Emily blinked her eyes into the morning light, and turned to find that her companion was gone. Her eyes searched for a clock next, and she squinted in disbelief when she saw it was only seven. What was he doing up this early? She glanced into the basinet, and was surprised again to find Addy not there. And, if she was already awake, she'd be hungry. Emily dug around in the diaper bag for a clean bottle, and hunted for the breast pump.
She yawned as she headed downstairs, full bottle in hand, and turned toward the kitchen when she heard voices. Emily stopped in the doorway, and just watched for a few moments. Fran was standing at the kitchen table, on the side closest to the stove, mixing a bowl of something. She was looking across the table at Derek and Addy, and smiling as her son played with her granddaughter. Derek was sitting, Addy on his lap, and she was laughing as he played with her. Emily was suddenly very grateful the condom broke; this moment was worth everything.
"Hey, morning princess," he greeted her with a smile. She walked over to him, and passed him the bottle, surprised to find him suddenly kissing her. It was a chaste kiss, but still a little awkward in front of his mother, though she didn't seem bothered.
"Good Morning, Emily," she greeted.
"Morning...are you all early risers?"
She smirked. "Derek just wants to be the first one to get pancakes."
"They are chocolate chip buttermilk, only the best pancakes in the world," he insisted. He shifted Addy to a partial reclining position, and offered her the bottle. She started slurping it greedily, happy to finally have her breakfast.
Fran seemed to laugh. "She eats just like Derek did when he was a baby, like he hasn't seen a meal in a month."
"Hey, hey, she just knows she has some catching up to do, don't you, little princess?" He cooed at the baby.
Emily snorted. "I swear she likes him better, I'm just a food dispensary."
Fran smiled at her. "That's motherhood. Derek comes home, and still eats like he hasn't seen a meal in a month."
"That's because you have the best cooking, and I need to get my fill before I leave." He grinned, his trademark charm oozing off him.
"No, that's because you've had a hollow leg since you were an infant." They turned to see a groggy Sarah heading into the kitchen, a slightly less groggy Desiree behind her.
"I was a growing boy," he insisted. His sisters both rolled their eyes, and headed toward the coffeemaker.
Emily hadn't touched a cup of anything but decaf since Addy was born. She figured her poor daughter had so much in the womb, she better not add to it. Working the hours they did, everyone in the BAU tended to survive on coffee. Every time Emily thought about what she ate and drank during her pregnancy, she couldn't suppress a grimace.
"Hey Emily, you want to see embarrassing pictures of Derek?" Desiree asked, shooting a sly look at Sarah.
She smiled. "Definitely."
"Oh, no, no. This is not fair," Morgan objected.
"Oh, you were such a cute kid," Fran insisted. "Go pull out the photo albums," she instructed the girls.
"This is so unfair," he protested.
"Oh come on, you've already seen an embarrassing picture of me," Emily said.
"When?"
"When Garcia hacked into my high school and pulled that yearbook picture out."
He chuckled. "Oh yeah, that was an great picture."
"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled.
"I just hope Addy skips that particular phase."
Fran was looking between them. "What phase is this?"
Emily looked at Morgan; his mother, he could explain. He raised his eyebrows. "Uh, angry, goth, punk rocker?"
The older woman looked at Emily, seemingly at a lose for words. Then she shrugged. "We all have awkward phases."
"Yeah, like Derek is drag," Desi agreed, as she and Sarah came back into the room, each with an album.
Emily looked between then, barely keeping a straight face. "I'm sorry did you just say you have a photo of Derek in drag?"
Sarah chuckled. "She did, and he makes a very pretty cheerleader."
"Oh, no, no, no!" He objected over Emily's giggling. "Why do we even still have that photo?"
"Because I keep every photo I have of my babies," his mother said, pouring batter into a sizzling pan.
Desi moved toward Emily with an open album, and pointed out a picture. Her hand flew to her mouth, but she completely failed to stifle her laughter. There was a maybe 13 year-old Derek Morgan, sporting a purple, white and yellow cheerleader outfit, matching pom-poms, a blond wig, and some lovely make-up. Hooker red lipstick, eyeliner, mascara, exaggerated blush, and he'd even stuffed the top of the outfit to give himself breasts. Another boy in a similar outfit stood beside him, both making faces at the camera.
"Oh god, this is...very special, Derek," she managed to squeeze out while still laughing.
"It was a Halloween costume, my friend's older sister and her friend decided it would be a good idea to dress us up in their old uniforms," he defended, as he gently patted Addy's back until she burped.
