I'm happy that everyone is really liking my story! Big thank you to all the readers and reviews and favoriters and followers! Here is the much anticipated 6th chapter. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 6

Shock flows down her face, across her lips and down her neck. It spreads all over her while her insides feel like they are twisted into an icy knot and her breath catches in her throat. And her eyes, oh, her eyes can't even blink at the sight in front of her. The sight of the husband she thought she had lost, now standing and staring at her with those piercing brown eyes of his. With his fists at his sides, preventing his hands from reaching out and wrapping themselves around her body. And he waits.

She stares back. Her eyes stinging from keeping them open for so long.

"Emily," he says, finally breaking the unbearable silence that was settled between them. "Emily, it's me." His feet move a step closer, and she copies them by taking a step back.

They buried him, they put him in a coffin and buried it in the ground. They said he was dead, they said he was gone.

"No." She shakes her head "No."

"Em-"

"No, you are dead." She points at him with her finger "You. Are. Dead," She says again.

"It wasn't me." He lowers his gaze. "The man you buried wasn't me."

After the lie is revealed and the truth is told he dares to look up. He finds the tears on her cheeks and the evidence of his betrayal written on her face. She wipes them away furiously, and flicks her eyes up for a glance at him.

"So, everything was just a big a lie, huh? Your death was fake and the doctor was lying and-" She swallows. "Why the hell would you do this to me Derek?!" she yells at him.

"Let me explain."

She doesn't hear him.

"I needed you around, Derek, and you weren't there!" She screams, jabbing her finger at his chest. He flinches as it makes contact with the bullet wound. "I needed you," she cries through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry, Emily." The lump in his throat tightens.

As she keeps hitting his chest with her fists, he stands there and then puts his arms around her body and pulls her against him. She doesn't protest, she hides her face in the crook of his neck and sobs uncontrollably. He holds her, comforts her, it's the least he can do after everything that happened.

"I am sorry," he murmurs in her hair and kisses it.

A cry startles him, but not her.

He frowns.

Emily slowly abandons his warmth and heads towards their bedroom. He follows. Stops when they enter his office first, he looks around the room where he had spent so much time. Nothing changed in here. He shakes his head, this not the matter now. He turns and walks to where she is.

He freezes in his tracks.

"Emily?"

There is a baby in her embrace.

Oh God, no.

"I didn't know." His voice wavers and he stumbles over his own words. "I shouldn't have come-"

She's moved on.

She has a baby.

She has another man waiting for her, kissing her smile and tasting her skin.

"She's yours," she whispers, "ours."

Oh.

He kneels between her legs and watches the life they created in her arms. It squirms and giggles.

"How old is she?" he asks.

"Three months old." She trails a finger over the girl's cheek.

He smiles.

"Her name is Josie, Josephine."

"She's gorgeous." His eyes sparkle. "Can I hold her?"

There is a pause, and she nods. She places her daughter carefully in his arms and sits back on the bed. Josie giggles again at the new face she meets.

"She's smiling at me, Emily!"

A smile tugs at her lips and she offers it to him.

Time passes and the baby is soon enough asleep and Derek stares at her, doesn't want to put his daughter back in the crib just yet.

"I can't believe I missed the birth of my daughter," he tells her.

"I can't believe you did that either, Derek." She doesn't blame him, just answers.

She leaves him alone and goes to the bathroom.

When she comes out Josie is in her bed and Derek is standing near her. He turns to Emily.

"Say the word and I'm gone," he says. "Just let me sleep on the couch tonight and tomorrow I will go to a hotel."

She reaches out with one hand, fingers curl around his wrist and tug him down to their bed.

"It's your home too, Derek, remember?"

He does.

They lie close to each other. But sleep doesn't come for him, no, his mind can't stop working and running over the fact that he has a child, a beautiful little girl. That he left his wife alone for a year. What he did to her without wanting it.

He sighs, scoots a bit closer, slips a hesitant arm around her abdomen and hides his face between her shoulder blades. His hand clutches at the front of the top she's wearing and his tears soak the back of it.

"I love you," he mumbles and the words aren't caught only by his ears.

Emily Prentiss has her eyes open and her ripped heart begins to stitch itself back together.

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