A/N: Thank you guys for your reviews, I'm telling you: I am almost more excited to read your reviews as you are to read the story. Even though I should be heading to bed, I can't deny you guys another chapter since you were so awesome to review the last one! Emily's POV again : )

XOXO, K.

…3 weeks later…

"Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans."

–John Lennon

Emily looked into the mirror again puzzled. She didn't look any bigger. The pants had fit when she tried them on in the store. She tried the scale again. 4 lbs heavier. Well, that could be because of all the food she'd been eating, she rationalized. She lifted up her shirt, there was no noticeable difference.

She sighed. Things for the last few weeks had been good borderline on excellent considering the past. Ian had not once brought up the baby issue. He'd since then devoted almost 90 % of his waking hours to Declan, getting to know him again, spending time with him. She would've said they'd not fought, but that would be the fairytale. Of course they'd fought, but it was different now. Ian had started leaving when he felt himself get violent. He'd not raised his hand to her but once, and that had only been because she'd thrown a glass book end at him first. They'd been arguing over his drinking and how it was becoming a problem. He had not had any more drinking benders since the baby fight, but she was worried how his drinking would affect Declan later on.

Other than that, Ian had come to bed every night, had been more loving to her than he had, even in Italy. She hadn't been planning on ways to leave every second she was alone. It had been like the nice beach vacation she'd always wanted when she'd worked at the BAU. She missed her friends though. She'd made periodic supervised phone calls to Hotch, even spoke on speaker with the rest of the team. They'd all understood her insistence that she and Declan needed some time away. She felt guilty though, everyone worked so hard on that team, and they all deserved a break… Emily didn't know how long this could continue before shit would hit the fan, but she had a feeling it was coming sooner than she wanted.

Declan was having the time of his life. He and Ian had gone riding every day since Ian's horse had arrived; with a surprise for her: Sergio. He now roamed the giant house all day with plenty of attention from everyone in it, including staff.

Now, however she was going with Ian out to lunch with some married business associates of his, and although she refused to be a part of anything to do with that life, was told she was to tag along, to chat with the other 2 wives… Yippee. She rolled her eyes. She had a beautiful flowy top on, paired with these adorable white pants…That she couldn't get fucking buttoned! She was about to give up entirely and tell Ian she wasn't going unless she was going in her birthday suit. She didn't want to EVEN go there. To say Ian was horny was an understatement. He'd barely been able to keep it in his pants lately and although she wasn't complaining, there was no reason to… provoke him.

Then it hit her, like a ton of bricks. Like a table leg to her stomach all over again. Like an asteroid in the desert. She hadn't even thought about getting pregnant. She figured she was older; her biological clock had been ticking anyways! Oh, god. She thought. She bent over the sink and instantly vomited. She couldn't be. No way. Jesus, she couldn't remember her last period, she'd been due to start the week they'd left, but she'd just assumed the stress had made her late. And completely forgotten all about it. She rinsed the sink out, reaching for her tooth brush. This was not good. While she may have not figured out when or how she was to leave, she'd never planned on staying forever… Oh my fucking god. She paled in the mirror. She felt like she was 15 all over again. She couldn't tell a soul. This is impossible. She looked down at the white pants again, putting her hand over her stomach, looking at the thin jagged white scar on her left side. What was she supposed to do?

"Emily are you almost done? We're going to be late." Ian said from the bedroom where he was watching Ireland play France in an intense soccer game. A look of panic washed over her face as she spit the toothpaste out and wiping her mouth. She felt immensely nauseous all of the sudden. She took the pants off, giving up, and stomped back into the bedroom to find something cute, but with elastic.

"Emily, what in god's name are you doing? We have to be there in 20 minutes." Ian griped from the bed where he was laying. "You already changed your shirt 4 times before this, now you're changing your pants?" He asked incredulously.

"Ian. Shut UP! I didn't want to go to this stupid lunch in the first place! Just let me change my goddamn pants!" She demanded. GOD he was so frustrating; it was maddening. Now made plainly aware of her situation, it was if she could feel the hormones swinging. She could feel his stare from across the room on her back. He was pissed and dumbfounded that she was, as her mother would said, "getting a tone," with him. Well, tough shit. She thought bitterly as she found a pair of white gaucho cotton pants that matched her shirt. She slipped them on and grabbed the white sandals that were sitting on the edge of the chest at the end of their bed.

