Emily watched Aaron dress, smirking as he straightened his tie. She pulled a sheet around her, rising up to her knees on the bed and taking his hand. She pulled him close and wrapped her arm around his shoulders, the sheet slipping down to reveal the clover she'd been branded with. She saw the anger flash in his eyes and kissed him softly.
"I've thought about having surgery, getting it fixed. " She smiled at his nod. "But I've decided not to."
"You want to keep the reminder of Doyle?"
"The scar on my stomach will always be there. And no - I want to keep the reminder that I have so much good in my life to fight for. The reminder that there is still good in me. He tried to claim me, but I already belonged to someone else. Was a part of a family." Emily met Aaron's eyes, searching. Satisfied with what she saw there, she nodded slightly.
"I love you, Aaron Hotchner. Get that bastard so that I can come home and show you every day just how much I do." She declared with a smile.
"Yes, ma'am." He answered, pulling his freshly tied tie off as he pushed her back onto the bed. "I love you too, Emily." He said as he kissed her again.