Thank you again for the reviews and follows. Sorry for the delay… I got caught up writing another fic…. Hope you enjoy this little titbit ;)
This is your baby Derek…..
A few weeks later she lay in bed on a cold December morning. She let her head fall to it's side, resting on the soft pillow and looked at the winter sun streaming through the large window. The branches of the oak tree outside obscured a little of the sun, and she smiled as the lone brown and white sparrow landed on one of the branches and began pecking away. She wondered if it were cold; If it had a warm nest to go back to…. Much like this warm nest she had right here. The large soft duvet lay in a heap on the floor at the side of the bed and a single sheet covered her up to her waist, despite the near freezing temperatures outside. The room was warm and toasty…. He had insisted.
As they walked in through the front door the night before after he had picked her up from Washington Dulles International Airport, the warmth hit her… a stark contrast from the frosty air outside. She fanned herself and he told her he'd had the heating on for the past twenty four hours to get the place warm just for her.
She turned as she heard the flushing sound coming from the en suite and watched him as he quickly tiptoed across the wooden floor. He jumped into bed, slinking under the sheet and snaking an arm under her waist, pulling her towards him and briefly kissing her temple.
"So, what do you fancy doing today then?" He whispered.
"Actually, I've got something planned for us." She sleepily smiled.
"You have?" He frowned curiously, "What is it?"
"It's a surprise."
He snuggled into her, "I like surprises." He whispered.
"Well I hope you'll like this one."
He eyed her suspiciously, "It's nothing to do with Garcia is it?"
"No." She chuckled, "Although, I do need to sort out seeing them all before I go back to London."
"Are we gonna tell them?"
"I think it's about time don't you? I'd rather tell them face to face. Besides, JJ and Pen will kill me if I keep this from them for much longer."
He smiled, "This is gonna be fun considering they don't even know we're together."
"You don't think they've guessed?"
He shrugged, "Don't know. Although Rossi does keep looking at me weird if your name is ever mentioned."
She nodded with a smirk, "He knows." She stated.
Chuckling, he nuzzled into her neck, "How about we just stay here all day?"
"Nope." She began, "Get changed." She said firmly, whipping the sheet back off of him.
But he didn't move a muscle; just stared at her and she smiled at his resolve to remain lay next to her, entirely unphased by the fact he was lying prone and completely naked.
His eyes bore into hers and she really couldn't help herself…. He laughed and grabbed hold of her, tickling her sides as he saw her glance down at his bare form.
"You just can't keep your eyes off me can you woman?" He winked playfully as he let his hands wonder down her body and under the sheets.
"Derek Morgan, you have no shame do you?" She chuckled as she squirmed under him from his fingers tickling her skin lightly.
"Nope." He mumbled as lips danced down her neck.
"Well…." She began, opening her neck to expose her flesh to him more, "….As much as I don't want to stop right now, we have to get up. We'll be late."
"For what?" He asked, lifting his head to look at her.
She raised her brow, "You'll see when we get there." She smiled, "…Now get up." She ended with a slap on his tight bare butt cheeks.
~~CM~~
He sat on the steel meshed seat tapping his foot incessantly, leant forward resting his elbows on his thighs.
She glanced at him and then down to his vibrating knee and back up again, "Will you calm down." She said with a smirk.
"I am calm." He frowned, looking back to her.
"Give me your hand."
"What?"
"Just give me your hand." She ordered, reaching over and grabbing his forearm, guiding his arm towards her. Sliding her fingers in between his, she looked at him with an 'I told you so' expression.
"Clammy hands….." She stated. "…. You always get clammy hands when you're nervous."
"I'm not nervous….. but this is a big deal Emily." He muttered.
A big smile crept across her face, and she lifted his arm giving a tender, warm kiss to the back of his hand, "I know." She whispered.
A woman's voice stole both of their attention…. "Emily Prentiss?"
"Yes." The brunette said, standing, Morgan following suit.
"Come this way please." The smiling blond said, leading them along the long corridor.
