After getting Henry changed, Emily brings him back to JJ, who is sitting up in bed staring at her phone. Emily raises an eyebrow.

"If you say we have a case I'm going to scream."

JJ smiles. "No case. Just a text from Hotch. He needs me to go in around 10 this morning."

"It's Saturday," Emily sneers, handing Henry to his mother. "And after what happened Wednesday, Thursday and Friday does he really expect you to catch up on paperwork. What is his fu—" she glances at Henry and catches herself, "his freaking problem?"

JJ chuckles about Emily not wanting to cuss in front of a 7 week old. She concentrates on getting Henry settled, sure that Emily is not going to like why she has to report to Quantico. "Actually, they, uh, have to, you know, completely clean my office. I have to help Hotch moves files and stuff to a new office."

Emily stiffens, her mind flashing back to the shot she couldn't stop. "Oh." She sits down on the bed, not looking at JJ. "I could help, if you want to," she says somewhat weakly. Emily Prentiss is never scared but suddenly the thought of going back into that office turns her stomach worse than facing down a pack of armed unsubs.

JJ winces, hating the fear in Emily's voice. She swallows and switches into Liaison Mode, answering lightly. "No need, honey. Hotch and I have it. Plus Garcia will be there to make sure all the computer stuff gets moved and hooked back up correctly. Shouldn't take too long. You can stay here with Henry and just relax."

Emily nods. "Yeah. Okay. I guess I'll go shower."

"Okay."

Emily walks to the bathroom. At the door she stops and looks back to see JJ looking down at Henry, one hand cradling him as the other rubs his downy hair. Emily had grown up a child of privilege with any material thing she could want. But of all she had ever wanted and gotten, she knew all she would ever need is in that bed. JJ glances up and sees the look on Emily's face.

"You okay?"

"Never better," Emily chokes out with a smile.

Before JJ can respond, Emily hurries into the bathroom. She turns the shower on full and steps in, careless of the initial cold burst of water. The tears in her eyes finally fall as she can hide them in the spray of water. She is convinced she has cried more in 2 days than she has her entire life. Her mother had always told her tears were weakness. But JJ has taught her tears are not weakness. Tears are the body's way of getting rid of fear, pain, and doubt. Tears can also show thankfulness. The tears falling now are reflections of every blessing in Emily's life: her girlfriend, Henry, her BAU family, and, yes, even her mother.

"I swear, I will never take anyone for granted again," Emily whispers towards the sky. "And I will make damn sure everyone I love knows just how much they mean to me. No more chances for regrets, Emily Prentiss. Don't blow this second chance."

Emily finishes her shower and dries off as JJ walks into the bathroom.

"You okay?" JJ asks.

Emily smiles and JJ is happy to see it go all the way to Em's eyes. "Yeah, I am." She pulls JJ close. "So how about while you go into work, I take Henry to go see my mother? She's in DC for a dinner of some sort."

JJ's eyes widen. "Your mother? Does she even know about Henry? Or us even?"

Emily laughs. "I haven't told her myself but there is very little that my mother doesn't know. I am very sure she knew about us the day we moved you in."

JJ blushes. "Oh. Well, okay then. Sure. Does she even like kids?"

"Well, she didn't much like me but I think Henry's a better baby than I was. And he didn't give her stretch marks so that's in his favor, too."

JJ busts out laughing. "Okay, well you two have fun. I'll give you a call when I'm on my way home."

The two share a quick kiss as JJ hops in the shower. Emily heads into her bedroom and grabs her phone. She grabs her phone and heads into the nursery. She watches Henry sleep as she calls her mother's cell phone.

"Ambassador Prentiss," she hears after one ring. Emily rolls her eyes, knowing her mother had seen the caller i.d.

"Good morning, Mother."

"Emily! Good to hear from you. I assume you're okay after your little ordeal at work?"

Emily rolls her eyes again, worried about doing permanent damage to her eyes if she keeps rolling them. "Yes, I'm fine after that 'little ordeal' as you put it. How the heck did you find out so—never mind." She hears her mother chuckle. "So, I was wondering if you wanted to get together for brunch this morning?"

"And is Agent Jareau going to be joining us?" the ambassador asks. Her tone makes Emily's eyes narrow. She can't tell if there is approval or disapproval in it and she doesn't like that one bit.

"Actually she has to take care of some stuff at Quantico. But my stepson Henry will be joining us." There is no response. After a minute. "Mother? You still there?"

"Yes, I'm here." And there is the tone Emily had been waiting for. The 'time for mommy to save you from yourself tone' Emily had hated her entire life. "I guess I just have an issue with the term 'stepson' in regards to the LaMontagne boy."

The day before Emily had been sure she was going to die. Today she was thankful for her life and every blessing in it. She would not allow her mother to ruin that feeling. "Well, that's what he is to me. And you can either accept that or not. I love him as if he were my own and I love JJ more than life itself. I love you, too, Mother, but don't make me choose between the 3 of you. You won't like the outcome."

"I see," the ambassador says abruptly.

Emily sighs and squeezes the bridge of her nose to try to stave off a headache. "Mother, please, give him and JJ a chance. For once think about my happiness not your career. JJ makes me happier than I have ever been in my life. And Henry…God…Henry puts a warmth in my heart that I can't even begin to describe. I would gladly give my life for both of them. I love them, Mother. Please just try to accept them. For me?"

Emily is beginning to think her plea has fallen on deaf ears but her mother finally speaks. "I'll see you at 11, dear."

Emily sighs in relief. "Thank you, Mother."

"And, Emily, you're happiness is important to me. I'm sorry I've made you doubt that."

The call is disconnected before Emily can respond. She stares at the ceiling a moment then steps closer to Henry's crib. She runs a hand down his back.

"Well, Henry, let's hope this brunch doesn't scar you for life." She leans over and kisses his head before heading back to her room. As she enters, a towel clad JJ crashes into her, pushing her against the wall and giving Emily a deep, passionate kiss. As it ends, Emily's knees are weak.

"Wow. Uh…not that I'm complaining but…what was that for?" Emily asks breathlessly.

JJ just smiles, tears of happiness in her eyes as she holds up the baby monitor. Emily blushes.

"Oh. Forgot about that."

JJ steps forward and kisses Emily once more. "I'm glad you did. Thank you for loving my son so much."

Emily smiles, wrapping her arms around JJ's waist. "He's a part of you, Jen. Loving him is just an extension of loving you."

They kiss again. As Emily starts to unwrap the towel, JJ steps away. "Jeeeeen," Emily whines.

"Sorry. Work. Files. Got to dress. Shit," JJ mumbles, really wishing she didn't have to go.

"Fine," Emily pouts. "Tell Hotch he owes us a Saturday morning."

JJ chuckles, "I will. Trust me, I will."

Knowing it would not be safe to watch JJ dress, Emily heads downstairs and starts a pot of coffee. By the time JJ is ready to leave a large travel mug is ready and waiting for her. She grabs it gratefully.

"Call you later, honey. Have a good brunch. I love you."

"Love you, too, Jen."

Emily stands at the door until JJ disappears down the steps then heads inside to catch some CNN before getting Henry ready for their date with the ambassador.