden glared over towards his younger sister. "Darcie!"

Gabriel shook his head, holding up his hand to quiet his children. "It's fine." He looked back over to Emily, watching as her 'boyfriend' untangled his hand from hers and rub his fingertips over the soft, pale skin of her forearm. "I know you'll do just fine, sweetheart. I believe in you."