(Chapter 14! This chapter is a little shorter than normal, it's mainly just fluff but with a bit of smuttiness towards the end so... You're welcome. ;) Anywho, I would love to know how everyone is liking the story progression, so please leave a review!)

"No woman was ever nearer to her mate than I am: ever more absolutely bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh." Charlotte Bronte

JJ

I am so grateful to have Emily home. I wake up with one of her legs thrown over me and her nose buried in my hair. Her soft snores tickle my neck. I gently turn until I'm on my back so that I can see her. I run the pad of my thumb across her cheekbone until she slowly opens her eyes.

"Good morning."

She simply hums and presses a kiss onto my neck.

"Did you sleep okay?"

"More than okay. It's so nice to be back in our bed. It's good to be back by your side."

"You're telling me," I agree.

"What do you want to do today?"

"Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but you have to leave for work in like an hour."

"Lucky for us, Hotch decided that eight days in the field warranted two days off, we have a four day weekend."

"What? Well that changes everything! We have so many options." I giggle.

She rubs my tummy. "Well how about we start off with breakfast?"

I meet her lips in a kiss. "Emily Prentiss. In case I have forgotten to tell you lately, I really love you. And marrying you was the best decision I've ever made."

She gasps in fake shock. "Even better than joining the FBI?"

I push up on my elbow so that I'm in a better position to see her face. "If I had the choice of being married to you or being in the FBI, I guess I would have to go into cake decorating or something, because you definitely win."

She grins. "Jayje I hate to ruin this tender moment, but I don't think you could be a baker. Do I need to bring up the Valentine's debacle of two years ago?"

I give her shoulder a playful shove. "That was one time! And we replaced that cake pan, thank you very much."

"Still, you have many talents but the culinary arts aren't among them."

I press kisses onto her neck, slowly making my way towards the collar of her tee shirt. "I think I make up for my lack of cooking talents in other ways…"

Her breath hitches just a bit as I continue making my lazy way down, but we are interrupted by the loud growl of my stomach.

She laughs loudly at the pouty look on my face. "We have four days, babe. Plenty of time for all of that. Let's get you some food."

I reluctantly get out of bed and follow her downstairs. I take a seat at the table as she starts up the Keurig. "Okay beautiful! What do you want to eat?"

I prob my elbow on the table and rest my head on my fist. "Hmm… How about… omelets, with lots of sausage and lots of hot sauce?"

She opens the fridge and rummages inside. "No such luck. We're out of eggs."

"What about pancakes?"

"Again, we're out of eggs."

"Well then how about I just have you?" I ask, my face the picture of innocence.

She rolls her eyes. "What about… frozen waffles?"

"We're out of those too."

"JJ! When I left we still had half a box!"

"I was hungry! And they taste so good with nutella… which we are also out of."

She sets a cup of coffee in front of me. "Okay how about I make a quick trip to the store? I could pick up some donuts while I'm out."

"I mean, or you could just stay here…" My puppy dog eyes are foiled by another loud rumble from my stomach.

"That settles it. I'm going to the grocery store." She pulls on her running shoes from where they were tossed in the front hallway and grabs her jacket from the couch. "What else do we need?"

"We could use some jelly."

She gives me a quick, chaste kiss. "I'll be back in a flash. If there's anything else, call my cell."

"Alright. Oh! And can you get a blueberry cake donut?"

"I'll be right back." She calls as she pulls the front door closed.

I smile and take a sip of my coffee. I wasn't exaggerating. Marrying Emily is the best thing that had ever happened to me. She made me feel loved and cared for in a way that I didn't know was possible. I couldn't picture my life without her.

I walk to the kitchen to add a little more sugar to my mug. My lower back begins to ache and I fruitlessly try to shift my hips to alleviate the discomfort. The dull ache seems to be centered right above my pelvis and I can't help but quietly groan. I love being pregnant but I am more than ready to give up the feeling that my body is constantly being pulled apart at the seams. I make my way back to the living room and flip on the TV. I rub my belly as I take in the Thursday morning news. Baby isn't moving as much today, but I can still feel them give me a slight kick every now and then.

The newswoman is discussing the city's upcoming winter celebration when Emily comes in, arms full of groceries.

"Are there more bags?" I ask.

"There are a few more but I've got them. The donuts are on the counter."

I heave myself off of the couch and pad into the kitchen. I retrieve my cake donut and take a bite, relishing in the sweet pastry. I quickly polish it off, more hungry than I had realized. I pick out a chocolate glazed and begin to help Emily put away the groceries.

She takes a bite out of an apple fritter and brushes her hair out of her face. "See, wasn't breakfast a good idea?" she teases. I stick my tongue out at her and eat the last of my donut. I'm feeling especially playful today, no doubt a side effect of the joy I feel at having my wife home.

She comes to stand in front of me and rests a hand on my tummy. "I didn't even ask this morning, how's baby doing today?"

"They're good! A little quiet, I think they're sleepy today."

She crouches down so that she is staring at my belly button. "Hey little one. I can't wait to meet you." She raises my shirt a bit and presses a light kiss onto my skin.

"I can't believe that tomorrow puts us at 35 weeks. I never thought the time would go this fast."

She raises into a standing position and takes me in her arms. "I know. Sometimes I feel like we just got married."

"Right? The time has passed so quickly! I'm worried that I'm going to blink and we're suddenly going to be middle aged with a houseful of teenagers running around."

She raises her eyebrows and smirks. "A houseful? Getting a little ahead of ourselves, are we?"

I can't help the blush that blooms across my cheeks. "Well, I know we never discussed it but I kind of just assumed that we would have more. I mean, don't you want to experience pregnancy?" Once I say it, my blush deepens. "I mean, I know of course that you, well when you were younger… I didn't mean-"

"It's fine, JJ. I know what you meant." She gives me a small smile. "I don't know, I guess I never thought about it. It might be nice." She pauses and tilts her head, thinking. "Although after listening to you complain for nine months the whole thing has kind of lost its appeal, y'know?" She sticks out her tongue teasingly as I swat her on the arm.

"I have not been complaining!" I retort.

She laughs and brushes the hair from my face. "I know, I'm just kidding." She leans in until our foreheads are resting together. "Although if we decided to have another, I know that I would never look as beautiful as you do, Jayje. At this moment, you are the most beautiful woman in the entire world."

I tilt my face forward and capture her lips with my own. Our kiss deepens until my hand is fisted in her hair and she has begun to inch my tee shirt up over my belly.

"We should probably move this to the bedroom," I pant.

She nips at my earlobe, quickly soothing it with a kiss. "I can't wait that long," comes her low growl. She moves us away from the counter and walks me until I come into contact with the dining room table.

I look into her eyes. "Emily, I don't know if it can support my weight, what with…" I trail off, gesturing to the wide expanse of stomach separating us.

She grabs my hips and helps me hop up onto the wooden surface. "I think you'll be just fine, and besides…" she brings her face close to mine, until were separated by mere centimeters, "…I haven't finished breakfast yet."