Note: More Jemily!
When Emily knocks JJ's door, her mind is reeling. JJ texted her almost as soon as she left work that day, asking her to come over, and while she can think of a few reasons JJ wouldn't have just asked her at work like normal, none of them are very convincing. And very few of them involve good news. The door swings open and JJ stops chewing her lip to try a smile. "Hey," she says, tugging the hem of her sweater down. Emily desperately wants to reach out and just hug her but it doesn't feel like the moment. "Come in."
Emily does, takes JJ's hand and kisses her cheek – JJ leans a little into the contact, but doesn't initiate anything else. "You okay?" Emily says softly, ghosting a hand down JJ's back as they head for the kitchen.
"Yeah," JJ says. "Yeah, I'm fine, I'm good. I just -"
She turns abruptly, backs herself up against the counter and meets Emily's eyes. "Emily, I'm pregnant."
Emily can feel the smile lighting up her face, and as the questions race into her mind she pushes them all straight back out. She holds her arms out and JJ steps into her and hugs her hard, the relief palpable in her body as Emily holds her. "Oh my god, JJ," she laughs, ridiculous happiness bubbling out of her. JJ is going to be such a good mom. "Congratulations!"
JJ holds on tight, her fingers digging into Emily's back and her face buried in her shoulder. "I know we haven't been – you know – official for long, and I know this is huge and we haven't really talked about kids, and Em, it's okay if -"
"Honey, no," Emily whispers. She unwraps JJ's arms from around her, takes her hands and squeezes. "If you want to keep taking things slow, that's what we'll do. But I'm here. Whatever you need."
JJ smiles, and lets out a little relieved laugh, looking down at their hands. "I love you."
"I love you too," Emily replies softly – the words are still new for them, but the uncertainty they felt the first time has melted away, and now there's this quiet wonder to getting to say it out loud. She hesitates, wanting to hold onto this moment as long as she can, but JJ has caught the change in expression and she's looking at her expectantly. "Does Will know? I mean – I assume -"
"Yeah, it's his," JJ says. "And he knows." The finality in her tone tells Emily all she needs to know, but she carries on anyway. "He wants – you know – pictures and updates and to visit sometimes and stuff. It doesn't change anything."
Emily nods, and for a moment she doesn't know whether she should say I'm sorry, but her expression is softening into this quiet, shy smile. "You want to come to my next appointment?"
Emily reaches for her again, slides one hand up under her sweater and settles the other on her waist. "Yeah," she whispers.
That night, Emily holds JJ close as she falls asleep, her hand settled protectively against JJ's firm stomach even after JJ's hand falls away and her breathing evens out.