The next two weeks I spent mostly quiet and down. On top of being upset over Mick, it seemed I now had a stomach bug, too.

Hotch sent me to the hotel on the last night of our last case. He said I looked like I was going to be sick, and then I proceeded to vomit throughout the night. Now I was vomiting at least three times a day.
I was hungry, but no food looked or smelt good. In fact, the smell of most foods was causing me to vomit more.

When I hit the third week, I couldn't deal with it anymore. Any stomach bug that lasts more than two weeks requires a doctor. I booked an appointment and attending fully expecting to be prescribed over-the-counter medication and rest.
That wasn't exactly how it turned out.

I called JJ on my way back to the precinct and asked her to meet me in the garage. I parked and headed towards the elevator where she stood on her phone. I was holding the file the doctor gave me to hand to Hotch.

I approached her and she locked her phone when she noticed me. "Are you okay?"

"No," I shook my head, "Fourteen weeks."

"What?" She asked, confused.

"I am fourteen weeks."

"…Pregnant?" I saw her eyes light up. I nodded and she hugged me tightly. "How exciting!" I tensed as she hugged me, and she let go quickly. "Emily—"

"How am I supposed to tell him?" I cut her off. "How am I supposed to go to Mick and say "hey, you know how I didn't want to marry you or have kids? I'm pregnant!" No. This wasn't supposed to happen. I was careful."

"Pill isn't one hundred percent, you know that." Her phone buzzed then at the same time as mine. We both looked at the text from Hotch asking when we would be back for the case debrief.

I walked past her and we headed up to the sixth floor. The others were already in the conference room. We joined them and I apologized quietly. I set my medical file down on the table in front of me and then put the case file on top, opening it.
The debrief took an hour and then we were dismissed.

I slid the medical file across the table to Hotch. He gave me a questioning look as he picked it up and opened it. I watched his eyes skim over the words before he looked at me and raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah." Was all I said, quietly. I took my case file and left the room. I sat at my desk and started on the field report that needed to be done sooner rather than later.

I could hear Garcia trying to get the gossip out of JJ as they walked down to the bullpen. JJ refused, explaining that this was not her news to share. Morgan tried to convince her, but she stood her ground. I spun my chair around when I knew they were close enough and looked at Garcia and Morgan. Reid walked past them and to his desk. "What was that file you gave to Hotch?" Morgan asked me.

"A medical file, I won't be in the field for a long while."

"What? Why?" He sat down at his desk across from me and held eye contact.

I snickered to myself and looked down at the carpet between us. I knew Reid was quiet because he was listening, and Garcia and Morgan were awaiting my reasoning. "I am pregnant." I said quietly. Garcia squealed, and I hushed her quickly, "Can you keep it down!"

"Please tell me it's not mine," Morgan asked with wide eyes. I shook my head. "Mick's, then. How'd he take it?"

"I haven't told him yet, which is why I need you to keep your mouths shut." I looked at Garcia again.

"…How are you going to tell him?" Reid asked from his desk.

I shook my head, "I have no idea."

I asked Garcia to check their status, and they weren't on a case.
I went home after work. I showered and tried to build up the courage to go over there.

I didn't get it.

It took me two more days and constant nagging from my team to get me here tonight. I stood at his door and took a deep breath. I knocked and prayed he wasn't home. The door opened and he looked shocked to see me. "Emily…"

"Hey." My voice was a whisper.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes and no." I nodded. I saw him glance behind him and hesitate. "You have a girl here. I can come back."

"Why are you here at all?" The words stung, but I knew he meant it as a genuine question.

"I need to talk to you about something, preferably sooner rather than later. I'll go home and you text me when you're not busy."

"No, it's okay. She was just leaving anyway," He turned when he heard the bathroom door open and we both saw her walk out. She smiled at me before kissing his cheek and walking out past me. "…One night stand." He explained awkwardly.

"A one night stand at seven pm on a Thursday?" I walked in when he motioned for me to.

"Well, a booty call then. Not that it really matters…" He looked at me, "What's going on?"

