She could barely breathe.
Emily had been taken back to her new home by the family that had taken her in and had cried in her boyfriend's arms for what seemed like days, the parents and younger Hotchner child leaving them there and going off to dinner by themselves to give the soon-to-be parents some time to themselves.
And the sixteen year old had immediately gotten her boyfriend into bed.
She took all of her frustrations out on him when she had thrown him down, the ambassador's daughter who never liked anything other then gentle lovemaking thrusting and biting and taking control when she would leave all of that up to her boyfriend.
Emily had dug her nails into his skin and had drawn blood, her teeth sinking into his collarbone when she felt him cum underneath her.
Now she lay on her side, Aaron snuggling up behind her with his arms wrapped around her.
She was crying again.
"What are we supposed to do?" she whispered pathetically, holding onto her boyfriend's arms as they tightened around her. "This is our baby, Aaron. It's ours, not theirs. How could they do this to me?"
Aaron pressed a kiss to the sixteen year old's cheek, his hand coming up to move the hair from Emily's face. "They're not good people, Em."
She turned in his arms, letting Aaron tower above her as she lie on her back. "I want to keep our baby."
"We're going to," he said sternly. "This is our child and our lives, and we're going to keep them until they're off to college and embarrassed of us."
Emily tried to smile as she sniffled, letting the tips of her fingers trail along her boyfriend's arm. "Do you really think we can be parents?" she asked, her eyes bright and hopeful as she looked up to the older boy.
Aaron leaned down and smiled as they kissed. "I do."
"We're not even out of high school yet."
"We're both on track to graduate early, we're both planning on going to the college in the city and my mom, who stays home already, said she'd love to watch the baby when we're both in school."
Emily slowly nodded her head, nibbling into her bottom lip when Aaron kissed down her neck. "Our baby is going to be amazing," she whispered, smiling up to the ceiling as she turned to push her chest against her boyfriend's. "I love you so much." Kissing his lips, the ambassador's daughter set her forehead against the older boy's. "We're going to be amazing parents."
"You're going to be the best mother," he whispered back, smiling back to his girlfriend.
Setting her hand to his bare chest, the teenage girl glance down to her stomach. "I was thinking when we left the Embassy, I can use some of the money for a lawyer. My parents actually lost a case against a dignitary a few years ago and I know the lawyer who beat them. Maybe we can win." With this thought that had been brewing growing more powerful, the sixteen year old sitting up in her bed, she became more hopeful. "We can keep our baby."
Aaron tried his best to look as serious as he could. "Baby, we were never going to lose them," he whispered, hugging her close.
...
Looking up from the telephone she had put on speaker because her husband was in the room, Elizabeth paused her conference call. "Benjamin, I'm in the middle of something."
The older man shook his head. "Someone is here to see you, madam."
Elizabeth frowned, watching a man in a suit walk into her study. "Do I know you?"
"Anthony Imperioli," the handsome man grinned, slipping the envelope he was carrying onto the desk before putting his hands together. "I must say, I am very disgusted with the both of you."
Charles stood from his seat. "Benjamin, get this man out of our sight."
"Kicking out your own daughter and then trying to steal her baby out from under her?" The Italian man tilted his head as a smile appeared on his face. "Some parenting. And you think you're ready for another try?"
"Out of here, now," the woman in the room ordered.
Anthony shrugged. "As long as you know," he winked, "you've been served."