"Well, let's go!" She commanded as she slipped the sandals on her feet. He clicked off the TV and walked over to her, hands on his hips.

"What's gotten into you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. His blue eyes piercing into hers, with an interrogative stare.

"Nothing." She grumbled as she grabbed the white multi colored Louis Vuitton purse from the dresser and slipping on her sunglasses so he could not see the emotions pouring from her eyes.

"Nothing? It doesn't sound like nothing." He said following her as she stomped from the bedroom down the hallway.

"Ian I said it's nothing. Let it go! We're gonna be really late as it is." She said throwing her arms in the air.

"I know we are, I'm the one who was reminding you the whole time you were in the bathroom." Ian said sardonically. He was walking a pace behind her, letting her stew in her own pissed off walk. She sighed aggravatededly. Men were such nagging pricks sometimes. Was it any wonder they said Margarita's were a girl's best friend? She made it to the front door without another word from him, before he grabbed her arm. She tried yanking away from him to no avail. He spun her around to face him.

"Emily. Either lose your attitude or tell me what's bothering you. But, I won't have you bitching for no reason." He let go of her arm and pushed the front door open for her. She stared at him for a long moment before sighing and took the hand he offered. He led her to the town car waiting for them and they drove to the restaurant without another word. She thought it best to not say anything; she tried to calm herself down. She had no intention of telling him what was really wrong just yet. Not until she had proof…

They got to the restaurant and had a long leisurely meal with 2 couples Ian was planning on doing business with. They were both Russian men, older, like Ian. With 20-something blonde Russian bombshell wives. Emily was forced to chit chat with these idiotic gold diggers as they chattered on about each other's diamonds and who had a nicer Rolls Royce. Emily rolled her eyes as the girls started a heated argument in hushed Russian about her. Thinking she couldn't understand them they argued about whether or not she was Ian's favorite prostitute. Probably, she snorted. Well, except she wasn't a prostitute per se. She took another long sip of her Iced Tea. She was already on her third one. She was absolutely dying of thirst and no matter how much she wanted one, a Long Island Iced Tea was out of the question…

Finally as the men shook hands laughing, the luncheon was over. Emily felt immensely tired. All she wanted to do was crash onto their big bed and take a nap, but they'd promised to take Declan out on the yacht this afternoon when they got back. Hopefully she could sunbathe on the yacht, and take a small nap in the sun. When they arrived home, Declan came running to greet them, he'd been riding his four wheeler from the looks of it. He was covered in dirt and had leaves sticking in his hair.

"Can we go on the boat now? Please! Please! Please!" He yelled excitedly jumping from the third step up to where they were standing in the foyer.

"Yes, son. We're going to go on the yacht now." Ian said smiling as Declan hugged him. It had taken some getting used to but Declan was really adjusting well to Ian. He'd even started calling him Dad occasionally. Emily couldn't help but smile. She'd tried so hard to hide Declan from Ian and his whole world, but she couldn't help but feel happy for the both of them that things were falling into place. Declan had no idea about Ian's business and Emily wanted it to stay that way forever. She knew Declan well enough to know he hated guns, so she was sure he would never willingly follow in Ian's footsteps, but people change as they grow. She smiled and said she would be right back, she wanted to go put her purse away and change into her bathing suit.

5 minutes later she returned after vomiting yet again and wearing her black one piece bathing suit. She'd opted out of the bikini for obvious reasons. She knew there was no way she was showing yet, but paranoia led her to the one piece.

They spent the rest of the day lounging around on the yacht, Emily got the nap she'd been needing as Ian rubbed sun tan lotion onto her back as he listened to Declan's excited chatter about the ocean, the different fish he knew about, and Finding Nemo which he'd still had yet to watch. As they cruised back into the pier Emily sat up yawning, watching as the sun set against the ocean. It was gorgeous to watch. She leaned unconsciously against Ian's shoulder. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. As she watched the sun go down, she couldn't help but wonder if the Sun was going down on her other life, or Rising up in a new one. She glanced quickly down at her stomach.

What in the world was she supposed to do now? She thought…