"I think someone owes Charles a thank you," Erik remarked, perhaps a little dryly, but only for her ears as they danced closely in the glow of the fairy lights strung about Rossi's garden.

She pulled back slightly to fix him with a raised brow, looking rather unamused. "What did you do?" she asked pointedly. She knew her husband well enough to know that he was rather prone to acting first and thinking later.

"It's what I didn't do," he countered. At her continued pointed stare, he explained, "I saw the news footage of the bank blowing up..."

"Oh..." she said, suddenly looking rather chagrined.

It was his turn to stare pointedly, awaiting an explanation.

"I only got blown up a little," she joked lamely. He didn't appear amused. Serious this time, she offered, "I was just doing my job, we didn't know they'd wired the bank with explosives, and you've almost exploded plenty of times." She left out the part about her being pregnant, knowing it would do absolutely no good to show her hand so soon.

"That was before I was a parent," he replied.

She couldn't exactly argue with that because he had, in fact, done a very good job of avoiding trouble since Isadora's birth, so she did the next best thing. "Do you want me to quit my job?" she asked, devoid of emotion so as not to sway his answer either way.

"Do you want to quit your job?" he fired right back, just as emotionless.

She quirked a brow. "You didn't answer my question," she said. He didn't respond, almost as if he knew there was something she was holding back. At length, she heaved a sigh, eyes falling shut briefly before admitting defeat. "Clyde Easter called me. He's offered me a job..."

He clearly hadn't been expecting that, based on the way his brows jumped up his forehead.

"I think... I think I need to take it," she continued when he remained silently stunned. Any further discussion was interrupted by the familiar sound of Isadora's holler of "Mamamamama!" Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled softly. "Sounds like someone's hungry."

(Practically from the moment they'd arrived at Rossi's, Garcia had claimed possession of Isadora and the baby was all too happy to be doted upon. But, now that she was hungry, the only person in the world that mattered was Emily.)

Breaking away from her dance with Will, JJ followed Emily into Rossi's living room, settled next to her as she wriggled one side of her dress down to feed the baby. "The next celebration will be your baby girl's birthday..." she murmured.

Emily nodded. "I don't know how an entire year has gone by... How has my baby grown so much so fast?" Every moment of every day, she couldn't believe how quickly her little girl was growing and learning and changing.

She nodded knowingly. "All I can tell you is that it only starts going faster." She glanced, almost wistfully, through the glass doors leading out to the garden where Henry was watching in awe as Reid wowed him with magic tricks.

Emily sighed sadly. "That's what I was afraid of. Every time I feed her now, I worry that it will be the last time. It breaks my heart that one day she won't need me like this."

"She'll always need you," she promised.

For a few moments, Emily stroked Isadora's head in silence.

"So, do you want to tell me what's going in?" JJ asked softly. She reached up to brush away an errant tear that had escaped to roll down Emily's cheek.

She shook her head. "No, not tonight," she insisted. "Not on your wedding night."

JJ just fixed her with an expression like a mom who'd caught her child with their hand in the cookie jar.

"I'm pregnant," she said the first thing to come to her mind, apparently unable to keep it a secret any longer.

"Congratulations," JJ said, then added teasingly, "And good luck – two under two will probably be a handful."

She rolled her eyes, but had to concede that she was very much correct in that assumption. Instead of responding directly, though, she whispered, "When I regained consciousness after the first blast, I was so scared, but I didn't even hesitate to run into the train station to save Will." She paused, chewed her lip in thought. "I didn't hesitate to put his life ahead of my unborn child's. I don't regret it, but..."

"It's who you are," JJ whispered. "You're an agent, but that doesn't make you any less of a mother."

She didn't seem convinced.

"I know what you're feeling right now," she whispered. "I, umm, I haven't even told Will this, but I... I lost a baby – while I was reassigned. I didn't know I was pregnant at the time, but I don't know that it would have changed anything."

"Oh, Jayje..." Emil rasped, "I'm so sorry. And I'm sorry for rubbing it in that..."

She shook her head. "That's not what you were doing. And that wasn't my point. I'm trying to say that there are some things you can't control and you can't carry those things with you."

"I don't know what I'm going to do without you," Emily said softly.

JJ raised a brow in question.

She winced. "We're going back to Genosha," she murmured apologetically.

"What? Why? When?" she stammered.

Eyes cast downwards, she answered, "Clyde offered me a position coordinating mutant operations for Interpol. We're be leaving as soon as Isadora's passport comes through." A beat. "I'm sorry, Jayje, I didn't want to tell you tonight..."

She attempted a smile. "Can we come visit?" she asked.

Emily gave a wet little laugh. "Any time you want," she vowed. "Besides, I'll be back to have the baby – we'll still see each other."

"Good," she said firmly. "I'd hate to have to kick your ass on my wedding day."

She laughed, kissed her cheek. "Consider it your wedding present."