"I noticed."
"Mommy," Henry whined, squirming around in his chair. "I'm not hungry."
JJ rolled her eyes knowing full well that he'd be asking for a snack in fifteen minutes whether or not he ate his dinner. "Okay, just eat half, please?" she bargained.
Henry stared down at the hotdog on his plate distastefully. "The bun too?"
"Yes, the bun too." JJ confirmed.
Henry groaned but dutifully took a bite of his food, making a great show of the effort he was using to chew and swallow. "Momem!" he shouted around a mouthful of hotdog when they heard the front door open and close. He started to bolt out of his chair but was stopped by the stern look on JJ's face.
"Hotdog first." She reminded him. "Hey, babe." She said as Emily strode into the dining room, smiling as Emily kissed the top of Henry's head. "How was dinner with PG?"
"Great!" Emily replied. If JJ hadn't known Emily as well as she did, she wouldn't have caught the nervous tone to her voice, but she did and she had. Emily cleared her throat at JJ's inquisitive look. She knew she wasn't going to get away with this much longer; she'd gone out to dinner with Garcia six times in the last two weeks. She offered her girlfriend a tight smile and turned on her heel to go into the kitchen.
Emily got a glass from the cabinet and filled it with cold water from the fridge and sighed. This was definitely not going to fly for very much longer, but she just couldn't settle on the best way to pop the question and it was getting harder to keep JJ from what she was planning. Emily jumped at the sound of JJ's voice behind her.
"Are you okay?" JJ asked.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Emily said, setting her half-empty glass on the counter and pulled JJ towards her by the belt loops on her jeans.
JJ shrugged and looked away from Emily's prying gaze. "It's just, you've been a little…weird lately?"
"Weird?"
"I noticed."
Emily smiled and kissed JJ's forehead. "It's just, I'm working on something important."
JJ tilted her head slightly. "Care to share?"
Emily grinned. "Soon."