Andrew flew back into DC the morning of the last Saturday in July. We spent most of the morning and early afternoon packing the last of my things into boxes. The movers come on Tuesday, and as soon as we see them off, Andrew and I will be flying back to Denver together.

It's hot in the condo, and as we're setting aside boxes of kitchen ware to donate, Andrew peels off his shirt, leaving him in nothing but a pair of jeans. He looks sexy. His creamy mocha skin tanned a few shades darker from the summer sun, slightly slicked with sweat, arm muscles flexing as he lifts a box off the kitchen island to clear space for another box to be packed.

"Something catch your eye?" I can hear the smirk in his voice and look up to meet his amused eyes.

"Mmm, indeed." I make my way over to him, running my hands up his chest before wrapping them around his neck. "I've missed you these past few weeks."

"I've missed you, too." He says, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me as close as my little bump will allow.

"So how about…" I plant a kiss on his neck "you show me…" his jaw, "just how much." I finish, capturing his lips in a kiss. He moans, one hand immediately coming up to tangle in my hair, puller me deeper. Mouths open eagerly, our tongues tangling in a familiar dance as we savor the taste of each other. I can't help the whimper that escapes as he bites gently at my lower lip.

I release my hands from around his neck, dropping them to his pants and deftly undoing the button. Once his pants are lost, I dip a hand into his boxers, fingers wrapping around his stiff cock and pumping slowly. He pulls his lips away at that, releasing a low groan. "Fuck, babe."

"That's what I'm trying to do." I whisper huskily into his ear.

Running his hands down my back, Andrew grips the sides of my sundress and I momentarily raise my hands above my head so he can pull it off. He groans again as he takes in the sight of me in a navy lace bra and thong. "God, you're gorgeous." Scooping me up bridal style, he carries me into the bedroom, depositing me on the bed and the rest of our clothes are quickly lost.

Andrew hovers above me, our lips locked in a frenzy, and I can feel him hard against my hot, wet center. Tired of waiting I reach down and position him, wrapping my legs around his hips and pushing them forward. He doesn't hesitate, eagerly picks up a hard, fast pace that has us both gasping. I loop my arms underneath his, fingers gripping tightly onto his shoulders.

"God, you feel amazing." I gasp out on a breath.

"Are you close?"

"Uh huh, so close." I mutter against his shoulder.

He reaches a hand down and finds my clit, running two fingers down along each side of it a few times before finally putting pressure on it with his thumb and I'm soaring. Andrew swallows my scream, capturing my mouth in a hard kiss as he continues pumping inside, on the verge of orgasm himself. Coming down from my high, I pull back and whisper into the space between our lips. "Let go, babe. Come for me." Less than half a dozen thrusts later, he does, collapsing to the side so as not to crush me.

I turn, curling up against him as he wraps an arm around me, dropping a kiss to my forehead. "That was quite the welcome break from packing."

"I've needed you so bad these past few weeks. Not that it's all about sex, but I've felt like a horny teenager." He laughs at that, and I slap his chest playfully. "It's not funny, these pregnancy hormones are no joke."

"Well, I'm happy to oblige anytime."

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Sunday evening, Rossi hosted a sort of going away party. The evening was full of laughter, hugs, tears, and many, many gifts. Garcia explained that everything was gender neutral, as we didn't yet know what we were having. JJ assured me that simply meant there would be a whole new batch of gifts if and when we did find out.

As the evening wound down, I snuck inside for a moment to regain my composure. Setting my glass of sparkling cider on the kitchen counter, I took in the scene outside through the window. Andrew and Spencer were chasing all the big kids around the yard, JJ and Penelope seated by Kristy, admiring her newest daughter, and Alvez, Matt and Will were all off to the side laughing about something or other.

Just as I was looking around the back for Rossi, I heard footsteps coming around the corner and turn to see him there. "I should've known you would follow me."

He smiles, coming to stand next to me. "Nervous about the move?"

"A bit. I'm ready to be done with the long-distance thing and I'm mostly excited about the baby, but it's all such a big adjustment. I've been dedicated to life as an agent in some form or another for the past two decades. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself for the next few months."

"Andrew said you were taking some time off."

"Yeah, it just makes sense. I'd be going on maternity leave in 4-5 months anyhow, it'll give me some time to get settled."

"Well, you've been positively glowing tonight. You're going to be a great mother, Emily."

"Thank you. And thank you for tonight, it was really great to have one last night with everyone."

"It was my pleasure. I have one more surprise for you before you go." Reaching into his jacket, he pulls out a piece of paper and hands it over.

Unfolding it to reveal a picture of a mansion sized log house, I am more than a little confused.

"It's in Breckenridge, which is just over an hour away from Denver. I decided to buy it and rent it out, but that also means I can use it for myself when I want. Penelope, JJ and I are already making plans to spend Christmas there. We're waiting to hear back from Derek on whether he and the family can join as well, or if they're going to Chicago."

My jaw drops, tears forming in my eyes. "You guys are coming for Christmas?" I'm not sure what possible explanation I was expecting, but that wasn't it.

"I know that's less than a month after your due date, so we'll understand if you and Andrew don't want to come stay with a newborn, but even if that's the case we'll be close enough to come visit and Keely is welcome to join us regardless. Surprisingly for a Louisiana native, Will is a master skier and he's offered to teach us all the ropes."

"David Rossi, one of these days your extravagance will stop rendering me speechless."

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Monday morning, Andrew and I attended my second OB appointment together. When the doctor confirmed that the blood tests that I'd gone in for the previous week and the ultrasound showed no signs of anatomic or chromosomal abnormalities, I released a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. Yet again, I was in awe at the sight of our baby moving on the monitor and the sound of the heartbeat, strong and healthy.

When the doctor asked if we wanted to know the gender, I immediately said yes. Andrew laughed at my eager response. He knew that I hated surprises and that the thought waiting until birth to find out was not one that I was willing to even consider.

Climbing into the car after leaving the appointment, we were both still reveling in the newfound information about our baby. Andrew reached his hand across the console, finding mine and linking our fingers together. "A girl." He whispered.

"A girl." I smiled, meeting his eyes. "You ready to be outnumbered 3 to 1?"

"Absolutely."