The early morning bustle encircled her with FBI agents chatting away and swiftly making their ways to their respective floors. However, none of that was registered by Emily Prentiss. She walked slowly across the foyer of the building towards the elevator, lost in her own happy little world. A relatively new world that came complete with her very own little human. Emily was solely focused on the bundle of warmth cuddled up against her chest as she reached for the elevator button and pressed. That bundle of warmth was a week old today and stealing the hearts of those all around her, most of all her parents. Every morning Emily and Andrew would wake up and waste no time moving across the room to where their little girl lay. They just couldn't wait to see her each morning. Even if they had spent the previous night being continuously woken by her cries. Amelia had changed their life in a way they never thought possible. Once by her crib, the gushing parents would watch over her for a few minutes before the day started. The two unable to suppress their large smiles as their new daughter slept in her wooden crib fitted with a bunny patterned cotton sheet. It was a present from Garcia, who had stopped at nothing to ensure that the little girl got the best of everything, including premium organic cotton linen with a hefty price tag.

Amelia was a happy baby. She cried for feeds and demanded attention like all newborns but she had an inquisitive and peaceful nature to her. At least that is what the nurse who helped delivered her said. Though Emily wondered if she said that to all new parents. The baby girl was unbothered as the elevator door closed and started to lift, simply opening her big brown eyes towards her mother. Emily smiled back at her daughter, gently wiping away the bubbles that had formed around her mouth. Part of her missed having Amelia inside of her. Emily had to admit that she felt somewhat empty after she was born. Not a sad empty. She loved having her daughter in the world with her but Emily had grown to love being pregnant and missed it. Her daughter's movements from within would ease any worries Emily had in an instant, anchoring her to the present moment and filling her heart with love. As the elevator travelled up the building, Emily's mind wondered back to the days leading up to Amelia's birth. In the last few weeks of her pregnancy, the baby had become less active, which had concerned Emily at first but her obstetrician had told her that it was very normal as the baby grew to be full term. There was limited space in there after all. In the morning before her labour properly began, Emily's mind was a frenzy of excitement mixed with anxiety about what the future would bring.

Where they ready to be parents? Would her baby love her? Was she going to be a good mom?

Memories of her own childhood amplified her worries. Emily had no doubts that her own mother loved her very much but Elizabeth had always been career-focused and somewhat absent. She still was.

Was she about to make the same mistakes?

Amelia must have sensed her mother's unease and began to wriggle around. While it was a magical feeling, Emily thought it looked almost alien as she watched the baby-sized lump protruding from her stomach shift from one side to the other. Slightly alarmed, Emily had smoothed her hand over her large bump in an attempt to settle the unborn child when a tiny foot pressed against her palm as if to let her know everything was going to be okay. From that moment on, Emily knew that no matter what the world threw at her, with her daughter she could face anything. Now out and safe in her mother's loving arms, Amelia kicked her little foot against Emily's stomach once again snapping Emily's mind back to the present.

There was a ding and the elevator door opened to reveal the BAU. Emily stepped out feeling a little more self-conscious than she thought she would. The team had already seen the new family at the hospital when they arrived shortly after Amelia's birth, flowers, balloons and presents in hand. However, this was the first time Emily had been in the building since she had left on maternity leave all those months ago. Actually, it was the first time that she had properly left the house in a week, minus some short walks around the neighborhood with Andrew and the baby. This morning had consisted of her mainly agonizing over what to wear. Nothing felt right. She didn't want to turn up in the track pant and singlet combo that she had been living in for the last week. New mom or not, this was the FBI and while she wasn't here to work she still wanted to look somewhat presentable. Especially in front of the agents not directly on her team.

Settling on a casual-professional look that was slanted far more towards the casual side, Prentiss walked through the bullpen wearing a breastfeeding-friendly navy blue top with a grey cardigan and black pants made from comfortable stretchy cotton. Wrapped over her shoulders was a baby sling holding her daughter who was sporting a simple but adorable pink onesie and matching beanie. Her classic Prentiss style black ankle boots clicked against the floor as she tried to locate any of the team in the bullpen to no avail. It was still early in the morning and there were few agents around who she shared brief smiles with as she passed by but none of her direct team. Finally, she caught a glimpse of them in the round room. Emily suddenly wished Andrew was here with her, the proud father had wanted to come and show off his new daughter but even on paternity leave he had to visit his office this morning to collect some paperwork. Despite this, Emily and Andrew had been extremely glad that they had gotten a week of uninterrupted family time together. A rarity when it came to the nature of their FBI jobs where you were never fully off duty. For the past week, it had pretty much been just the three of them and it was wonderful.

An excited gasp from Penelope Garcia was heard as the blonde noticed mother and baby making their way up the stairs. Emily immediately felt at home as she entered the room to be met with seven huge smiles ready to obsess over the baby in her arms.

"Oh my god you're here! She's here!" Garcia practically squealed at the sight of the baby which she had aptly nicknamed 'mini Em' but quickly contained her excitement at the thought of upsetting the week-old girl. Amelia, however, was unfazed by the animated woman decked out in a sparkly blue dress gushing over her.

Garcia was right to call Amelia a mini Emily. The girl had been born with a full head of raven black hair and dark brown eyes with long eyelashes that would pull at anyone's heart. Everyone agreed that Amelia was extremely cute for a newborn that had just spent the last nine months cramped in her mother's stomach.

"She's changed so much since I last saw her." JJ spoke as she approached the baby and gently stroked the girl's face who responded with a determined yawn.

"I know, I can't believe it's been a week already" Emily couldn't help but smile as she looked down at her baby daughter. The girl was wide awake and watching her mother's face closely for comfort in this new environment. Noticing her little girls face starting to scrunch up, Emily placed a finger in her daughter's mouth allowing the child to latch on and suck which appeared to calm her.

"The first few weeks are always a bit of a blur but they were some of the most special weeks of my life." JJ replied, fondly remembering when her babies were the same size as Amelia. While she and Will had decided against any further children, feeling that their family was complete, she couldn't deny that she missed having a baby around the house.

"You're looking really well too." JJ beamed at her friend, she was ecstatic that Emily now got to experience motherhood. Something the blonde profiler new her friend has always yearned for. She remembered back to the conversation she and Emily had had on the jet all those years ago. JJ had always seen the potential of Emily as a mother and she was right. Motherhood suited Emily Prentiss well.

"Who wants to a have a hold?" Emily questioned as she began maneuvering Amelia out of her sling. Garcia quickly offered to be the first and before she knew it, the delicate girl had been carefully placed in her arms. While never feeling a need for children of her own, Penelope loved babies and happily took the role of aunty, relishing in spoiling all her children.

Baby Amelia cooed as she was passed around her BAU family, taking an intense interest in all of them with her wide eyes. Emily wasn't quite sure what her daughter was so interested in considering babies at that age could only see contrast but nonetheless Amelia seemed content. Though by the time she got around to Rossi, Amelia had started fuss a little as she squirmed in the older man's arms. With her tiny arms and legs flailing about, the rest of the team all shared a laugh at Rossi's expense, joking that the little girl wasn't a fan. Though Emily suspected it was more about her feeding time fast approaching. Emily took her daughter back into her arms where she settled down immediately upon contact with her mother's familiar skin. The team talked for a while longer, filling Prentiss in on the current FBI workplace gossip as she gently rocked her baby girl in her arms.

For once in Emily's life, everything was perfect.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I apologize for any spelling/grammatical errors. I intend to keep writing these little one-shots (hopefully they are not too awful) and updating when I can.

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