*Chapter Eight: Forced Wedding Planning & Bonding w/Erin*

Morgan/Hotch relationship established.

Slash Warning.

I do not own Criminal Minds or the characters therein (I wish I did!), they are owned by some really great people that I think should TOTALLY give me a job! I am not making any money off of this story either (would that I were-does that make sense?). The writing is just for a bit of fun.

"What do you mean, I'm on enforced bedrest?" Morgan practically shouted as he was helped out of the SUV and began walking towards the front door of the home that he shared with his partner.

"Derek, c'mon, be reasonable. I had to practically bribe the doctor to even get him to agree to discharging you from the hospital and allowing you to fly home with the rest of us, so I will not fight him on this. You have been put on bedrest and then you have physical therapy after that," Hotch explained in a patient tone as he unlocked the door and helped his lover inside.

"Aaron, I'm fine!" Morgan stated exasperatedly.

Spinning towards his partner, anger, sadness, love and just a touch of fear in his eyes, Hotch raised a finger and pointed it towards Morgan, "Derek you died. DIED! Do you NOT understand that? A nurse came to me and told me that you were dead. That I had lost you! That you had left me! And then by some amazing miracle, you came back to me. To me!" Hotch grabbed Morgan's hands in his trembling ones and pulled him into his arms tightly, "I am not going to tempt fate or God by doing anything that might take you from me again, so don't ask me to." He held the younger man in his arms tightly, breathing in his scent feeling his warmth. Struggling not to cry, he pulled back when he heard sniffles and pulled back to look at Morgan.

"Baby, are you crying? Really?" Hotch asked in amazement.

"Shut up Aaron. I'd have to be made of stone to not cry after you said something like that. I'm so sorry that I put you through all of that. I love you Aaron. I'll be good. I'll do the bedrest and the physical therapy and I won't be any trouble. I promise," Morgan promised with a cocky grin.

Hotch grimaced, because he knew that his partner had just tempted fate with those words.

Morgan smiled down at his daughter and laughed when she giggled up at him. She really was the most beautiful baby in the world. He knew that others thought he was biased because she was his, but they were wrong, he was completely objective. She was perfect.

"What are you thinking about with that sappy grin on your face?" Hotch asked from the doorway of their bedroom.

Morgan looked up with a smile. His lover had been gone all day in the office and even though he'd insisted that he didn't need any help, Jessica had come by for a few hours to help with the kids. He was secretly glad about it. He was still a little uncertain when it came to Baby Erin.

"How perfect she is," he admitted, rolling his eyes when Hotch chuckled, "What? Are you saying she isn't?"

"No, no. That's not what I'm saying at all. I completely agree with you, she's perfect. It's just amazing to me to see Big Bad Derek Morgan all soft and sweet and daddy-like with his daughter. It's nice," Hotch admitted as he came to lay down on the bed next to his fiancé and adopted daughter.

"Shut up Aaron," Morgan muttered good-naturedly as he lay down Baby Erin in between the two of them. The baby girl looked up at the two handsome men with wide eyes and her limbs moved frantically in excitement as they began to make cooing noises at her.

"Papa! Auntie Pen is here and she brought a lot of wedding books with her!" they heard Jack yell from downstairs.

Morgan looked at Hotch and groaned. "Save me!" he pleaded, "She's going to make me plan our wedding."

"Aww honey. No can do. You need something to keep you occupied while you're on bedrest. Besides, if you do it, that means I won't have to," Hotch grinned before kissing Erin on the nose and leaning over to kiss Morgan on the lips deeply.

"Hate you," Morgan said sweetly.

"Love you too baby," Hotch replied with a grin as he went to take a shower. Morgan shook his head and looked down at his daughter who was looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Your Daddy Aaron, who isn't afraid of anything, is a coward when it comes to your Aunt Penelope. Just remember that," he advised her, chuckling when the infant tilted her head to the side as if intrigued by his words.

"See? I knew you'd be a great daddy, you're already teaching her everything she needs to know," Garcia said with a small laugh from the doorway. Morgan glanced up with a smile, "Hey Baby Girl, come to see your niece?" he asked.

"Actually, I came to plan your wedding to Hotch, Baby Erin is just my consolation prize," Garcia said as she placed the wedding books on the bed and picked up the baby in her arms amid her giggles and squeals.

"Hey! What are you doing to my sister, Aunt Pen?" Jack asked from the doorway, his hands on his hips.

Morgan laughed at Garcia's look of shock, leaning over he whispered to her, "He's very protective of his baby sister. He's scolded me and Aaron plenty of times about her." Garcia chuckled before looking at Jack solemnly.

"I was just picking her up and making her laugh, Jack. I hope that's okay?" she asked.

Jack stared at her long and hard for a moment before nodding his head. "That's okay. But don't you hurt my sister," the little boy pointed at her before turning to leave the room.

"Wow, that was fierce and intense. He truly is a miniature G-man," Garcia stated.

Morgan laughed loudly before standing up to collect the wedding books that had been deposited on the bed. " C'mon and bring Erin with you, we'll go work in the dining room. Aaron wants me to have something to do so we might as well plan my wedding." He ignored Garcia's giggle as she followed him. The bathroom door opened as they stepped out into the hallway.

"Derek?" he heard Hotch call out. Nodding towards the stairs at Garcia he stepped back into the bedroom.

"Yeah baby?" he asked. He swallowed thickly as his partner stepped out of the bathroom completely nude and walked up to him.

"Can you tell Garcia to make sure she invites Jessica to the wedding? She might not come but, still, invite her. Oh and make sure you eat something and take your medication," Hotch said smiling as he put his hand on the back of his lover's neck, caressing it gently. Morgan moaned softly. "Is something wrong baby?" Hotch asked, his eyes full of lust and concern.

