I'm sorry about not updating yesterday. I was having some computer issues.


Four

Filled with love and life and grand illusion,
I knew you'd understand

-Vanessa Carlton

The next day Emily and Derek left Lizi with Emily's mother and drove an hour outside of Rome to a small village that had a farmer's market on Saturday's.

"How do you know about this place?" Derek asked as they turned into the village.

"On weekends John, Matthew, Jenny and I used to come out here and well, we'd reap havoc." She smiled.

"What did you do?" He asked.

"Small things mostly, Jenny liked making cans of soda explode, she'd bring a bunch with her, and then put candy in them and run, they'd explode and soak everyone, she always did it in a quick sequence. John and her were the two big trouble makers, though I could get pretty bad myself, Matthew came more because he wanted something to do." She smiled.

"These people must hate you." Derek chuckled.

"Oh they did." She laughed, stepping out of the car. "They grow some of the best grapes in Italy though."

"Oh do they? Do they make the best wine?" He raised his eyebrows

"I don't know about the best but it is good wine, and by the way don't ask me how I know that." She leaned against him as they walked. It had been a long time since they'd been alone even for an hour. If she remembered correctly the last time they'd been alone was in April, when Garcia had taken Lizi for the night and she and Derek had spent the night relaxing.

"Emi?" Derek asked looking down at her.

"Yeah?" She smiled, looking up at him.

"You still haven't decided on a nursery plan, or even color." He smiled.

"Well I was thinking we could go with a light purple for the walls and a dark wood for the crib and changing table." She smiled, resting one hand on her stomach.

"Are we going to move the rocking chair from Lizi's room?" He asked.

"Yeah we don't need a new one, she'll be fine. I do wish she was out of the crib but it can't be helped." Emily sighed as they walked through the farmer's market.

"Do you think Elizabeth will handle the new baby alright?" Derek asked.

"I hope so." Emily whispered, in truth that had been on her mind for six months, and ever since month three when, she'd started showing she'd noticed her daughter getting more and more clingy to her. "You know we can't call her 'baby' forever."

"I know, so we're not calling her Sophia or Chloe, what are we going to call her?" He asked.

"Well I named Elizabeth because of when she was born." Emily said.

"What do you mean?" Derek frowned.

"When I went into labor with her the London Interpol Office was briefing the queen and I felt the first contraction, I didn't say anything because I didn't think it was anything, ten minutes later another one, and every ten minutes after that for an hour. Finally Gabriel stopped the meeting and asked me if I was okay…" Emily said as she disappeared into a flashback.

"Emily are you okay?" Gabriel asked. Emily's nod was useless as she felt another more painful contraction.

"I-I'm fine." She gasped through the pain.

"No you're not." Sophia spoke up from next to her. "I'm taking you to the hospital."

"No you are not taking me to the hospital, that's and order." Emily managed.

"With all due respect if your personal health is in danger I don't have to obey that order." Sophia said. "Ma'am," She turned to the queen. "would it be at all possible to get wheelchair because she won't leave willingly."

"And that's why I named her Elizabeth." Emily smiled.

"They had to physically remove you from the office?" Derek asked, suddenly very pale.

"Yeah they did." She smiled.

Great, they'd had to physically remove her last time what would she be like this time? Derek would admit the thought of Emily in labor scared the hell out of him. Garcia had claimed it wouldn't be that bad and JJ had left willingly but Reid and only made him more frightened by reminding him that this was Emily and Emily was way more stubborn. Though that had been weeks ago it was still hanging in the back of his mind.

He and Emily wandered around the farmers market for about an hour and he noticed Emily continually looking over her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just feel like someone's watching me." She whispered.

"Well maybe they recognize you from when you were a kid." He shrugged.

"No, no its different" She turned and pointed a bit. "There at that grape stand, he looks familiar." Emily frowned.

"Come on we'll go home." He said.

"Okay" She nodded and followed him back to the car. Once in the car Emily fell asleep quickly and Derek couldn't help but smile at her. She had no idea how beautiful she was, pregnancy was something that suited Emily very well, she appeared to be glowing with health. She didn't seem to think so though, she had been pretty much miserable since it started showing. Not being able to rock Elizabeth had only made it worse for both of them.

When they got home the first thing Derek noticed was a blonde boy of about 12 sitting on the floor playing with Elizabeth, from behind, Derek didn't recognize him. Emily did though.

"Declan?" Emily said, shocked. Declan Doyle, the 12 year old boy who Emily was legal guardian of, and who should've been at boarding school in Ireland was sitting on the living room floor in Emily's mother's house.

"Emily!" Declan smiled, turning to them, his blonde curls bouncing as he did.

"Declan, school doesn't get out for another week what are you doing here?" She asked as Declan came over and hugged her.

"I couldn't stay there Emily, they don't like me." He whispered.

"What do you mean they don't like you?" Emily asked, sitting on the couch.

"Dada?" Lizi smiled pushing herself up and toddling over to him.

"Hey Princess." Derek smiled picking up his daughter and kissing her dark curls. "Hey Emi, I'm going to make us all some lunch.

"Sure, Declan's allergic to peanuts though." Emily said.

"Okay, so chicken soup it is." He smiled taking Lizi into the kitchen and putting her in the highchair.