We had just finished briefing a case when JJ spoke to me, "Changed your mind, huh?"

"What?" I looked at her. She motioned to the engagement ring. "Oh, yeah. I refuse to be a single mother."

"…So you're marrying him for the sole reason of not wanting to be a single mother?" She raised her eyebrows at me.

Of course that wasn't the only reason. I loved him and I fully intended on being with him for the rest of my life, married or not. Accepting his proposal wouldn't have been my first choice for the reason that I didn't care about it, but he did, so that is what we would do.
"No." I took my file and stood. I didn't want to talk about it anymore, mostly because she sounded almost disgusted in her words. I didn't want anyone on the team thinking that I was just marrying him for personal gain; that wasn't me.

When we got on the plane, JJ started asking questions. When were we going to marry, were we going to have a big wedding, small wedding, or just a courthouse wedding, etc.
Each time she asked a new question, my answer was always "I don't know yet" because I didn't. After he proposed, we spent the night and then the rest of the weekend together in bed. I was actually extremely sore from all the sex.
We hadn't discussed anything else, and now were leaving for North Dakota and Mick was at home, not called out today.

After a while into the flight, I saw that the guys were distracted by files or books, and Morgan by music. I looked at JJ at my side and spoke quietly to try and keep the conversation private, "I'm not just marrying him for the baby," I started. She looked at me and waited for me to continue, "I do love him. I didn't want to get married because I don't necessarily believe in it, and it's not important to me. It is important to Mick and he does believe in it, so I'm marrying him because of that. Because he wants that."

"I just don't want you to marry him, just to get a divorce in a year's time. You need to be sure."

"I am." I assured with a nod.

She smiled and nodded, "Okay…then congratulations!" She exclaimed loudly and hugged me. It drew the attention of the guys who watched us silently. "I better be in your bridal party."

"You can be my maid of honour." We weren't whispering anymore.

"What about Garcia?" Reid asked.

"I don't really want a pink, sparkly, crazy wedding." I shook my head. I pictured the kind of over-the-top, colourful wedding that Garcia would organise. I cringed at the thought. I just wanted something simple and small.

When we got home from the case, I went inside only to grab the files that needed to be done asap, and then took them home to complete over the weekend. I was exhausted; I felt like a hadn't slept at all this week. We got a few hours every night, but never enough.
I planned to do housework, laundry, grocery shopping etc. tomorrow, and then spend the rest of the weekend doing absolutely nothing until Monday.

When I walked in my front door, I heard the TV on and I reached for my gun. I wasn't sure why I was shocked to see Mick here. "Hey." I unclipped my holster and put it away, keeping my gun to take upstairs to the safe. I looked around as I approached him and kissed his cheek. The place had been cleaned, freshly vacuumed, the kitchen spotless. My apartment was never messy, I was a clean person and I hated living in any environment that wasn't pristine, but a cup or mug in the sink, a bit of cat fur on the carpet until I got home to vacuum, wasn't unusual. "You cleaned."

"Yeah, we had a half day today and I got bored. I heard you were coming home today so I came here and cleaned up for you. I also did your laundry; the clothes are folded on the bed. I didn't want to put those away for you and risk putting something in the wrong place."

I stared at him for a second before I smiled, "Thank you."

"That's okay. You have a lot of lingerie. It was fun."

I sighed, "Yeah, you're not getting anything from me tonight, sorry." I kissed his cheek again and then grabbed my gun to take upstairs.
I locked it in the safe beside his, and then I stripped and grabbed my bathrobe. I showered for a long while until I finally got out, and then I went and laid down in bed.

Just as I was about to drift to sleep, I heard the door open, "Aren't you hungry?"

"No." I answered in a sleepy voice. I rolled over and pulled the duvet up to cover my head.

I heard his footsteps and then felt his weight on the bed. He pulled the blanket away from my face, "Are you okay, love?"

"I'm just really tired. I feel like I haven't slept in a week."

"Rough case?"

"Not any rougher than they usually are. I just can't sleep because I feel sick, and I'm not eating much because everything makes me sick…and I'm tired of being sick."

He leant over and kissed my temple before he took the blanket back over my head, and he left the room quietly.

I woke three hours later when I heard him in the ensuite. I checked my phone for messages, only one of a photo of Henry, and then I put my phone on charge and back on the nightstand. Mick came back in the and smiled when he saw me awake. "How are you feeling?"

