I know some of you are disappointed that Emily and Christian are having a boy, and I'm sorry about that but it was done for a few specific reasons, which I will gladly explain so no one thinks I was just trying to fuck with them.

1. There are many parallels drawn between the relationship between Emily/Christian and his parent's story, and having a boy was a continuation of that. The middle name Diarmuid and the Irish Mythology behind it, the tattoos, even the name 'Juliet' were all a part of the story's central theme of seconds chances and the connections we see in between the past and present in our lives.

2. Emily and Christian are nervous enough about being parents and they would be put more at ease with a boy, which give them some time to realize that they can do the whole parenting thing.

3. Finally, the gender really serves as a catalyst for an important upcoming conversation that has to do with coming to terms with the past.

However, just because I went with a boy this time doesn't mean that there won't be a girl for them in the future (hint hint.) I like to keep my readers happy.

Thanks to everyone for sticking with the story and for your reviews.

It was around midnight and Christian was sleeping in his small corner of the bed while Emily took over the entire area, a mountain of pillows separating their bodies. There was nothing that Christian and Sergio had grown to hate more than the dreaded body pillow the brunette slept with at night.

It was a calm night until Emily felt a strange stirring in her abdomen as she started to fall asleep. After a few minutes of trying to ignore it, Emily opted to inform Christian, which was the worst decision she had ever made. "Christian" she nudged him as she tried to reach over the pillows, using her other hand to rub small circles over her baby bump. "Christian wake up" she ordered a little more firmly as he started stirring. "Christian, I think something's wrong with the baby" she added in a slightly worried voice, lightly slapping him on the back.

Christian's entire body jerked at the contact, completely terrified, "What? What is it?"

"I don't know, seomthing doesn't feel right."

"Okay, okay, just stay here" Christian ordered, his hands instructing her to stay put as he jumped out of the bed, almost falling over as he did so. "I will fix this" He reassured her as he ran to the kitchen to grab his phone off the charger. Emily assumed that he was calling her OBGYN like a normal person would have, but when it came to Emily, Christian became panicky. As a result, the typical Cavanagh ambivalence went out the window and Christian went into full panic mode, calling the one person he shouldn't have.

"Hello my sinfully delicious" Garcia greeted in a joyful tone.

"Something is wrong with Emily! What do I do?!" Christian yelled in a panicked tone as Emily overheard him and face palmed in the other room.

"OH MY GOD!"

"I need help!"

"Okay, okay, okay Garcie we can do this. Okay get some towels, some ice and boil a kettle of water."

"What? Why?" Christian asked as he tried taking a few deep breaths.

"That's what they always do in the movies duh" Garcia replied. "Wait, what are her symptoms."

"I don't know" Christian admitted as he ran back into the bedroom. "Emily what are your symptoms?"

"I just feel this fluttering in my stomach" Emily replied with a shrug, obviously not as worried as her younger partner.

"Fluttering in her stomach, what does this mean?"

"Oh my God this is worse than I thought. Hold on baby doll Aunty PenPen will fix this" Garcia assured Christian as she put him on hold and called someone else. "Hold on hot stuff" Garcia instructed as she changed phone lines to talk to Morgan. "Emily's dying!"

"WHAT?!" Morgan exclaimed as he shot up in bed after his latest conquest, the redheaded woman giving him a dirty look. Redhead? I could have sworn she was a blonde Morgan internally noted before going back into 'Emily's In Trouble' crisis mode.

"Something is wrong with the baby and we don't know what to do."

"Hold up baby girl, whose we?"

"Me and S.D."

"S.D.?"

"Sinfully Delicious duh, we don't have time for this Derek. Emily says she feels this intense fluttering in her abdomen and Christian has no hot water boiled! I swear that boy is a mess."

Morgan took a deep breath as he tried to process everything. Maybe the technical analyst shouldn't have led with 'Emily's dying.' "Okay I'll call Reid."

"Good God hurry up Derek, we don't have all night" Garcia insisted as the man nodded from the other end of the line before calling up Reid.

Meanwhile, Christian was pacing around the bedroom, biting his fingernails much like Emily used to. "Christian you need to relax" Emily gently ordered with a small smile. "What did Dr. Bennis say?"

"I don't know, I called Garcia" Christian confessed as Emily rolled her eyes.

"You called Garcia?"

