Author's Note: Hey guys! We're just ONE month away from Emily having her baby! Aren't you excited? (I know I am!) I'd just like to send a quick thank-you to all the viewers who have been following this story with all its double-chapters and sporadic email alerts. Thank you guys so much!

Month Eight

"Ah, dammit," Emily grumbled. She was seated at the kitchen table, filling out some information sheets for their new home. Hotch had finally found the perfect place: Four-bedroom, ten minutes away from the beach, and just across the street from the sports park and shopping center.

She had dropped her pen, and it rolled under the table. Due to her stomach being the size it was, she was unable to bend over.

The bad part?

Nobody was home to pick it up for her.

So, she scooted herself down onto her butt and reached for the pen. Unfortunately, her stomach was in the way. She tried just about every position but bending over. After ten minutes, she still hadn't reached the pen.

Finally, she muttered "Screw this" and pulled herself up. She hastily waddled her way to the kitchen counter. She yanked open a drawer and pulled out an extra pen.

"Clever, Em," she whispered slyly to herself as she continued to fill out the forms.

-Later that day-

"Hello, my beautiful mommy-to-be," Hotch dropped a kiss to Emily's lips as he set down his briefcase.

"Oh, hey, babe. When did you get in?" she turned in her chair to face him.

"Just now. Did you finish filling out the forms?" he asked, pouring himself a cup of water.

"Yep! I mailed them off, too," she smiled.

"You, my lovely Emily, are amazing. Did you know that?" he chuckled, taking a sip from his cup.

"Yes, in fact, I did," she grinned. "Isn't Jack supposed to be home already?"

"Yeah, but he's…Uh… spending the night at a friend's house. He has to…uh…Work on a 'project'."

"Aw… What am I gonna do without my little baby Jack?" she pouted, completely missing his indisposition. Hotch laughed.

"I'm sure you can call him," he replied. She clapped a little.

"Yay! When is Dave getting home?" she asked curiously.

"He's not. He has a lecture at Georgetown College tomorrow morning, so he won't be back until tomorrow evening."

"So it's just us?" she grinned. He nodded.

"Yeah, and I rented a movie," he held up the RedBox CD case and waved it in the air.

"Ooh… What movie?" she asked, moving to the couch.

"The Notebook," he replied. She raised an eyebrow.

"I have actually never seen that movie," she realized. He looked at her in shock.

"You've never seen The Notebook?" he said in disbelief. She nodded, giggling.

"Is that such a bad thing?"

"It's only the most romantic movie ever!" he cried. She shook her head.

"Alright. I'll tell you what. I'll go change, you make some popcorn, and we can watch the movie in like, five minutes. Sound good?" Hotch offered, already halfway up the stairs. She grinned.

"It sounds great, love," she replied, ripping open the package of popcorn and placing it into the microwave.

-After the movie-

"That was beautiful," Emily whispered, a small tear escaping from her eye. Hotch pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Just like you," he whispered back. He wrapped his arms around her and she rested her head against his chest.

"You are the sweetest man," she giggled, kissing his hard jaw. He smiled down at her.

"I know," he teased. She rolled her eyes.

"Alright, I don't know about you, but I am heading to bed," she declared, stretching her arms behind her head.

"Don't leave me," he stuck his bottom lip out and feigned sadness. She giggled.

"As awkward, yet, undeniably attractive as that was," she teased, "I'm pregnant and tired. Do not get on my bad side," she warned him, leaning over to give him a kiss. He sighed like a child.

"Fine. I have a little paperwork to do, but I'll be up there. Good night, Emily," he smiled.

"Good night, Aaron."

-The next day-

"Mom? Dad? I'm home," Jack called from the front door, locking it behind him.

"Hey Jack. I just got home too," Emily greeted.

"Hey," he grinned, setting his things down by stairs. "Is Dad home?"

"No, he's out golfing with Dave and Erin's husband. Did you finish your project?" she inquired.

"Uh… Yeah…" Jack muttered, going pink.

"Jack? What did you do?" she asked knowingly, placing her hand on her hip. He looked up.

"I didn't do anything!" he exclaimed. She gave a quirk of the eyebrows.

"Did you have dinner yet?"

"Um, no, not yet. Why? What're we eating?"

"Honestly, I was too lazy to get off my butt earlier and make food. I'll just call for pizza. You down with that?"

Jack shook his head. "Yeah, Mom, I'm 'down with that'. Just promise me one thing?"

"What's that?"

"Never say 'are you down with that' again," he joked. She rolled her eyes.

"Keep telling me that, and I'll show up to your school in sagging pants, a backwards hat, and a tank-top screaming, 'How was school, homie?'" she glared teasingly. He buried his head in his hands and laughed.

"Oh God. Please don't," he grinned, dragging his bags upstairs.

Emily chuckled, punching in the number for the pizza place.

"This is Romano's Pizza. May I take your order?" a male's voice asked.

"Hi, I'd like a large pepperoni pizza, please," she said, cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder.

"Of course. Your address?"

"7594 Sherman Avenue."

"Alright, your pizza will be there in about fifteen minutes."

"Thank you," she replied, hanging up.

"MOM!" Jack screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Jack? Jack, what's wrong?" she called back. He shot down the stairs, breathing fast.

"Th-the window in my room was wide open," he said frantically. Emily's stomach began to churn, and it wasn't because of Macy.

"What? Is anything gone?" she asked quickly, her heart starting to pound.

"No, nothing's gone, but…" he mumbled.

"But what, Jack?" she asked, noting his dropped eye contact.

He swallowed the lump in his throat. "There's words. Written on the floor."

"What?"

"It says 'You were wrong'."

"But…"

"And, Mom?" he continued. She looked up.

"I-it's written… in blood."

Author's Note: Dun dun duuuuuun. ;) I know, I know. You thought I was done with my cliffhangers, right? Well… YOU WERE WRONG! You should've seen the look on your face! Anyway, the next chapter isn't going to be another month. It'll be a continuation of this chapter. I hope you enjoyed… :)