"You know what you're doing Aaron," Morgan complained, "You're making me hard and then sending me downstairs to plan a wedding. Does everyone else know how you torture me?"

Hotch chuckled and kissed his partner deeply, "I'll make it up to you," he promised.

Morgan glared at him playfully before nodding and turning to walk away, yelping when Hotch's hand connected with his ass. "Stop smacking my ass Aaron," he laughed.

"It's my ass, I can smack it if I want," Hotch returned with a chuckle. Morgan looked at Hotch in shock, an amazed burst of laughter springing forth.

"Three years together and you still continue to amaze me. I think you've been around me too long, your 'Morgan' is showing," he teased before walking downstairs to help Garcia plan their wedding.

"Baby Girl, no one is wearing a wedding dress! We are two men, neither of us cross-dresses and neither of us is the woman. We're two men who are bisexual, we're both wearing tuxedos," Morgan said in frustration.

Garcia laughed, "But Derek, I think that you'd be sexy in a wedding dress," she said as she pulled out a Photoshop picture of Morgan in a wedding dress.

"Garcia!" he yelled out, snatching the photo from her hand, Baby Erin clapped her hands in delight at her father's annoyance and gurgled happily from her seat on top of the dining room table.

"I CANNOT believe that you photo-shopped me into a wedding dress!" he burst out. Hotch's timing had always been perfect, or horrible, depending on who you talked to, when it came to overhearing embarrassing information about his subordinates and friends. He stood behind his fiancé looking at the photo without his knowledge and struggled not to collapse on the floor in hilarity. Looking at Garcia over Morgan's head, he nodded and winked, letting her know that he too found the picture to be oddly sexy and arousing, as well as hilariously funny.

"I would be laughed out of town if anyone saw this! Get rid of it Garcia!" Morgan demanded before letting out a not-too-manly squeak when Hotch walked up and kissed the back of his head.

"I don't know, honey, I think you look damn sexy in a wedding dress," he murmured with an amused smile.

"You would," Morgan pouted, his lower lip sticking out like a petulant child.

"Hey now, what do you mean by that?" Hotch asked, his eyebrow raising. He watched Morgan cross his muscled arms across his wide and expansive chest and just look at him.

"Aaron, I'm not the woman in this relationship," Morgan pointed out. Hotch looked at Garcia in confusion, she looked equally confused.

"I know you're not the woman in this relationship, baby, I mean, it would be pretty weird if you were," Hotch teased, still slightly confused.

"As long as you know that," Morgan said with a huff.

Still confused, Hotch nodded, "Now do you want to tell me where that came from?"

Morgan mumbled something under his breath and Hotch shook his head.

"Sorry, didn't catch that," he said.

Morgan blew out a long breath and facing Hotch fully said, "Sometimes I feel like the girl in our relationship and everyone talks to me like I am."

Hotch and Garcia looked at each other before bursting into laughter. Morgan rolled his eyes at their amusement and made to stand up and leave. Hotch grabbed the man's arm and pulled him back down into his seat. After containing his mirth he leaned close.

"I think we're both equally the man and the woman. You may do the laundry, but you can't cook worth shit. I do the cooking. You may want us to have a lot of kids and dress Jack and Erin, but I'm the one who sits around and plans their future, who they'll marry, where they'll go to college. We both give and receive in this relationship in the bedroom. You may sleep on my chest every night, but I lay my head in your lap all of the time and you're definitely the strongest physically in our relationship," Hotch smiled at this point, the tension had left Morgan's shoulders finally and Garcia sniffed into her handkerchief…her bright pink handkerchief with purple polka dots covering it. "This is an Equal Opportunity relationship, sweetheart. We're both parts, equally, okay?"

Morgan nodded before leaning over to kiss Hotch sweetly. "Okay." Taking a deep breath, he looked at Hotch and Garcia, "Just so you know, I'm blaming all emotional outbursts on my medication."

Knowing not to laugh at that declaration, Hotch nodded his head, a solemn look on his face, while he laughed heartily inside. It was at this point that Baby Erin, realizing that she was not the focus of the conversation and that no one was doing anything to entertain her, let out a wail of upset and when all three set of gazes rested on her she smiled widely before promptly throwing up all over her pretty pink baby jumper.

"It's your turn," Hotch and Morgan said simultaneously before they both burst into laughter.

Rolling her eyes Garcia stood up and making cooing noises at Baby Erin lifted her out of her baby carrier, "You poor thing, you are SO going to need your Aunt Pen growing up in a house full of men," she said loudly enough for Hotch and Morgan to hear. The two men laughed as she left the room, holding the infant.

Leaning over Morgan kissed Hotch deeply. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too. What was that for?" Hotch asked.

"For what you said," Morgan explained. Hotch smiled and nodded.

"That's what I'm here for. Now, did you take your medication?" he asked with a stern look.

Morgan stood with a sheepish look and headed towards the kitchen, "I'm going to now."

Hotch rolled his eyes and shook his head. He loved that man he really did, but sometimes he wanted to smack him. He sobered quickly when he realized how close he came to losing him.

"I'll get it baby, besides, you're supposed to take it with food and I don't trust you to cook without burning down the house," Hotch teased as he jumped up from his chair.

"Stop talking to Sarah and Desi! It was ONE time!" Morgan yelled from the kitchen.

Hotch chuckled as he headed into the kitchen to cook for his future husband.

Hope you enjoyed this! I wish that I could upload pictures because my best friend actually did Photoshop Shemar Moore into a wedding dress after she read over this chapter. It's HIGH-larious! I look forward to your reviews! Next update will be on Saturday! Please R & R!