Rossi quickly sorted out everyone's afternoon schedule. He, JJ, and Garcia were going to find a place to eat lunch, after which they would drop JJ at the airport. Garcia would then accompany him to an afternoon reading and book signing scheduled at a bookstore near the university. Reid would be taking Emma back to her apartment so she could eat lunch and then get some rest. Later in the evening, they would all meet for dinner with the local representative from Rossi's publisher.

As he pulled into her apartment building's parking lot Reid turned to Emma. "I'm sorry about Moira. I had no idea she would be stalking us again," he apologized.

"Spencer, it's not your fault," Emma replied. "You have no control over what she does. She makes her own decisions."

As Reid walked around the car to help Emma get out, his cell phone rang.

"Rossi?" he answered it after first checking the screen. He then listened for a few minutes.

"Okay, thanks. And, you will keep us informed?" he responded. "Thanks!."

He turned back to Emma and helped her out of the car. "Let's get all these packages gathered up and inside," he suggested. "Then we can get you fed and we can talk."

When they got inside Emma's apartment, she headed straight for the couch and sank down onto it while Reid piled the packages wherever he could find space in the living room.

"That was Rossi on the phone just now," he told Emma as he sat down next to her. "And, it appears that Elliot Williams is missing from Bennington. There is now a BOLO out for both him and Moira. Are you okay? You look kind of pale."

"I'm just tired," Emma brushed it off. "However, if you don't mind, I think I'll sit here for a minute or two before I start on lunch."

"I am making lunch," Reid announced decisively. "Just tell me what you have in mind."

Reid quickly had everything assembled and microwaved. However, when it came time to come to the table, Emma just sighed.

"Spencer, I really hate to do this," she began. "But look at the distance between here and there. I just can't do it. Would you mind – ?"

"Of course not, you're tired. You've had a rough morning," Reid told her. "Let me organize this and bring it over there for you."

They enjoyed a quiet lunch for two on the couch and Reid even moved the flower arrangement from the previous evening onto the coffee table for them to enjoy as they ate. Afterwards, he loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher and, after double-checking the locks on the door, came back and settled back down on the couch next to Emma.

"There are some things we need to discuss," he began. "What are you doing?"

Emma had her hand up and was teasing his earlobe. "Just checking something," she replied idly. "You were saying?" She leaned in closer to him.

"With your tongue?" Reid asked, flustered.

"Of course with my tongue," Emma was murmuring into his ear as she rang her tongue lightly down his jaw. "Any reactions developing? I find it interesting how different parts of the body are all connected to ultimately produce a single response."

Reid felt his body reacting to Emma's nearness and her invasion of his ear. He could smell the lingering scent from the previous evening's bubble bath, and now her other hand was busy tickling his other earlobe.

"You shouldn't be doing this," he protested. "Not in your – condition."

"Actually, I should be doing this," Emma responded. "That is what I stayed behind in the doctor's office to discuss. According to her, a 'healthy sexual appetite' is a good thing at this stage. It means that all my systems are still functioning normally. She said that there should be no problem as long as we didn't do anything overtly dangerous. She did, however, suggest that we enjoy ourselves now because it won't be too long before sex becomes too uncomfortable for me."

Reid was concentrating on deep breathing in an unsuccessful attempt to prevent an erection. He could feel the heat where Emma had placed her hand over the bulge in pants. "You mean, she agreed with you?"

"Oh, yes," Emma purred into his ear. "Now, Spencer, do you want to go into the bedroom while you can still walk, or do you want me to pull off all your clothes here on the couch? I should warn you, though, that might get a little drafty."

"Are you sure it's okay?" Reid wanted to verify that.

"Would I lie about something like that?" Emma asked as she lifted herself off the couch. She held out her hand to Reid, who hesitated for a moment before taking it and following her into the bedroom.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

After Emma had fallen asleep, exhausted, Reid lay watching her. Slowly, carefully, he put his hand on her stomach and waited. Soon, he felt the slight, fluttering movement of their children. He smiled.

Moving stealthily, he rolled over and got off the bed. Emma turned over and opened an eye. "If you will look, in one of the bags from the boutique there is a book on twin pregnancy," she told him. "Also, there are some other books in the bookcase." Effortlessly, she fell back to sleep.

After cleaning himself up and getting dressed, Reid wandered into the kitchen. He looked around and remembered all the times Emma had cooked for him, done his laundry, and cleaned up his apartment. He decided it was his turn.

When Emma woke up, she discovered that the kitchen had been straightened, the dishwasher had been run and emptied, and the flower arrangement from the previous night had been given fresh water. Even the packages from the morning's shopping trip had been neatly arranged. Reid was sitting on the couch reading one of her pregnancy books.

Emma sat down next to him and yawned. "Boy, was I tired," she told him. "You cleaned up in here – Thanks!"

"According to this book on twin pregnancy, you are going to experience tiredness sooner than with a single fetus pregnancy," he told her knowledgeably. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I just had a nap!" Emma laughed. "Now, I assume you have spoken with Garcia and Rossi. What's on the agenda for this evening?"

"We're meeting Rossi, Garcia, and Rossi's agent's rep for dinner," Reid told her. "And, according to Garcia, you have several outfits in these bags to choose from."

"With all the things JJ insisted I need, I'm sure I'll find something appropriate," Emma said. "What about you? I never asked what you brought in the way of clothes, or even why you came to Las Vegas."

Reid stared down at his hands. "If I tell you, you're going to get mad," he worried.

"Spencer, I promise you that as long as you are honest, I won't get mad," Emma told him. "How can I be mad? Whatever it was that brought you to Vegas, you arrived just when I needed you. I can't get mad about that!"

"I don't know," Reid started.

"Try me," Emma said. "If I get upset, you can remind me of what I just said – Honest!"

Reid took a deep breath. "Okay – I came because my father called me."

"Your father called you - About what?"

"He said he still has our annulment papers on his desk and he wanted to know if he should destroy them or if we wanted to keep them as a kind of souvenir. I told him I needed to talk to you. I assume you never told him that we weren't together."

Emma looked at him as he sat there with his head hanging down. "Oh My Gosh, Spencer. You actually came here expecting me to tell you that I wanted an annulment?" she exclaimed. "And, as for as my telling your father, after he was so thrilled about our vow renewal, I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth. I sent him periodic e-mails and text messages, but I let him believe I was with you in Quantico. It would break his heart if he knew the truth. You know, we really need to get with him, tell him the truth, and let him know about the babies."

"You're right," Reid agreed with her. "Let me think about the best way to handle it."

"That's all I can ask for. Now, when and where is dinner?"