AN: Hey well here is chapter 10. I have no idea why but lately this is all I've been writing. Hope you enjoy, only 5 chapters left. Oh and this was written to Killing Me Softly by Aretha Franklin and WHen A Girl Cries by Brandon Hines (so random I know!). R&R. Caramel.

Electric Feel

Ch. 10

Derek sat uncomfortably on his lounge, his large dog Clooney flopped lazily on hid lap. He patted him lovingly considering that when he wasn't at the BAU on a case, he was at the condo with Emily. He had been thinking about that once the baby was born or maybe before that they'd have to move somewhere bigger, get a nice house in a DC suburb; one big enough for the four of them plus Clooney.

Just months ago he couldn't imagine a future with Emily, everything had been going downhill and it had absolutely broken his heart watching Emily go through something like that. When he'd found her bleeding in the bathroom he had been scared, terrified that he'd lose her. Once they'd gotten her to the hospital, he had just been downright angry at her, furious even. He'd never thought she'd try something like that but evidently she hadn't been thinking straight. He was so in love with her it physically hurt to see her in so much pain; physically and emotionally.

Things had gotten incredibly better when they had found out that Baby Morgan was actually his and not a product of that case. Of course she had then proceeded to tell him of her 16 year old daughter that lived in France. Hearing that piece of news had really thrown him, and he wasn't sure how to react. Even with another daughter it hadn't messed with his love for her. He knew she had doubted him for a little while, not knowing how he really felt. In fact, for a while he hadn't even known how he felt. After a couple of weeks though he'd been excited about Emily's daughter wanting to live with them; it was like adding to the family.

He sighed, pushing Clooney from his lap, feeling his phone vibrating in his pocket. Retrieving it from its encasement, he glanced at the picture dancing across the screen. It was a picture of Emily, taken after their one year anniversary. It was a Saturday morning and the sunlight had filtered in through the window, casting rays across the bed and Emily. She was wrapped in a sheet, although it barely covered the essentials, her hair was splayed out around her creating a halo-esque type image, with a small smile on her lips, she looked like an angel. He'd quickly snapped a photo, knowing he might not see her so peaceful again. When she had seen the photo, she had demanded he delete it or at least take if off as his contact photo for her; her excuse was she didn't want him to get caught with a photo of her like that on his phone by Hotch.

He smiled, answering the phone with thoughts of a happier, simpler time.

'Hey babe,' he said by way of greeting.

'Hey, it's me Em. Where are you?

'My house. I'm feeding Clooney.'

'OK, well Monique lands at Dulles in half an hour, so I'll meet you here soon and then we can go from here?' Emily asked.

'You, I'll see you soon sweetheart,' Derek replied, standing from the couch.

'Bye, love you,' she replied, before hanging up.

Derek smiled nervously. He was excited but way more nervous; he really wanted Monique to like him and that they would get along, much more for Emily's sake then his.