Emily shook her head as she stood above the stove, her right hand continuously stirring the sauce she was making for the family's lunch. Her eyes closed slowly, her head spinning as she felt the steam from the pot turn into droplets of sweat that prickled her face. "Aaron?"
The older man looked up from his crossword and over to his wife, watching as she turned the stove's burner on low and turn to him. "Is everything ok?"
Emily tried for a small smile as she held one hand to her forehead and the other to her stomach. "I think I need to sit down for a second, I'm getting kind of lightheaded over here." She gestured to the pot behind her. "Do you think you could…?"
Hotch was already on his feet, his hands on the younger woman's hips. "You've been feeling really bad lately, Em."
The brunette gave a snort before covering the older man's hands, feeling the sweat from her face begin to bead and roll down her slender neck. "Like that hasn't been obvious."
"Em…"
Emily shook her head, moving out of her husband's grasp and slowly making her way out of the kitchen. "I'll be fine soon, Aaron. It's just a bug."
Hotch watched with worried eyes as the younger woman quickly made her way down the hall, and he let out a sigh as he heard the bathroom door slam. "Hey kids?"
All of the children looked up from their activities at the dining room table, their tiny heads looking through the doorway and into the kitchen.
"How about we all do something for mommy, huh?"
…
Emily's eyes rolled before her foot stomped on the tiled ground, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she shook her head. She felt tears in her eyes as she threw the offending item into the bathroom trashcan.
"Hey Em? Come out here, please!"
The brunette sucked in a breath before wiping the tears from her eyes before straightening her shoulders. She quickly grabbed at the doorknob before walking out of the small room, and her eyes widened when she saw what was waiting for her.
All four children were standing side by side, each with homemade cards in their hands. "Feel Better!"
Emily bit her lip as she made her way to the children, her eyes moving up to look at the cheery smile on her husband's face. "Aaron?"
The older man smiled. "We didn't really know what to do, so we kind of jus-"
"Aaron I need to talk to you."
Hotch's eyebrows furrowed before he quickly rounded the small line the children were making, his hands going to Emily's shoulders. "What's wrong?"
The brunette sighed. "Well nothing wrong, per say."
"Then why-"
"Just give me a chance t-"
"Is this about you feeling bad for the las-"
"Aaron ju-"
"Emily, what is it?"
Emily's eyes stung as she looked up to the older man, her teeth gnawing into her bottom lip. "Aaron, I'm pregnant."