"Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful."

Milan Kundera

They all sat around the table, Noah cuddling against his mother's chest. The four of them had decided to meet the Fairfax PD in Quantico instead of at the local precinct. Mackenzie was in her uniform, the side of her face still bruised and swollen, her arm in a sling. Taala had her hair pulled back in a braid, wearing dark slacks and a slightly fitted blouse. Derek's cast had come off earlier in the week, much to his delight, and despite being the unit chief of VICAP, he still favoured wearing jeans and tshirts to work. Digging deep into JJ's pregnancy clothing, Emily had on a dark green top that flowed over her baby bump, her hair pulled back. Noah stayed close to Mackenzie, his fingers back in his mouth.

"Do you want to press charges?" The officer asked, looking between Mackenzie and Derek.

The younger of the two swallowed hard and brushed some hair off her face. "We were attacked because we're black, My son witnessed everything and he's now suffering nightmares. I'm pregnant. The doctors are hopeful that the fetus wasn't harmed, but we won't know until later on in the pregnancy. These injuries, if they don't heal properly, they could end my career. Yes. I want to press charges." She glanced over at Derek. He looked over at Emily and then back at the officers.

"I wasn't injured nearly as badly as Mackenzie, but if my wife hadn't gotten there…" His voice trailed off. "I want to press charges, this sort of thing can't be allowed to happen. We, all four of us, have or are going to have bi-racial children. I want to be able to take them to the park and not be afraid that they will be attacked." Derek exhaled softly. "If Mackenzie hadn't been smart enough to send Emily the text, and my wife hadn't been quick enough, you'd be looking at murder, not just assault." He got to his feet and shook the officer's hands.

Emily watched, her hand protectively over her stomach. They were lucky, they all knew that. Slowly she got to her feet and gave the other three around the table a small tight lipped smile. "Do we want to get together tonight for supper? Our place?" Emily asked as Derek wrapped his arm around her waist. "Work permitting, of course."

Mackenzie shrugged and got up, adjusting Noah on her hip. "Text me and we'll let you know." She said, her voice soft and quiet. The assault had made the young woman quieter, scared. Neither had seen her smile since the incident. She gave Noah's head a soft kiss and nodded at her wife.

"You take him down, I'll be right there." Taala said, watching Mackenzie and Noah leave. She turned to Derek and Emily and gave them a tired smile. "I'll try to talk her into coming." She said softly, raking her fingers through her hair.

They watched her walk away and Derek pressed a few kisses on the top of Emily's head. "Hopefully the bad guys give us a break for the next few days." He said holding her flush against him.

Emily smiled up at him, reaching up and pulling him down for a proper kiss. "I agree." She whispered as they pulled apart, their fingers interlacing as they headed to the elevator.

Thankfully the day ended up being mostly paperwork, and surprisingly, they were both able to leave at a half decent time. Even though they still had time, hopefully five months as Emily kept reminding him, Derek had put in a lot of time into learning how to cook. Growing up with two older sisters, they learned how to cook and he learned the basics, but he relied on his sisters to feed him most of the time. They had invested in a pressure cooker and a slower cooker, with Derek spending lots of time learning new recipes. Reid, who had been cooking for himself since the age of 8, had been giving Derek easy recipes. Derek said that he refused to allow his children to grow up eating fast food and take away food.

Their house smelled delicious when they walked through the doors and he sent Emily upstairs to go get changed. Taala had texted and asked for a raincheck on the supper, leaving Derek and Emily alone. He started rice on the stove before pulling the bag of salad out of the fridge. Tara had told him about the incident in Montana and he chose not to call Emily on it, they were dealing with enough already. Instead, he just chose to cook meals that were healthy and shower Emily in as many compliments as he could. She came down the stairs wearing a pair of sweats and a long sleeved tshirt.

"Whatever you're making smells delicious." Emily said, giving Derek a small smile.

"Chicken burrito bowls." He said, pulling the rice off the gas and scooping it into a bowl for Emily. He added the shredded chicken corn, and black beans from the slow cooker and topped it with cheese, cilantro and chopped green onions, placing some plain Greek yogurt on the table.

"Look at you, Mister House Husband." Emily teased as she sat down and took a bite of the food. "This is great, Derek."

He smiled and poured her some flavored sparkling water in a wine glass, then pouring one for himself. "Good, I'm glad." His eyes stayed focused on her for a few moments before he took a bite of his own food. "Yeah, you're right, I'm pretty good at this."

She laughed, soft and gentle. "So humble."

They ate until they were comfortablely full. "Want to go cuddle on the couch?" Derek suggested, standing up and reaching for her hand.

"Not really." Emily got to her feet and closed the gap between them, pressing her body as close to his as she could considering her growing belly. "We have some free time and I want to be with my husband."

His arms wrapped around her, looping under her ass as he easily lifted her off her feet. Their lips met softly and he smiled into the kiss. "You sure?"

Eyebrows arched and she leaned back slightly. "If you don't want to have sex with me, you could say so." She mumbled softly. "Put me down, Derek."

His grip held tight. "Emily, of course I want to have sex with you. You're beautiful. So beautiful. I just don't want to push you or anything." Lips pressed against the empty expanse of the pale skin of her neck.

"You don't have to push me into anything, Derek." Emily whispered. "Until I'm told I can't have sex anymore I want to physically show you how much I love you." She wiggled enough that Derek rested her on the edge of their counter. "I get that I don't look the same as when we were married and before...I get that I probably don't feel the same, taste the same…"

Derek pressed a finger against her lips and stared at her. "Emily, you're beautiful. You were beautiful before we got pregnant, you're even more beautiful now. Alright?" Slowly he pulled his finger back.