"Not overly nauseous now. Bit of a headache." I smiled back. He pointed to my nightstand and I looked to see a water bottler there. I hadn't noticed it when I grabbed my phone. I sipped the water and smiled when he kissed my cheek, now laying beside me on the bed. "Thank you. You're too good for me."

"Nonsense," He shook his head. I placed a soft, long kiss to his lips. "Am I still not getting anything tonight?"

"Yeah, no. Sorry. The best I can do is cuddle." I tied my hair up before he turned his lamp out. He repositioned himself comfortably and held his arm out for me to snuggle up to his side. I lay my head on his shoulder and put my arm over his abdomen, my legs moving to tangle with his. He kissed my temple and I smiled against his skin. "I love you."

"I love you too, love. Good night."

I woke up in the early morning and spent almost an hour over the toilet, alternating between vomiting and blowing my nose. I should have prepared to have the worst luck with this. I remember JJ having nausea for only a few of the early weeks, and then she was better. She still lived off saltine crackers for a while, but that was just precaution.
I just knew this would last twice as long as JJ, maybe even the whole time.

When I finally felt like I was finished, I got up and brushed my teeth, cleaned my face, and let my hair down. I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked exhausted.

I left the ensuite and found the bed empty. I could hear noise in the kitchen downstairs, so I wrapped my bathrobe around me and made my way downstairs. When I reached the open space, I saw Mick placing two pieces of buttered toast on a plate beside a glass of water, a glass of orange juice, and a mug of coffee. I smiled as I walked over and sat at the counter island in front of the plate. "Thank you. You didn't need to do that."

He smiled and stood across from me, eating his own slice of toast, although his had jam spread on it. I tore a small piece of toast and ate it slowly, but I didn't want the rest. He sighed, "I know you don't feel well, but you're dehydrated," He motioned to the three liquids, "and you need to eat for both you and the baby. Please just try to have as much as you can."

I nodded and tore another piece. "Did you know that Americans don't usually butter their toast?" I looked at him again.

He gave me a strange look, "…Really?"

"Yeah, like they'll put a spread on, but they don't usually put butter on underneath."

"Do you want me to make you more and leave it unbuttered?" He went to get up.

I put my hand on his arm and he sat back again, "No, honey. I don't really consider myself American," I raised my eyebrows.
I finished one slice of toast and about a quarter of the other before I needed to stop. I didn't drink any more coffee either, but I drank the rest of the water and all the juice, gradually.
We moved to the couch and Mick chose a movie on Netflix and I snuggled up to him. He pulled the blanket down from the back of the couch and threw it over me, tucking it around me. I smiled and thanked him quietly as the movie started.

We didn't usually spend our weekends like this. We usually spent them doing paperwork, housework, and running errands. Since he had already completed my required housework, I let myself relax. I didn't have any errands that needed to be done, and the paperwork could wait a little while.

As the movie played, I let my mind wonder to how my life will be this time next year. I will have a baby, I probably won't be working, or at least not travelling on cases yet. I wouldn't need the weekend to do everything, because I would probably have the whole week.
We could spend our weekends together, with our baby, like a normal family. Well…as close to normal as a career like ours would allow on Mick's side.

I knew that a lot of this pregnancy near the end and the parenting of a newborn I would be doing largely alone. I dreaded the day the baby would scream for hours, and I had no one to call for help. Lots of people had parents in that scenario, however my mother travelled just as much as Mick, and for longer periods of time.

I then realised that I haven't even told her. I should probably call her this weekend, although it wasn't a particularly appealing idea. I don't think I could stand the accusations she would throw at me. She wasn't exactly the grandparent type. Hell, she wasn't the parent type.

Mick's phone began to ring and pulled me out of my thoughts. I sat up so he could get it and I paused the movie. I couldn't hear him across the room, but he returned to me quickly. "Not a case, just Gina wanting to get lunch. I said no."

"You can go to lunch if you want to." I tilted my head.

"I want to spend my weekend with my fiancé." He kissed me then. I smiled and kissed him back, and then we resumed our spot on the couch to finish the movie.

This is all the chapters I have written up.

This story excited me in the beginning and I had plans for a lot of chapters, but I lost the interest and there was no motivation to continue writing it anymore.
I have started another story that does have my interest.

-Axx