A few minutes later, Emily gasped as the cold gel hit her skin for the first time earning a chuckle from Morgan. She squeezed his hand in protest, but she soon lost his attention as he slowly sat down next to her, his eyes glued to the screen in front of them.
She watched him with warm eyes, his mouth falling open as the grainy black and white picture appeared. He turned to face her and she smiled at his goofy grin.
"So, according to your notes, you're fifteen weeks gone Emily?" Nurse Bellingham asked, interrupting their moment.
"Yes." Emily nodded.
"So you've already had a regular scan?"
"I did. I had some bleeding and went to the hospital. They did one then."
"And everything was ok?"
"Yes."
"Good…" The nurse smiled turning to look at Derek, "…. It's difficult to make out much on those scans, eh?"
Derek looked to the woman and shook his head, "I wasn't there, but I got this. You can just about make it out." He said pulling out and unfolding the scan picture Emily had sent him.
Emily smiled at him and shook her head in warm realisation that the picture had probably not left his possession since the minute he got it.
"Well, I can tell you both, the scan we will do today is a very different type of scan."
"Different? What do you mean?" Derek asked glancing from Emily to the nurse.
"Did you not tell him?" The blond said, aimed towards Emily, who shook her head, lips pressed together.
"Emily has booked in for a 4D scan."
"4D?" He frowned
"It's basically a moving 3D image of your baby. We start off with the normal scan, which is the black and white one which is on the screen now and then we go to the other one."
Nurse Bellingham smiled as she watched more confusion spread across his face.
"It's probably better if I just show." She bargained, giving a little wink to Emily, "You both ready?"
"Yes." Emily said as Derek nodded, turning back to face the screen.
They both watched as the black and white image disappeared and a golden brown blob appeared. As the nurse moved the oversized marker pen like instrument over Emily's exposed tummy, Emily felt Derek squeeze her hand a little tighter;
"Is that a hand?" He asked as the five tiny fingers emerged and the smallest part of a forearm, "Oh my god that's a hand." He half laughed in amazement, glancing back to Emily who just looked at him with a smile. She couldn't remember seeing him this taken aback since the day she had appeared from the dead….
The image continued to go in and out of focus and after a couple of seconds Emily felt his hand leave her grasp as he began to stand very slowly as if trying to get closer to the screen without moving his feet.
Both hands clamped on his mouth as a tiny, squashed like face came into focus.
"Emily. Derek…" The nurse began, "…Meet your baby." She said gently, as she found the spot on Emily's stomach that revealed the whole of the baby.
"Oh my god. It looks so real." He uttered, the words muffled by his hands.
Emily chuckled, "That's because it is real Derek." She said softly, reaching over and gently stroking the back of his thigh.
He turned back to her, retaking hold of her hand and leant down, cupping her face in his hands, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead, "Thank you." He whispered, then pulling away and looking her in the eyes.
"You're welcome." She uttered, "I hated the fact you weren't there the first time. I'm just gonna pretend that never happened."
"Me too."
He leant in again, gave her a quick peck on the lips and returned his excited gaze to the screen.
He squinted as the image bobbed around and cocked his head to the side.
"Kind of looks like an alien doesn't it?" Emily said, scrunching up her nose.
"Hey…" He protested, "…you calling our child an alien?"
She chuckled, "Yeah, with it's big head and skinny arms and legs…. But it is our alien." She sighed, winking as he looked at her.
"That's normal." The nurse interjected, "If you come for a scan at around twenty six weeks you won't believe how much it changes."
"We will." Derek stated, "So, is everything ok?"
"As far as I can see, perfectly normal." The blond reassured.
"Are you able to tell the sex yet?" He continued.
"Hang on." Emily said, tugging on his arm, "We didn't talk about that."
"I know." He assured, "I was just asking if it's possible."
"It should be." The nurse started, "It all depends on the position of the baby. But, it is definitely possible at this stage."
Derek looked at Emily with a raised brow.
"I'll leave you two alone for a few minutes to talk about it. You don't have to decide now though. You can come back another time."