"Sit." I motioned to the couch and sat down. I wasn't sure how to tell him about this. A simple "you're going to be a dad!" wouldn't cut it. I wasn't sure how he'd react. Sure, he wanted kids, but we weren't together. I didn't know how he felt about co-parenting.
He sat on the couch to my right and I smiled when I met his eyes. He looked tired, but good. He looked like he was handling the breakup better than me.
I went to speak again, but another thought stopped me. What if he thought I was lying and only telling him this so he would come back to me? What if he thought it wasn't even his? Realistically, I knew that he knew I never would have cheated on him, but when tensions are high and news in unexpected, thoughts don't run so clear.

"Mick, I just want to apologise. I should have discussed the future with you before we got that far. I knew you wanted kids and to be married, and I neglected to say anything because I was afraid of losing you."

"You came here to apologise?"

"No," I looked down, "I came here to tell you something. Something that is not easy for me to get out," I took a deep breath and looked at him, "Mick, I'm pregnant."

"Your…" He was speechless. I could see the surprise across his features. His eyes swimming in shock.

"I'm sorry." I shook my head.

"Sorry? Why are you apologising?" He smiled, "Wait…you're not going to…"

"Abort? No. The thought crossed my mind, but I couldn't do that to you. I found out on Tuesday. I'm fourteen weeks along, I'm out of the field.
"I'm sorry because I told you no, and now I'm here dropping this bombshell on you, and now we have to co-parent when you so clearly want nothing to do with me."

"No Emily, I want everything to do with you. It's just been too hard to see or speak to you knowing that I couldn't have you," He nodded, "But…we're going to have a baby. And if it's anything like its mother, it's going to be gorgeous." I could see the tears in his eyes, and one fell. He wiped it away and stood, pulling me up. He hugged me tightly and I reciprocated just as tight. "Emily?"

"Yes?" I asked as we parted.

"I beg of you to reconsider," He walked across the room quickly and removed the jewellery box from one of the kitchen drawers. He returned and opened it, "Please?"

I took in a breath and looked at him, "These past few weeks with you gone have been some of the hardest weeks I've had to deal with. I used to enjoy being alone and you just…ruined that for me," I laughed lightly through my tears, "I think that you were right when you asked what I had to lose. It isn't important to me but it is to you, and you are important to me. So yes, Mick. I will marry you." I smiled.

His eyes lit up bright, his smile wide and contagious. He took the ring out and slipped it onto my finger before kissing me, gently at first, and then again hard. We couldn't stop with one kiss. He backed me up until I hit the wall. He pushed me against it with one arm braced against the wall the other in my hair. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip and I parted my lips for him. I pushed him back after a couple of seconds.

"What?" He asked.

"…You taste like her…" I said awkwardly, not meeting his eyes. He cursed to himself quietly as he turned and walked away to the bathroom. I heard him brush his teeth and then the cap of a mouthwash bottle. I sat down on the couch to wait. "This is bigger than your last place." I said as he came back into the room.

"You say the word and I'll break the lease and come back," He sat beside me and kissed me, "Better?"

"Minty fresh." I joked and kissed him again. I felt him smile against my lips and he pushed me gently to lay down on the couch. He climbed over me and looked into my eyes for a few seconds before he kissed me ever so gently. I lifted my head to stop him pulling away, but his hand in my hair pulled my head back down to the couch. He trailed feather-like kisses across to my ear and then down my neck. I whined when his hand caressed my breast but only grazed across my nipple. "Please?" I asked him as he kissed me softly again.

He shook his head, "Today you accepted my proposal. I'm going to make love you to like you've never had before." He lifted me easily. I wrapped my legs around him and he carried me to his bedroom. He stopped at the door for a second and looked at me. He put me down and walked to the bed, "…In two seconds when I'm done changing the bed." I broke into laughter and leant against the wall as he quickly stripped the bed and got a clean set of sheets out. He replaced the duvet cover, all in record time. Then he approached me again and kissed me softly again. "Start again."
He pulled my shirt over my head as he pushed me back to the bed. I dropped onto it and he moved over me, kissing down my neck again gently.

I unzipped his jeans and slipped my hand past the waistband of his underwear and felt him. He was already good to go. I wrapped my hand around him and he jerked involuntarily, a low growl in the back of his throat. "Stop." He whispered in my ear before running his tongue along the shell. I felt his hand grab my wrist and pull my hand away.

I lifted his shirt over his head and he moved to unbutton and remove my jeans. He made quick work getting them off and then moved down to in between my legs. I ran my hand through his hair as sighed.

Judging by how gentle and slow he was going, this was going to be a long night.