"Best Halloween costume ever," she agreed.
"This one is my favorite," Sarah said, pointing out a picture in the second album.
He couldn't have been more than two in the photo, and he had about two inches of thick curls on top of his head. Little Derek was buck naked, staring at the camera with wide deer-caught-in-headlights eyes, a clean diaper hanging in one hand. Round cheeks and large, clear eyes, he was such a little cutie that Emily had to Aww.
"You were so cute," she said, turning to look at him.
"Was? You telling me I lost my looks already, princess?"
She chuckled. "Oh, perish the thought, but this is a very different type of cute." She stared at the photo, smiling, then looked up at him. "We need to give a copy of this to Garcia."
Morgan jerked back, and frowned in an 'are you crazy' expression. "Why would we ever need to do that?"
"Because she'd love it, and it would make her very happy."
"Garcia does not need a naked baby picture of me."
Emily sighed. "Think about it, the next awful case we get, where she's upset and questioning humanity, and then suddenly a copy of this lands in her inbox. Tell me that wouldn't instantly buoy her spirits?"
"And, what about the case after that, are you going to hunt down another baby picture of me?" He allowed Desi to take the baby from him then, and she and Sarah played with her.
She smiled. "No, I figure by then she'll have it framed and positioned on her desk."
"Oh, hell no! There will be no naked pictures of me at work."
"Then we'll tell her to keep it at home...Remember this is the woman that offered to basically nanny our daughter while we're off on cases. This adorable picture would be a nice thank you."
Morgan stared at her, arms crossed over his chest. He released a sigh of resignation. "You are evil, woman."
Later that morning, they'd eaten their pancakes, which Derek clearly loved as much as he said, seeing as he had at least five, and were around the tree doing presents. Most of them were for Addy, who was pretty oblivious to the whole thing, but seemed content on her grandmother's lap. Emily had helped Morgan pick out gifts for his mother and sisters, and they'd agreed they'd give them together, but she'd wanted something extra to give to Fran. It was nearly the last present under the tree, wrapped in small clothing box.
Morgan was refolding baby clothes, having done most of the unwrapping for Addy's gifts since he had both arms. It was kind of amusing to watch his large, strong hands delicately handling the tiny little outfits.
"Mama, here's another one for you." Sarah passed her Emily's gift.
"Oh?" She read the tag, then looked at Emily. "You and Derek already got me something?"
Derek stopped his folding to look at her curiously. She smiled nervously. "It's just something I wanted you to have."
Fran didn't seem to know what to think, so she passed Addy over to Emily, and turned her attention to the box. She pulled off the wrapping and opened the box, gently parting the tissue paper. There was a startled inhale, and, "Oh Emily, this is beautiful."
Morgan was looking between her and his mother utterly confused. She finally turned the framed photo so he and the girls could see.
"I took it the day after we brought her home from the hospital." They'd just given her a bath and Derek had put a fresh diaper on her. Emily had been digging in a bag for clean clothes, and snatched the little point and shoot she'd carried around the first two months of Addy's life. She taken it to a photography store, had them clean it up, enlarge it to an 8 x 10, and recolor in a more artistic black and white.
Derek held Addy against his bare chest, one hand under her bottom, the other on her back, two fingers resting on her head. Her little legs and arms were bent on either side of her, hands curled into tiny fists, head tucked against his body. Morgan's head was bent, his lips pressed to the top of the baby's head. Only one of his eyes was visible, but it held enough expression for two. It was soft, in a way she hadn't seen before; that look was pure vulnerability, and uncharacteristic openness.
Emily had often wondered what it was that made Derek Morgan so attached to her little surprise baby. At first, she'd thought maybe it was the front row seat he'd had at her birth, then she'd decided that they'd bonded in the NICU, but after having that photo developed, she'd figured it out. It may be partly those things, but it was mostly that vulnerability, that raw exposure. When you expose yourself to someone like that, they'll have your heart forever, or at least until the day they break it, and even then, they'll still retain a little piece. Maybe with all his commitment issues, he'd decided that a little baby with no daddy was safe, or maybe it was entirely unintentional.
She'd wondered if that vulnerability was also in her eyes when she held her daughter, but had been too afraid to look for it. And really, she didn't need to, not after the last five months. She loved Addy with all the emotion a parent could have for a child. She didn't regret her daughter.
"Now, why don't I remember that?" Morgan was holding the photo, studying it.
"Because Addy was cold, so as soon as I took that we were both entirely focused on getting her dressed and swaddled." She'd been absolutely paranoid about keeping the baby warm the first few weeks out of the hospital. He hadn't been much better.