"But I think she called Morgan" he defended as Emily scoffed.

"Just because Derek Morgan is very well acquainted with the female anatomy does not make him a doctor."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Christian offered in a panicked voice as his phone rang. "Hello, are you sure? Okay, okay, no I didn't boil any fucking water. Because this is isn't Call the fucking Midwife. No, I don't watch that show. Fine, yes it was really good. Okay, bye Oracle" Christian concluded with a deep breath as he hung up the phone before addressing Emily. "Reid said it's just the baby moving."

"He's moving?"

"He's moving" Christian confirmed as he walked over to Emily, leaning over as he kissed her forehead, cupping her cheek. "You're okay."

"You were such a mess" Emily began to tease until realizing why he had freaked out. It was because it had involved her. Those were the only times when he really lost it. "Everything is okay" Emily sighed as he gently rubbed his chest tattoo before she moved the body pillow to the foot of the bed and patted the space beside her, signally for him to lie down next to her. "We're okay."

Christian merely nodded as he inhaled sharply, closing his eyes while Emily ran her fingers up and down his forearm in a comforting manner. Emily knew that after the abduction Christian had been struggling. During the weeks when he was alone in Lafayette Emily knew that Christian wasn't sleeping. She thought it was probably because he was afraid to be alone because of what happened the last time he was. Then there was also the issue of him refusing to take his pain medication, which was likely because he was worried he'd use again. But Emily was sure he had gotten past all of that. Yes there had been the occasional nightmare, but Emily still got those too. They were just some emotional scars that never faded. But this was different. There was something else that was bothering him, and Emily was determined to find out, but that night wasn't the right time.

"How goes the great house hunt?" JJ asked Emily, who was just returning to the office from her 20th week scan, which Christian had finally attended with her.

"We finally settled on the house in Georgetown's East Village. The sellers were desperate so they accepted our bid. Thank god for divorce…"

"You're horrible" the blonde interrupted with a laugh.

The brunette profiler just shrugged at the remark, "Christian starts work in a few days so thankfully the stupid 'unemployment beard' is being shaved today. Tonight we have dinner with my mother, oh and we had a bit of freak out last night" Emily admitted with a laugh.

"What happened?"

"I was starting to fall asleep and I felt this twitching in my stomach and I didn't realize it was just the baby moving" Emily confessed as JJ started laughing. "So I told Christian, who starts freaking out and he calls Garcia…"

JJ shook her head in disbelief, "He called Pen and not me?"

"Evidently they are very close" She chuckled. "So she starts panicking too and finally Morgan calls Reid who tells us that it's just the baby moving. Apparently babies are more active at night. When did..."

"Wait" JJ interrupted before raising her hand to stop Emily from going on. "You told Christian, who told Garcia, who called Morgan, who called Reid and no one called me. No one thought to call the one person in our unit who had actually been pregnant before. That'd be like calling Rossi last when you're going through a divorce."

"Sorry Jayje" Emily replied to appease the blonde. "So when did you start feeling Henry move?"

"Like seventeen weeks" JJ answered as the two started walking back towards the glass BAU doors.

"According to my doctor baby Cavanagh is lazy."

"That will come in handy when he starts playing soccer with your internal organs" JJ laughed as Emily gave her a pointed look. "But it's not that bad" she tried to cover as Emily rolled her eyes. "How are you feeling?"

"Pretty good, although I have been getting these leg cramps at night so I often kick Christian" Emily stated with a smirk.

"You're mean."

"Well sometimes he deserves it" Emily laughed as JJ couldn't help but nod in agreement.

JJ opened the door for Emily as the two women walked into the BAU, "Which birthing class have you signed up for?"

"Well…"

"You haven't done it yet!" JJ exclaimed, completely exasperated by the lack of preparedness by her friend. "Emily those classes fill up fast. God you two need to stop having sex all the time and prepare for your baby, or the poor boy is going to be stuck wearing a cut out pillow case onesie and sleeping in a cardboard box. You're rich, you have no excuse for this" the blonde scolded as her brunette raised her hands in surrender.

"To be fair we did go baby shopping" Emily argued as JJ rolled her eyes.

"And then you were thrown out…"

"That's not true" the other female profiler interjected. "We merely left after feeling uncomfortable."

JJ scoffed at the argument because she knew that wasn't the entire story. "You and Christian offended most of the staff and a bunch of pregnant women, left, and then you went home and had sex, which is just so typical of pregnant Emily Prentiss."