"Thank you." Emily said, as the nurse walked out of the room.
Derek sat down, an excited child like grin on his face, "What do you think?" He asked expectantly.
She shrugged, "I don't know. I haven't thought about it. Do you wanna know?"
"I don't know either." He gave a breathy nervous chuckle.
"Well she said we could decide another time."
He nodded, "Yeah. We'll think about it."
She paused in thought for a few seconds, staring at the blank screen, but then turning back to him, "What do you want?" She asked, her tone gentle.
"What do you mean?"
"Boy or a girl. What do you want?"
He stared at her, his dark eyes misty. She watched as a smile crept across his face and he shook his head, "Honestly….? I don't care Emily." He muttered, his tone low and soothing, "He or she will be perfect. I know it."
She smiled back, but he saw a quick flash of doubt in her eyes.
"What's the matter?" he asked, a crease appearing across his forehead.
"Nothing." She said, forcing a smile with a shake of the head.
He pulled his chair closer and took her hand closest to him in both of his, "Emily, are you still scared something will go wrong?"
"No, it's fine." She attempted to reassure, not wanting to ruin their happy day.
He leant forward and gently brushed his fingers through her dark hair, sweeping it back to the side of her head. "The nurse said everything looks normal." He said, placing a long, warm kiss to her cheek, "Everything's gonna be fine." He breathed into her skin.
She shifted her head around so her lips met his, "Thank you." She whispered, a smile forming.
"No." He murmured, "Thank you. You have no idea how happy you have made me."
She chuckled, "I don't know how happy you're gonna be when our little alien is crying, pooping and keeping you up all night long."
He raised his brow, "Will you stop calling it an alien." He scolded playfully.
"Well what do you want to call it then?"
He pursed his lips, in an attempt to subdue a smirk.
"What?" She asked.
"I kinda have been calling it something in my head already."
"You have?" She frowned.
"Yeah." He chuckled, "Smudge."
"Smudge?"
"Well it just looks like a big smudge on the picture you gave me."
"What? You've called it that since you got the picture?" She asked.
He nodded and then watched as she swallowed and her bottom lip begin to quiver as moisture formed in the corner of her big eyes that stared at him.
"What's the matter?" He asked with concern.
She shook her head quickly, "Nothing."
"Emily, what is it? You don't like the nickname?"
"No, I do like it." She nodded, taking a deep breath as a tear ran down her cheek.
"I don't understand." He said bewildered.
She shrugged, "It's just you had a name for our baby and didn't tell me."
He gazed at her with a big smile and chuckled, leaning over and enveloping his arms around her, "Come here." He whispered, squeezing her tight, "I should have told you."
She shook her head, "No. I'm being ridiculous. I don't know what's wrong with me." She sniffled into his chest.
"It's called hormones baby." He uttered into her hair.
"But I'm crying because you gave a nickname to a piece of paper and didn't tell me. I bet that's one thing you're glad you're not around for." She whimpered.
"Listen." He began, "Some guys would say I'm lucky to missing out on the hormones part but…." He said, pulling away to face her, "…I'm not. I wish I was there for it all. I really do."
"I know." She whispered, "Me too."
They both turned to the door as Nurse Bellingham entered, a warm smile painted on her face as she saw the couple.
"So. Have you decided?" She asked.
"Yeah." Derek started, standing upright, keeping hold onto one of Emily's hands, "We don't want to know."
"Ok." She said, "Well, I'll try not to give it away then when we carry on with the scan."
"Give it away?" Derek asked.
"Well sometimes it's obvious when it's a boy if you know what I mean."
Emily watched as a big grin formed on his face, "Well if it's a boy and it's mine, I'm sure it will be obvious."
The brunette rolled her eyes, "Gees Derek." She sighed, "I bet you've never heard that before have you?" Emily said tuning to the nurse who chuckled and placed some more cold gel on Emily's tummy.
They both sat in silence, their fingers entwined, taking in the images of their child, 'smudge', floating about on the screen.
It all just became very very real….
That was short and fluffy, but I hope you like it :D