*A/N: Sorry this chapter was a little long in coming, got a trifle sidetracked with the actual books that I'm writing. But I knew that I had to finish Derek and ShaKira's story. I think that this will probably be the last chapter…maybe.

*I do NOT own Criminal Minds. I just love the show…a lot.*

The next few weeks passed in peaceful bliss. Derek and ShaKira quickly fell into a routine. Derek would get up in the morning to shower as ShaKira prepared breakfast for him. They would have breakfast together and then Derek would head off into the BAU office. ShaKira worked from the house and had no problem keeping vigil until Derek returned from the many cases that he went on. She and Garcia spent lots of time together, shopping, talking to the BAU team and of course, redecorating Derek's home. It started off small. First they switched the black leather living room furniture that he had with a soft brown, pink and white set from Rooms To Go. They laughed about it for days, especially when Derek didn't even notice the new set for a few hours. They attacked the kitchen next adding a few feminine touches, then they changed his workout room to a guest bedroom and moved all of his exercise machines into the basement where they'd put up some of ShaKira's easels for her paintings. The office received a new coat of paint and all of the furniture was rearranged to make room for ShaKira's new desk, bookshelves, and file cabinets for her to work. Just as the two women prepared to redecorate the master suite, they were stopped by the man himself.

"What are you two beautiful women up to?" Derek asked as he stood, leaning in the doorway, his arms folded across his chest. ShaKira and Garcia froze where they stood, paintbrushes in their hands, all of the furniture in the room covered with a plastic tarp.

"Hello my Chocolate Adonis," Garcia smiled cheekily as she slyly painted one streak of light red on the wall.

"Hey Baby Girl," he replied, his eyes never leaving ShaKira's face as she stood, her gaze unwavering, her back straight, in spite of her protruding belly. Even at eight months she was still amazingly beautiful and extremely sexy. "So, what are you two up to…Kira?" he redirected the question to her. He watched as she inhaled and straightened her shoulders, her gaze unwavering as she answered.

"So as you can see, Pen and I have been slowly redecorating your home and since I know that you have noticed I figured that you were okay with it. We began with the living room, changing out the furniture and then we went into the kitchen adding a few feminine touches and then we ended up here. And while I know that our living arrangements are temporary and we haven't yet decided to make this a permanent situation, I did want to feel comfortable while I was here. It's all completely reversible, but I wanted to spruce up the place, make it look a little more homey, so that the next woman that comes along, won't feel so overwhelmed by your masculinity," ShaKira answered confidently.

Derek nodded as he allowed his gaze to slowly move around the room and gazed intently at the walls, ShaKira's words drifting over him and settling into his subconscious. He looked at Garcia and smiled at her indulgently, "Pen, do you mind giving me and Kira a moment alone?" he questioned her.

"Not at all my Black Knight," Garcia grinned as she put down her paint brush and walked out of the door without a backwards glance.

Derek slowly approached ShaKira where she stood next to the wall. "Are you even supposed to be inhaling these paint fumes?" he asked as he halted before her. He watched as she shrugged, her gaze focused on the wall and not on him as she continued to paint the wall in a light red color. He grinned as he watched her paint, she was sulking and she was damn cute while she was doing so. He bent over and picked up Garcia's discarded paintbrush and after soaking the bristles in paint, he began to paint the wall alongside her. They painted in silence for a few minutes before he noticed that she was sniffling.

"I'm sorry Derek," he heard her say softly, her voice sounding emotional.

"For what?" he asked as he turned to look at her. He watched as she wiped her face with the back of her left hand, smearing the paint on her cheeks and struggled not to laugh.

"For taking over your home and changing everything. For redecorating without asking you, then for giving you major attitude and going off on you when you came in," she paused and inhaled deeply before continuing, "For trying to make what we have permanent when you haven't asked for it to be so. For getting pregnant and taking so long to tell you. For wanting to keep this baby when you probably don't…for wanting to keep you…" Derek had heard enough, slamming down his paintbrush she took her fiercely into his arms and brought his lips down onto hers in a crushing kiss.

After a few moments of passionate kissing he pulled back and looked deeply into her eyes. "I thought that you'd already figured this out but I can see that you haven't. I love you. When I look at you I see our wedding, I see us growing old together, I see every child that we're ever going to have together. I see us fighting, making love, I see us at our children's weddings, I see forever. I see a lifetime, I see my lifetime with you when I look into your eyes," he stated firmly as he looked at her.

ShaKira's mouth swung open as she listened to his words, her heart full to overflowing, "You love me?" she whispered in awe.

"Of course I do! Why do you think I've been letting you redecorate my place? I want you to feel at home here. I want you to feel as if this is your home as well. This IS your home. I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life fighting with you and making up with you and loving you."

ShaKira's eyes filled with tears of joy as she covered her mouth. "I love you too!" she exclaimed as she threw her arms around him. The two held onto each other, happily kissing each other, before Derek laughed and pulled away, "You haven't answered my question," he chuckled.

"Did you ask one?" ShaKira questioned as she raised an eyebrow in amusement.

Derek smiled and reached into his back pocket and pulled out a white ring box before he knelt down before her. "ShaKira, I love you will you do me the distinct honor of becoming my wife?"

ShaKira opened her mouth to answer and then groaned in pain. Derek's eyes widened in fear. "Baby? Are you okay?" ShaKira couldn't answer she was doubled over in pain. Derek began to panic and sighed in relief when Garcia ran into the room.

"Kay-Kay? Are you okay?" Garcia asked as she bent down to look into ShaKira's face.

"Baby?! Are you okay? What's wrong? Answer me! Please!" Derek begged frantically. ShaKira was still unable to answer, gripping Derek's arms in pain.

Derek was intensely worried, it wasn't like ShaKira to not talk, to let pain overwhelm her. He heard Garcia's gasp and jerked his gaze toward her.

"Derek?" she whispered and looked down, Derek's eyes traveled down to the floor where she was staring and what he saw shocked and scared him, there was puddle of blood beneath their feet and blood flowed down her legs.

"Derek? Help…" ShaKira whispered, moments before she collapsed into his arms.

*A/N: Okay, so there's going to be another chapter. Obviously! I look forward to your reviews. Thanks for favoriting!!