The Day Before

Christian and Emily were browsing through a Washington D.C. baby store, under strict instructions from JJ to start picking out baby furniture. The couple had been putting the assignment off for a while, both for different reasons. Emily was putting it off because Christian was living out of boxes and as a result her typically spacious apartment felt cramped and chaotic. She definitely didnt want to add anything else to the clutter. On the other hand, Christian didn't want to have to move any more boxes than he already had to, and he definitely didn't want to move some things twice. He knew the whole moving responsibility fell on him, but it wasn't like he could complain when Emily was carrying his baby, and had saved his life. He felt like he kind of owed her. Regardless of why the couple was procrastinating, they still were, which annoyed the blonde future Godmother to no end.

Christian sighed as he adjusted his black Bruins baseball cap while Emily debated between two different sets of baby bedding. "If we made the Oracle the Godmother she'd do all of this stuff for us. Not to mention I'm missing the pre-game show for the Sox game. Tom Brady was supposed to be a guest. Tom Brady!" He complained as he itched at the collar on his plain blue t-shirt.

Emily scoffed at the man's complaints as she bit her bottom lip, completely torn between cars and ducks, "Quit being so lazy, I'm the one actually cooking a baby here. What are you accomplishing?"

"I'm helping" he shrugged with a grin as Emily rolled her eyes while a woman in her early twenties approached them. She was dressed in a new-age free spirit sort of way with faux leather sandals and a long braid. She wasn't the sort of character that Emily would imagine working at a national chain retail store.

"Good afternoon, my name is Raine with an 'E'" she introduced in serene voice before adding, "Can I help you?"

Emily shared a look with Christian and nodded. The time had come for them to get professional help. "Can we just buy a baby room? Like are there any pre-done baby rooms?" He asked as the salesperson got a baffled look on her face.

"Well you could, but I would not recommend it."

"Why not?" Emily and Christian both asked simultaneously.

"Because the first room of a child should really depend on what aura you are trying to achieve. What are your dreams for your child? Where on the yin and yang spectrum does your baby fall? How do you want him or her to sleep? These are the sort of questions that a showroom cannot answer for you, only your heart can when you connect with the unborn."

Emily fought the urge to roll her eyes, "Are you going to be able to help us with this?"

"Yes" Raine confidently stated as she glanced over to Christian. "What qualities are you looking for in a bedroom?"

"It's a friggin' bedroom so I would say sleep" Christian replied with an eye roll as Emily tried to stifle a laugh beside him.

The saleswoman glared at Christian before speaking up, obviously not appreciating his trademark Cavanagh snark. "I hope you don't plan on cursing around your child like that."

"This is my version of not cursing"

Emily chuckled as she raised a finger, "This is true."

A horrified look made its way on the Raine's face as she motioned for the couple to follow her as she guided them towards the organic bedding section of the store. Organic bedding, which Christian thought was the most bizarre thing he had ever heard while Emily preferred the designs of the bedding she had looked at before this strange woman offered her unique version of 'help.'

"This blows" Christian whispered into Emily's ear, prompting her to quietly giggle as the saleswoman turned around to face them, scowling at the remark that she overheard.

"Excuse me?"

"So Raine, that's a unique name. Where does that name originate from?" Emily politely asked, trying to alleviate some of tension.

"Well" Raine began as she stopped in the middle of the store near a group of pregnant women. "It's not my birth name but my inner name. And one day when I looked out at the rain I knew it had been my name all along. I was just searching for it."

"And were you searching for the 'E' too?" Christian asked as he tried to stifle a fit of laughter that threatened to escape.

"Christian!" Emily scolded as Raine glared at him.

"I pity those who are so close-minded to nature around us."

"You pity me?" Christian asked incredulously with a laugh. "Yeah, it's a real shame that I don't act like a fucking Dazed and Confused extra" he sarcastically commented.

Raine gasped at the statement, "All of your negative energy is compromising my inner zen. For the sake of your unborn child I would suggest that you open your mind to the world and nature."

What?" Christian scoffed as he shook his head and went into what Emily called 'full asshole' mode. "You work at fucking Pottery Barn, who died and made you the Sigmund fucking Freud of child psychology?"

