"Ow, son of a bitch!" Aaron yanked his hand away from the younger brunette who had been holding him so tight that he couldn't feel his hand anymore.

Emily's labor pains had been going on for over thirteen hours now, her water breaking only four prior, and she was trying to alleviate some of that pain. So her boyfriend had readily given her his hand, but the moment the newest contraction hit her, it was as if she were trying to kill him with her suffocating grip. "I'm so sorry," she cried, the teen's head hitting the pillow behind her as she tried to breathe. "Are you ok?"

The sixteen year old shook his head, quickly letting her take his other hand when he saw her wincing in pain. "I should be asking you that, baby. The pain isn't going down at all?"

"It's worse," she breathed, her breaths labored as she glanced up to the ceiling. "Where's the doctor?"

"He's not here yet."

Emily's face scrunched, her head shaking. "I need more drugs."

The older boy tried not to wince when he saw his girlfriend grow teary eyed, and he leaned forward to kiss her sweaty forehead. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. But the baby is going to be here soon," he smiled. "Doesn't that make it better?"

"No," she huffed out, her face contorting when another contraction hit her.

Bruce Prentiss came back in the room with all the Hotchners, walking up to his granddaughter's bedside. "How are you feeling, pumpkin?"

Emily glared up to the older man. "Just peachy."

"How are we?" the doctor asked, two nurses following him into the room with their hands in gloves. "Feeling any better?"

Emily cried, her hand clutching her boyfriend's. "I need more drugs, please. Please can I have more? These aren't working," she sobbed. "I can feel everything."

The doctor gave the teenager a sympathetic look before checking her dilation.

"Always the same; begging for drugs."

Peter turned in his spot by the door, his eyes immediately hardening on the couple that stood outside the hospital room. "What are you doing here?" he growled, his wife following him out into the hallway. "Who let you up here?"

The older man let his shoulders straighten. "Excuse me? This is our daughter, we're allowed to be here."

Annie stormed over to the desk and slammed her hands down. "We had a protective order on this hospital room, how did they get up here?"

"They had documentation, Mrs. Hotchner," the nurse said shortly. "They're allowed up because the patient is biologically related."

"We gave you names," Annie growled. "Names that were not permitted to be up here."

"I'm very sorry."

Elizabeth tuned out the arguing behind her and kept her eyes on the man who had taken her daughter in. "So? Is the bastard here yet?"

Her husband shrugged. "Maybe it was a stillborn."

"Miscarriage," the other ambassador suggested playfully.

Peter slammed the hospital door closed and forced the two back five steps. "How dare you," he said, his voice scarily calm as Annie found her way back to his side. "Emily is no longer your daughter and you have no right to be here. She is ours, just as this baby will be. When they're born, I will be sure to let you personally know that your rights to Emily and the baby are terminated."

"Unless we get the baby."

"You won't be getting this baby," Annie glared. "The judge will be seeing us later in the week and will see how amazing a mother Emily is. Neither of you deserve the gorgeous girl you've had nor do you deserve this baby."

Emily raised her legs and held them to her chest as the doctor got himself ready. "Where are they?" she sighed.

Aaron kept his little brother away from the bed, knowing he wouldn't want to be seeing what was about to happen. "They're just outside, they'll be back in a minute, ok? I promise."

"AARON!"

The sixteen year old's eyes widened at the yell and quickly sat beside his girlfriend on the bed. "It's ok, you're ok." He sent a panicked look to the door when Emily's grandfather made his way outside, hearing the commotion. Where had his parents gone?