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A/N:I'm planned ahead; I'm just not ahead, ahead with this yet! I will try to keep consistent updates, but I start up Christmas hours at work tomorrow so I'll probably be near sleep deprived by tomorrow night... for now enjoy!

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"What about these?" Penelope asked as she spun around with a pair of baby boots in her hand and an adorable pout on her lips. "They would be perfect."

"Pen," JJ started, "There are more important things to think about."

"But," Penelope spoke and did a walking motion with the boots.

"You don't even know if you're having a girl yet," JJ told her and took the boots off of her friend and put them down, all the while trying to reframe her amusement. "We need to look at cribs and prams and-"

"Derek's convinced we're having a girl," Penelope stopped her and looked off dreamily. "I really want a little boy. Could you imagine it, Jayje?" Penelope asked and looked at her friend, "A mini Derek."

"Oh God," JJ groaned and laughed, "One Derek Morgan is enough, don't bring about a second one."

"FBI's best agent crossed with secret hacker. Jack of all trades," Penelope's eyes went wide. "We could call him Jack!"

"Then we'd have two Jack's in our clan," JJ pointed out with an all knowing smirk.

"Right, you're right," Penelope responded shaking her head clear of the idea, "He needs an uber cool name though."

JJ laughed at Penelope's thrill of this moment, "Being pregnant is making you loopier than ever, my friend."

"Aw, thanks, JJ," Penelope replied with a bright smile taking it as a compliment. "I don't know, I'm feeling so much better now and the morning sickness is almost nearly nonexistent and I mean, come on, it's actually happening now. I am actually pregnant! I'm all for running about with excitement."

"Fourth months were one of the best of my pregnancy," JJ agreed with her friend. "And believe me; I'm still not quite used to the idea of a little Garcie or Morgan yet. It's an adjustment."

"You're not?" Penelope asked with a shocked face, "I can't even believe I'm Mrs. Derek Morgan, Honey!"

JJ started to laugh at that. She loved to watch Penelope's disbelief at how her life was now. At how new she kept thinking it was.

"Have you two seen these?" Emily said as she rounded the corner and almost ran into Penelope and JJ. She had literally followed the sound of their voices in amongst her enthusiasm. "Can this be the first gift I give as Auntie Emily?"

The moment Penelope's eyes lay on the item in Emily's hands her face lit up and she looked at JJ's amused face as Emily held identical boots to what Penelope had held. "Now tell me they're not a worthy buy?"

"You still don't know what you're having though, Pen!" JJ argued back. She knew the logistics of pregnancies. She knew how she wanted to buy everything she put her hands on, but she knew, with firsthand experience, that she wouldn't let Penelope bury herself in things that really wouldn't be put to use.

"But look at them," Penelope told her and looked at Emily as JJ remained unmoved. "She won't budge my gorgeous raven haired wonder so give up."

"What?" Emily asked in shock, "Why not? I should be able to buy what I like."

"If it's a boy?" JJ asked Emily pointedly. It didn't matter how cute the little pink, almost doll like shoes were she couldn't be ruled by the cuteness over judgement. That was until both her best friends stood looking at her with identical looks, the shoes still in the air. "What the hell!" She said all of a sudden, "I'm sure you'll have a girl somewhere along the line!"

"Eee!" Penelope bounced a little excitedly, "They'll look perfect on a little girl of mine."

"I want you to have a little girl," Emily said as all of the women finally walked to the cribs. "I mean, come on, we are overrun with men. Even in the children. However cute Jack and Henry get, we need extra female hormones around here."

"I hear ya, sister!" Penelope chirped and stopped dead in her track. "I think I've found the crib already."

"Well that made that easier," JJ jumped in and looked around trying to see if she could decipher which one had caught Penelope's eyes.

"That and me and bubba are hungry," Penelope stated before taking both Emily's and JJ's hand and drawing them into the sea of baby cribs.

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"I just want to show now," Penelope said in almost frustration as they all sat around waiting on the men to arrive at the restaurant. "I know I'm pregnant and I want everyone else to know, is that wrong of me?"

"Kitten, we were only just saying how you're radiating at the moment and how pregnant you are with it," Rossi said as the men came and sat down with the group of girls. "Believe me, you are showing."

Derek watched his vibrant wife as she sat satisfied and then saw the bags behind her, "More buying, Baby Girl?"

"I got talked out of shoes," She replied sweetly as though that was going to subsidise for the newest splurge.

"For you or the baby?" He asked her unsure.

"The baby. In my defence they were the cutest pair of boots ever, Handsome!"

Derek chuckled, "So were the last fifty thousand pairs."

"If we have a little girl," Penelope started and leaned in then, "Then I will be telling her how her precious daddy deprived her of shoes pre-birth. If she's her mother's daughter, she won't be best pleased, Hot Stuff."

"If it's a little boy, he'll be happy I saved him from the wrath of his mother's shoe obsession," Was Derek's only reply to her at that and he smirked at her and saw her burst into a grin. "Now I think we need to eat because I'm starved."

"Mmm, me too!" Penelope chimed as she turned back and picked up her menu. "This baby so has your appetite," Penelope chided seriously making everyone laugh. "I'm not even joking, I don't even like spicy Indian all that much, but since I conceived all I've wanted is the hottest of the hottest!"

"Is that your craving?" Emily asked Penelope, she almost winced at Penelope's admission after seeing her reaction to the spicy foods.

"Mmm," Penelope replied as she took a sip of her drink. "I swear it's the only thing that will keep me happy."

"Could be worse," Rossi threw in with a wayward smirk. "I remember Carolyn always craved pickled eggs. At least you two can share an Indian." He reminisced thinking back to when he had nearly been in Derek's spot and become a family man.

"That is very true, My Italian Stallion, if I left enough for Derek to eat."

"Yeah believe me, she eats about triple the speed nowadays," Derek told them all and looked up from his email. "You need to be quick around my wife with food."

"I'm eating for two though, Sugar," Penelope replied and looked over Derek to the waiters standing around.

"I think it's time we fed the both of you," Hotch spoke as he noted Penelope keep looking around for the waiter.

"Good plan, Boss Man," Penelope confirmed grateful.

Watching her family filter into their own little worlds of conversation as they finished eating, Penelope turned to Derek. "Emily bought our baby those shoes," Penelope whispered at Derek, she ran a hand down over his head, a teasing grin on his face. "I think I'm having a little girl."

"Really?" Derek asked surprised and looked at her. He was adamant about a daughter, Penelope had been adamant about a son. "What's changed?"

"Well," Penelope started, "I'm only attracted to little girl's clothes and bedding and whenever I think about it, I can only think of names for a girl. It's got to be an omen."

"Well I'm going to hold you to this now," Derek teased her softly. "I think it's time we got home. I want some alone time considering the girls kidnapped you first thing this morning."

"Can't go home just yet, Hot Stuff," Penelope began and looked at Derek and smiled sweetly. "I ordered the crib, but said we would be okay to pick it up."

Derek groaned, wanting to get home and spend some time with his wife, "Right, we'll pick up the crib and then we're going home and not moving from the couch again."

"We'll be doing more than cuddling on it though," Penelope told him seductively as she smirked at him and sat up ready to disband the group and take advantage of the evening.

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