"Language, this is a children's store" Raine chided as the group of pregnant women gave him, and Emily, a dirty look, making the man nervous. Christian didn't care about offending anyone, except for pregnant women. That was where he drew the line.

"Oh is that…that must be my phone" Christian awkwardly lied as he took out his cellphone, bringing the wrong end up to his mouth. "Oh yeah, okay cancel the merger…" he drifted off as Emily started laughing before they both wordlessly left the store. "What the fuck was that?" Christian sighed as they made it into the courtyard of the shopping center.

Emily couldn't stop laughing at the incident, "Oh my God, 'cancel the merger?' You're a police officer, why didn't you just make up a murder or something?"

"I panicked in the face of a fucking stampede of pregnant ladies" he defended with a groan. "And don't say murder around the baby" he ordered as Emily rolled her eyes. "So what do we do now? I think we're banned until 'monsoon' takes her communion with nature break."

Emily bit her bottom lip, trying to decide between staying for ice cream or heading home. Home and the lure of something else won out, "Wanna go home and have sex?"

"Fuck yeah" Christian smirked. "See what I did there" he winked as Emily rolled her eyes as they headed towards the parking lot.

Emily nervously picked her nails as she sat at the empty table in the crowded upscale D.C. French restaurant her mother had chosen. Her mother had called her to let her know that she was running late after a long meeting and Christian was also running late, as usual. After taking another sip of water, Emily answered her vibrating cell phone at the table, earning a dirty look for a few of the older patrons.

"Prentiss" she answered, not bothering to check the caller I.D.

"What am I supposed to where to this thing?" Christian asked as he sat on their bed in his underwear.

Emily shook her head in disbelief, "You're not even dressed yet?"

"I got busy."

"Doing what?"

"Packing up the house. You see this wouldn't be a problem if you were more like me and had less crap. So just tell me what to wear to the last fucking supper and I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Dress nice" Emily instructed as Christian rolled his eyes.

"Dress nice? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I always dress nice."

"You dress like a twelve-year-old, dress like an adult man. Dress like Hotch or Rossi or even Reid and hurry up" she ordered in a stern tone as she hung up the phone. "Why can't daddy ever be on time, huh? Please don't make me wait like him" Emily almost pleaded with her unborn child, hoping that he wouldn't inherit his father's tendency to always be late. Being pregnant for almost ten months was more than enough time for her.

About fifteen minutes later Elizabeth Prentiss walked into the restaurant to find Emily sitting at the table alone, eating a piece of bread. "Emily dear let me see you" the elder Prentiss ordered as Emily reluctantly rose from the table, the loose-fitting black dress with a contrasting white-collar she had worn to work concealing most of her baby bump. "You look very well. As you know, many women lose all sense of self-control while pregnant" she informed Emily, who struggled to refrain from rolling her eyes. "Where is the father? Is he still involved?"

"Yes mother, he's just running late" Emily shrugged as she went back to eating her bread.

"I see" Elizabeth Prentiss coldly remarked. This was going to be an interesting evening.

"You were late mother" Emily reminded her with a small grin. "He's been busy packing up the house and just got distracted. He'll be here soon."

"Is he unemployed?"

Emily scoffed at the question, "No mother he has a job. He just moved from Louisiana and doesn't start-up for a few more days."

"He's from Louisiana then?" The Ambassador asked as she unfolded her napkin, eloquently placing it on her lap as she ordered a glass of wine from a roving waiter.

"No he's from Boston…"

"Outstanding" Elizabeth interjected. "I quite like Boston. It truly is a wonderful city." Internally Emily breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad. The mother and daughter's conversation was briefly interrupted by a member of the staff bringing a large box to the table. "It's a baby gift" Elizabeth informed Emily with a small smile as Christian walked up the table. Surprisingly he was actually dressed appropriately, wearing a grey suit with thin white pinstripes, a white Oxford shirt, a grey tie, and a pair of black Oxford shoes.

Christian quickly kissed the top of Emily's head and stretched his hand to the Ambassador. "You must be Ambassador Prentiss" he politely greeted with a smile that illuminated his eyes.

"Please, call me Elizabeth. You must be Christopher…"

"Christian, but close. You got the 'Christ' part right" he winked as he sat down next to Emily. "Sorry I'm late, D.C. drivers are wicked insane" he added. "I swear 99.9% of them are drinking fucking roadies" Christian complained as Emily cringed. It had been eleven seconds, eleven seconds into the dinner and he had already dropped the F-bomb. But in the typical politician manner, Elizabeth Prentiss seemed unfazed by it.