"Alright." Her lips curled into a small smile as his hands wrapped around her again.


"Are they moving?"

Emily smiled and took his hand, pressing it against her baby belly. "They're always active after…" She shrugged and slowly moved her hand until she found the spot where she felt one of the babies moving. His eyes lit up and he stared at her.

"Is that?"

Smiling, Emily nodded. "I felt it on the jet but they've been pretty quiet the past couple of days." She explained.

"Which baby is this?" He asked, staring at her in awe.

"Pretty sure this is baby A." Emily said, her hand low on her abdomen. "And up here is baby B." She felt a soft kick on either side of her belly. "I'm not sure if it's a foot, an elbow, or a hand yet."

Derek shook his head, his hand moving slowly on her skin. "Baby, this is…" A tear ran down his cheek.

She smiled softly and shrugged. "It's pretty amazing."

They laid like that, his hand on her stomach until the moments slowed. "We could go again…" He said rolling over and propping himself up on the pillow.

Laughing softly, Emily leaned forward and pecked his lips softly. "You're funny." She said taking the sheet and wrapping it around her body. "Three wasn't enough for you?"

He shrugged, watching as the sheet slipped off his own body as she got off the bed. "Hey, for my beautiful Princess I'd go as many times as you wanted me to. I'd do anything for you."

Emily shook her head with a soft gentle smile on her face. "I know you will, but right now I need to pee, and then maybe take a nap." She joked. Closing the washroom door, he waited until he heard the toilet flush and the sink run before she returned. "You're lucky I don't just lie there and make you do all the work." She said dropping the sheet and pulling on a shirt and a pair of panties.

Derek grinned and got up and pulled on a pair of sweats. "How are you feeling? Like actually?"

Sitting down, Emily shrugged. "Good, all things considered. I mean, I'm tired. Growing two human lives is exhausting. And my hips are stiff. And I have to be honest, I'm going to have to start looking into these things called belly bands. They're like compression bands for pregnant bellies. Though, you're only supposed to wear it for a couple of hours at a time."

He flopped back on the bed and grabbed his phone. "Well, we can order a couple of them and we'll figure things out. Take it off for a few hours, wear it for a few hours." He said with a shrug. "I know it's not good for you to be lying down flat on your back, Stand up, how about I see if I can work out some of those knots."

Getting to her feet, Emily looked over her shoulder as Derek placed his hands on one of her hips. His fingers dug into the flesh making her gasp as he hit a really sore spot. He kept working out the knots on each hip and around her back. His touch lightened, running his fingertips over the ligaments and smoothing the knots in the muscles and ligaments. "Does that feel better?" He asked after a little while, his fingers cramping, but he would keep massaging until he told her to stop.

"Yeah." She rocked her hips and rolled them gently. "A lot."

His hands cupped under her belly and held it up. Relief washed over her as the pain screaming across her back was lessened significantly. "Jesus, can you just follow me around all day and do that?" She asked with a hum. "I didn't realise how heavy this was until you actually carried it."

Derek shrugged and pressed a kiss on the back of her neck. "It's a lot of extra weight all in one place, pulling you forward. Hopefully those belly bands will help." He said not removing his hands. "Or I'll just come up to your office at lunch and give you a quick massage or hold your belly for a while."

He didn't catch her eye roll, but he held her belly for a while until she finally squirmed away. "You okay?"

Emily smiled and kissed her two fingers before pressing them to his lips. "Best I've been all week." Grabbing a pair of sweats, Emily tugged them on. "You're pretty amazing, Derek Morgan." She said softly.

"You're the one who is carrying my babies, and as you and my mother have liked to point out, my heavy big headed babies." He said grabbing a sweater. "You're pretty fucking amazing. And, if I remember correctly, you're planning on having those babies without drugs. Still kind of think that you're insane for thinking of doing that."

Shrugging, she gave him a smile, one of the smiles he was sure she saved for only him. "Like I said, I want to be present for the birth of our children. I want to remember it. I know it's going to hurt, but it's going to be a good hurt and bring so much joy in the end."

Wrapping his arms around from behind her, he buried his head in her hair inhaling deeply. "I am the luckiest man in the world."

"Well luckiest man in the world," Emily said with a smirk. "We're going to have to figure out what we want for a nursery, they can't sleep in our room forever. And names. And start buying things for them or else they're going to be naked baby A and baby B Morgans sleeping in boxes."

He laughed and shook his head. "Okay I get it, Mama. How about we make a list of what we need and want and we can put it up on a registry. Just a heads up that Kristy and Penelope are planning a baby shower for you. I think Kristy is just happy it's not for her this time." Derek leaned forward and pressed a kiss on her head. "But don't tell them I told you, and act surprised."

Emily rolled her eyes and went to the freezer and grabbed the pint of ice cream and a spoon. "Okay, let's start making lists."

Grabbing another spoon Derek took his tablet. Sitting down next to her.

"Funny guy, go get your gross flavoured ice cream." Emily stated, fighting him off with her spoon.

"Cherry Garcia ice cream is a classic." He grumbled getting to his feet.

"Then eat your classic." She replied pulling out a giant spoonful of Chocolate Therapy ice cream. Grinning, she took his tablet and started to look through things. When he returned, she cuddled up next to him. "Our babies are pretty lucky." She whispered softly.

He smiled and took a bite of his ice cream.

Understatement of the century.