After Emily had cried herself out, JJ continued to stroke her hair and murmur to her, and she felt Emily fall asleep. She gently got out of the bed, used the bathroom and got back into bed, mindful of her promise to be there when Emily woke up.
She wasn't out long. In fact, all it took to wake her was a kiss. She was unable to resist gliding her hand up Emily's side and testing the weight of one full breast in her hand. "Hey," she said softly. "I'm still here, Emily." She kissed her again. "I kept my promise, see?"
Emily nodded, suddenly shy about her tears. But the hand on her breast was just distracting enough to turn her attention from her own trauma, to JJ's actions. "You stayed," she said, her voice just as quiet. "How… was I?"
"You were good," JJ said quickly. "You were… really good." She was being completely honest. She'd only been with men before, and it had never been this good. "I want to…"
What she wanted to do, she didn't get to say, because they could hear footsteps approaching the front door. Quickly they scrambled out of bed, shucking the last of their night clothing and pulling on jeans and shirts before the knock on the door sounded.
Emily opened the door and Harrison came running in, leaping into her arms. "Mommy, Mommy!" he yelped excitedly. "We went to the movies and we saw Kung-Fu Panda and then we went to McDonalds and I got a Happy Meal!" Emily's eyes met Hotch's, both of them silently acknowledging the fact that somehow, "Emmy" had turned into "Mommy". Neither mentioned it. Perhaps it had been a slip of his tongue?
Jack grinned up at JJ. She reached down, wondering if he'd let her pick him up and hug him, and to her surprise he came willingly. "And Daddy fell asleep in the movie so Uncle Derek filled his mouth up with popcorn," he said, bursting into giggles all over again as he remembered how Hotch had snorted and spluttered, waking up and smacking Morgan in the arm.
Taking Jack from JJ's arms, Hotch shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "I wasn't sleeping, I was just resting my eyes," he said gruffly.
"You say that every time you sleep in front of the TV," Jack informed him solemnly. "Emily, can Harrison sleep over at our house tonight?"
"N-not tonight," she said, still reeling from Harrison's unconscious greeting. JJ looked at her carefully. "You have preschool tomorrow, don't you? And we have things we have to do… how about next weekend?" At Hotch's shrug and nod, she continued. "Next weekend, Harrison can sleep over, okay?"
Jack nodded, and he, Hotch and Morgan left. Emily carried Harrison into the living room and sat down on the couch with him in her lap. She didn't know how to raise the subject of him calling her mommy, so she didn't, just sat there and listened to his excited chatter. She was happy that he'd had such a good afternoon, and that he'd spent time apart from her with no problems – it was a load off her mind to know that he COULD be left with someone else without a panic attack – but she didn't know how to deal with the idea that he thought of her as his mother and there was still a chance she might have to give him up.
"Mommy, what happened to your neck?" Harrison asked curiously, reaching for the purpling bruise. JJ started to giggle, and Harrison looked at her oddly. "It's not funny, Princess JJ! Mommy has an owie!"
"I'm fine," Emily said. "I just… bumped into something while you were out. Honey… you know that we're still looking for a mommy for you, right? It might… it might not be me."
Looking up at her, Harrison's bottom lip began to wobble. "But I want it to be you," he said stubbornly. "And if you kiss the princess, then she can be my mommy too, and I'll be just like Billy. And you said he was lucky because he has two people who love him."
It was a sobering little speech, and neither woman knew what to say. Finally, JJ plucked Harrison from Emily's lap and carried him into the kitchen, to give the older woman a moment to collect herself. "You know Emily loves you," she said carefully. "And I love you too, but we don't get to decide who will be your mommy." She set him on the counter and poured him a glass of milk, which he drank. As the excitement of the day caught up with him, he started to slump, so she picked him up again, cradling him against her chest as she brought him back to Emily who was still sitting motionless on the couch.
As soon as he was back in Emily's arms he fell asleep, curled into her tightly. "JJ… I just have to get custody of him. I have to. I can't let him go to anyone else. He belongs with us."
"I know," JJ said softly. "We'll do it. You've been through the training and you passed all of that with flying colors. The therapist has given glowing reports of how he's doing in your care. He's well fed, he's well clothed, he has his own room and he's making friends. You can do this, Emily."
It had been an emotional day, and Emily was just as drained as Harrison appeared to be. JJ helped her lay back on the couch, settling Harrison in her arms and covered the two of them with a blanket, before sitting on the floor and stroking Emily's hair. "It's going to be okay," she said quietly as Emily fell asleep. She just hoped, for all their sakes, that she was right.