"A roadie?" Elizabeth questioned in a confused voice.

"You know a beer for the road, like when you're fucking drinking and driving and getting a buzz on before you hit the bar. It's a Boston thing I guess" he shrugged. "But to be clear, I do not drink and drive. However, that is how a lot of my buddies on the force made their ticket quotas."

"I'm sorry to hear that" Elizabeth commented, unsure of how to respond to the remark as the trio ordered dinner. "You can speak French?" she asked in a surprised voice as Christian grinned.

"In a perfect Boston accent" he quipped as, to Emily's shock, Elizabeth almost laughed.

"Would you mind me asking how old you are?"

"Thirty and a half" Christian responded as Emily wanted to smack him. Why did he have to add 'and a half?' It just made him sound like he was ten years old. "But I'm ahead of the curve" he smugly stated with a smirk.

"Emily tells me your some sort of detective."

"Actually mother he's a Lieutenant in the Criminal Intelligence division" Emily filled in as Christian nodded.

"It's not all that interesting. As you might have guessed criminals are not all that intelligent" he deadpanned as Elizabeth couldn't help but smile. "Emily says you're a career politician."

Elizabeth Prentiss brightened up at the mention of politics, "Yes, are you interested in politics?"

"Mostly vintage politics, I tell you a bag of fucking grass clippings could run Congress better than the skeezes we have now. You know who I miss? Fucking Tip O'Neil."

"He was an exceptional politician" Elizabeth agreed with a nod as Emily watched the interaction intently. Was this going well? "I had the privilege of working with him on a piece of foreign policy legislature."

"WHAT?! That is wicked pissa. Okay top eight politicians of all time, obviously JFK…"

"Robert Kennedy" The Ambassador added as Christian nodded enthusiastically.

"Fuck Bobby Kennedy was like my brother. Then you got Teddy Kennedy, Joe Kennedy, John 'Honey Fitz' Fitzgerald, Edward Everett, Tip O'Neil, John Kerry, Deval Patrick, Michael Bloomberg, Sargent fucking Shriver, is that eight? I could keep going."

"Please don't" Emily cut in as Elizabeth and Christian both glared at her.

"It would fair to infer that you are from Boston" Elizabeth said as she turned her attention back to the man.

"Most definitely, Boston born and bred."

"And where did you grow up?"

Emily stilled Christian's bouncing knee under the table before he answered, "Back Bay and the South End."

"That is very interesting, two very different subcultures. And what did you parents do?"

"My father was a groundskeeper and my mother ran a charitable foundation" He answered as Elizabeth nodded and decided not to press on, leaving Emily wondering how much her mother must have known about her partner's past. But then again, what didn't Elizabeth Prentiss know? She would give Penelope Garcia a run for her money in the all-knowing department.

The rest of the evening was uneventful and, for the most part, pleasant. But that didn't mean that the Ambassador liked Christian, it just meant that she was being civil, per usual. After the table was cleared, Elizabeth took out another gift from her purse, a book of baby names as Christian pulled something from the breast pocket of his jacket.

"I brought you the latest picture of your grandson" he warmly offered as he handed the sonogram over to Elizabeth, whose expression immediately softened. It was odd to see her mother so warm and it made Emily think that maybe her mother actually looked forward to being a grandmother after all.

"Thank you" Elizabeth replied a few moments later, glancing at Christian before offering her daughter a small smile. "Well it was a pleasure meeting you Christian and I hope I get the chance to see you again before my grandson arrives" Elizabeth concluded as she rose from the table. "Emily, why don't you forgo the valet. I'll have my driver take you to your car."

"Well I guess that's signal for me to get out here. Thank you Elizabeth for the lovely dinner and the gift" Christian remarked with his trademark Cavanagh grin as he shook his future mother-in-law's hand and took the book and large box from Emily, "See you at home kid."

"Okay" Emily responded as he leaned down to give her a quick peck on the lips before leaving.

Emily and her mother walked silently out of the busy restaurant until they reached the parking lot, waiting for the elder Prentiss' driver. "So what did you think of him?"

Elizabeth corrected her posture before speaking up in a professional tone, "He is not what I would have envisioned for you…"