Chapter 6- Epilogue
AN: Thank you so much for the reviews. Please stay tuned for a special "prologue after the epilogue" (How Rossi and Prentiss ended up dating) coming tomorrow.. .because didn't Dave and Emily deserve their own tidbit after this?...
"David," Dave said with all seriousness. "They should name the baby David."
"If it is a boy," Emily replied. She was wrapping a baby shower gift for the new Baby Morgan, whatever the sex.
"Girl: Davidette."
She threw the wrapping tape at him, and he dodged it.
"Hey! I have earned that right, don't you think?"
One look at him, she could tell he was serious. She snorted. "You did nothing more than I did. If anything, the baby should be Emily...or maybe Elmer. That's close to Emily."
"Elmer Morgan," Dave said, testing it out on his tongue. He shook his head. "Nope. Sounds like a serial killer."
She couldn't help but chuckle. "You're awful."
He smiled back with a smirk. "I am guessing that we won't get a damn thing besides the Godparents role they already gave us."
Emily nodded. "That Godfather role was coveted. Reid pitched a fit when he found out it wasn't him."
Rossi smirked again. "Italian: good Godfather. It's an unspoken rule."
"Ooh," she said, standing, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I still love it when you speak like a mafia don."
He arched his brow. "Even after three years of marriage?"
She nodded. "And a one year old."
He chuckled. "I still can't believe I did that. I could havehad grandkids the same age...or older."
Baby Bella was a complete surprise for both Dave and Emily. They'd both decided on no children, due to their hectic careers and life status. Dave, in his early fifties, felt he'd exceeded the age limit for childrearing, and Emily truly had no desire for children of her own. Other peoples, sure. She'd spoil them and give them back to their parents. But her own? Oh, no.
One bout of the stomach flu, two days of missing the pill, and they got the true love of their lives just barely nine months later.
"Anything is possible with a fairy Godfather," she added, smiling seductively. "Look at Morgan and Garcia."
"That's true, although I like to think the Italian proverb fits us, and them, better," he replied.
"What's that?" she asked, curious.
"Popular translation is True love waits. But I like to take it literally, and in Italian, cara mia," he said. He leaned down to kiss her lips, and whispered, "Quella destinata per te, nessuno la prenderà."
Emily sighed and received his kiss, agreeing to what he said completely.
No one will take the one who is destined for you.