Fran surprised her then, by leaning over and holding her in a tight hug. "Thank you, Emily, I love it."
The profiler smiled, "I'm glad."
They got back to DC around five, after having promised his mother they'd visit again soon. Emily fed the baby while Derek put gifts from his family away, mostly clothes and a couple obnoxiously loud toys from his sisters. Then he put the baby in her crib for a nap. Lately, as long as he was around, they put Addy in her crib instead of the basinet, since she was sleeping through the night now. If he wasn't, Emily still used the basinet, because with just the one arm, she couldn't get Addy in and out of the crib safely.
He started the mobile, clicked on the baby monitor, and turned to find Emily standing in the doorway, just watching. She motioned him over to her, and when he got close, she grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him flushed against her body. Morgan was still trying to process things when she began to kiss him. It was not a chaste kissed like they'd been sharing, it was a kiss that distinctly said she had other intentions on her mind. And, when she let him go and backed up a smidge, he saw those intentions in her eyes as clear as anything.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
Emily nodded and kissed him again, while slowly backing them out of the nursery.
"What about your arm and your ribs?"
"My ribs are healed, and we can work around my arm," she said.
He was about to nod, but stopped. "Well, what about...you know, after having Addy, it's not too soon, is it?"
She grinned. "Girl parts are fine too, Derek. It might hurt a bit, but it's been months, it shouldn't be too bad."
"I don't want to hurt you at all," he said. This was new to him; he knew about as much as post-childbirth sex as he did about alpaca farms.
"No matter what it's going to be a little tender the first time, it will be fine though, I promise." Emily took his hand then, and led him into her bedroom.
Having her basically in charge, that was new too. Usually he was in control, the instigator, and he was maybe a little bit nervous. They'd been very intimate without being sexually intimate, and generally speaking, his relationships with women he'd had sex with were completely superficial. His relationship with Emily was anything but superficial. The only non-blood related woman he was as close to was Garcia.
"I need to get my shirt and bra off first, for practical reasons," Emily suddenly said.
"Oh, I don't mind," he said, smile full of charm on his face.
"Care to help then?"
She was wearing an oversized sweater, part of her cast-approved clothing, and they got it off one arm and over her head without a problem. Then Morgan gently eased it over the cast, and tossed it unceremoniously on the floor. He began to kiss along her collarbone then, and ease her back toward the bed. He pushed the straps over her shoulders, and then began to work the clasp. He had to gently ease that over the cast too, and finally got to admire her breasts as a man, not a father. And, not as a friend noticing, and trying not to get caught noticing.
They were kissing and touching as he eased them onto the bed, both a little eager and shy at the same time. He pulled his shirt off, and she quickly pulled him back down to where she could kiss him. She worked her own button open, and zipper down, and then went to work on his, sliding her hand down his pants after she got access. He inhaled deeply when she touched him, more like a hiss, and pushed himself into her hand.
They spent a while kissing, touching, teasing, and nipping at each other, until he couldn't take anymore, and if the little whimpers and gasps coming out of her mouth were any indication, she was plenty ready to move on as well. Underwear was discarded, and he began to work her with his fingers, enjoying each and every gasp and heavy breath he drew from her mouth. He supported her with a hand on her lower back, so she was writhing in his hands. When she was close, he pressed himself against her.
She nodded furiously. "Yes...yes..."
He entered slow, cautiously, and she cringed briefly, but then it seemed to pass. His breathing was getting heavier now, she was throbbing with heat around him, and frankly, his throat was a little dry. Once they were both a little collected he began to move, slow at first, before increasing speed. He could feel the pressure escalating, the sensation pulsating through his body, and Emily calling out his name in between gasps was making him go crazy.
Then she lost all ability to speak, simply repeating, "Oh, oh, oh," over and over until finally she completely lost it, and he slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her yell so she wouldn't wake Addy. When she contracted around him, his eyes damn near rolled right back in his head, and he exploded right then, switching his hand for his mouth, stifle his own shout. Breathing heavily, he rolled off of her, and settled on his back beside her.
Emily gave a satisfied little moan. "Oh, I needed that."
He chuckled, and murmured in a agreement. When Emily yawned and rolled onto her side, Derek followed suit, shimming to meet her, and promptly passing out into oblivion.
Okay, the editing on this chapter wasn't great, and frankly I think I've written better sex scenes, but I've been busy and I'm tired, and I just wanted to update this since I've been a little slower than usual lately. Thanks for reading, and to everyone who reviewed.