Hotch looks as though he was slapped, "What do you mean what I did to you"?
Emily pours the egg mixture in the heated cast iron skillet. Stirring the eggs as they bubble and pop. Hotch walks next to her by the stove.
"Emily"?
She gives him a sidelong glance and says, "You took me away from my family". Emily continues to stir the eggs as Hocth's mouth gapes open.
"Your family, what do you, mean your Mother moved to Florida after she retired way before we were married. And your Father, I have never even met him". Hotch says to her profile.
Emily continues to stir the eggs until they are fluffy and then scoops them out of the pan and onto a plate. She hands the plate to Hotch and says, "That is not the family I am talking about. You took me away from the only people that ever accepted me for who I am and who I was".
Hotch lowers his eyes and stares at the plate of eggs. She pushes them towards him and pours herself another cup of coffee. She walks out of the kitchen and Hotch places the eggs on the counter louder than he intended and she whirls around to face him. He looks tried and she feels bad bringing this up when he needs to go to work. Emily strolls over to him and wraps her arms around him.
"Aaron I am sorry to start this now. I ummm" she stammers.
"Ummmm that's it. That's all you are going to say". He walks out of her embrace and stands on the opposite side of the room. "No you started this so now we are gonna talk. Emily you know why we had to leave Virginia. I could not take it anymore, I had already lost one wife to the BAU and I was going to be damned if I would lose another one."
She narrows her eyes at him, "Another one? Won't even call me your wife or the woman you love".
"Come on, Emily. You know well and good I love you, in fact I love you more than I have ever loved anyone". He hollers.
"Nice, yell at me now. Aaron got to work". She spits and turns away from him toward the stairs. She pivots round when she hears the door slam and wipes tears from her eyes. "I hate Mondays". Emily walks up the stairs to shower and dress.
Emily climbs into her royal blue BMW and pulls down the driver's side mirror and stares into her own reflection. She looks so tired and just wants to go home and soak in a long, hot bath. It was a long day at the UN and the fight she had with Aaron was front and center in her brain, so every time someone asked if she was okay she had to fight to hold back tears. She has become soft since moving away, she seems to not be able to compartmentalize like she used too and that scared her. She jumped when her phone sounded from her briefcase, 'Calm down, Em'. She scolded herself. It was a text from Aaron, "Hi Darling". 'So now I am darling' Emily sighed and continued to read. "How about dinner at Jean Georges"?
She dials her husband's number and smiles when he answers "Hotchner". "Hi, it's me". Emily breathes into the phone.
"Hi baby". He smiles into the phone. "Do you want to go to dinner at Jean George's"?
"How did you get a table there, it usually takes a month"?
"You are not the only one who has connections", he chuckles "Mr. Worth knows the chief. So what do you say to a quiet and an obscenely expensive dinner, Mrs. Hotchner"?
She chuckles faintly and says "Are you going to come and pick me up or meet there"?
"I will be there in a minute". And with that he slides his black Mercedes into a spot next to her. He cuts off the engine and climbs out, he strolls over and opens her door and offers her his hand. "My lady", he smiles down at her.
Emily does really love him and is flatter by the chivalry. She accepts his hand and is pulled gently into his arms. He kisses her forehead and she nuzzles into the crook of his neck. She can feel him consciously relax, 'He thinks I am still mad". She ponders.
'Thank God, she isn't mad anymore. This beautiful woman in your arms is your wife, the woman you love'. He silently wishes that the morning had gone better and he knows he needs to make it up to her. They climb into his car and head toward the restaurant at 1 Central Park West inside the Trump Hotel. Hotch steers his car toward the valet and is ushered out of his side while Emily glides from her seat. They walk hand in hand to the Maître D to wait for their table.
About forty-five minutes later they are seated overlooking Central Park. Emily smiles when she catches sight of a horse-drawn carriage, Hotch follows her gaze and asks "Would you like to go for a ride"?
"Aaron, are you asking me to go with on a romantic ride around Central Park"?
"I am. And maybe when we get done we can relax in the room I have reserved for us". He looks coyly at her.
Emily's mouth drops open, "You didn't, for tonight"? She smiles sweetly at him making his heart melt.
He reaches for her hand and brings it to his lips and kisses it gently staring into her eyes. After their dinner of steak, asparagus and a sinfully chocolate desert they walked over to catch a carriage and snuggled together under the blanket to enjoy a dazzling ride under the stars. When they enter the suite at the Trump Hotel, Emily gasps at the huge bed and amazing view from their penthouse. She turns to Aaron and falls into his arms, and they meet with their lips, kissing softly and deeply. She escapes from his kiss and smiles at him. Capturing his hands she leads him to the bed, she pushes him to a seated position on the bed and looks down at him.
"I am going to..." she begins.
"What? What are you going to do"? He asks his lust showing.
She smiles seductively, "I am going to take a bath". Emily giggles and strips as she walks toward the bathroom.
"Emily, that was not fair. Can I join you, maybe"? He calls after her.
"In a little while". She sings.