The older man kept his gaze on the brunette that continually made her way around the kitchen, her hands grabbing at every plate and napkin she could get before setting them on the dining room table that sat just in the next room. He could tell that she was exhausted by the way her eyes were drooping when she'd take a break in the middle of the kitchen, small beads of sweat running from her forehead and down her neck. "Emmy?"

Emily's eyes turned up from the counter and she gave a small smile, her body wobbling slightly. "Can I get you something, Aaron?"

Hotch immediately shook his head, standing from his seat before quickly wrapping his arms around his wife so he could keep her from falling on her face. "Sweetheart I'm just fine, I don't need anything. I do think that you should maybe sit down though."

The brunette bit her lip before giving a slow shake of the head, her hands covering his that lay on her hip. "No, I'm ok."

"Emily, don't fight me on this." He let his eyes bore into hers, watching as her features softened under his gaze. "You need to rest for a while, ok?"

Emily let out a sigh before nodding, wiggling her way out of her husband's arms before giving the tiniest smile. "Alright." She held up a finger. "But I'm not 'resting' as in going to sleep. I'm just going to go and sit down for a couple of minutes."

Hotch gave a smile before leaning in and pecking the younger woman on her lips. "We'll talk later, ok? Love you."

Emily surprised herself with a girlish giggle that erupted from her throat, and she nodded before laying a hand over her belly. "I love you too."

She took a deep breath as she made her way into the living room, finding two of the four children sitting on the floor and playing with their toys. She smiled slightly as she walked over to the kids, sitting behind their tiny bodies on the couch and watching them turn their heads to look her way. "Hey you guys. What are you up to?"

Peyton shook his head before pointing to his mother. "You all wet, mommy!"

Emily's eyebrows scrunched before she brought her fingers up to her forehead. She let out a laugh when she saw the perspiration on her fingertips, and she looked back down to her son. "It's called sweat, baby. It's kind of icky, but it just means that I'm really hot. And when I'm hot, I sweat."

"Why?"

"Because when my body's temperature goes up, my body needs to cool itself down."

"Why?"

"So I can feel better, cooler and so I can have less of a headache, baby."

"Why?"

Emily shook her head before smiling down at her son, crossing her legs before her fingers itched their way along her knee. "Why what, bud?"

Peyton's eyes immediately widened. "Uh…"

The older woman let out a laugh before bending down, picking her giggling son up off of the floor and settling him in her lap. "You're just silly, aren't you?"

"No!"

"Oh, I think you are."

"No I not!"

"You sure about that, Peyton?"

"No!"

Emily laughed before tickling her son's little belly, smiling when his tiny laugh echoed through her ears. "Do you even know what you're saying?"

Halie watched the mother and son just a few feet away from her, and her eyes stung slightly as she took in the scene before her. The brunette woman held her son to her chest, her arms wrapped around his tiny waist after the laughter slowly settled down. "Emily?"

The older woman looked up from her son and watched as Halie stood from her spot on the floor, a smile spreading across both their faces. "What is it, sweetie?"

Halie's eyes cast downward towards her feet before she scuffed her bare foot across the floor. "Can I sit with you and Peyton?"

Emily's teeth bit into her bottom lip as she looked to the young girl, watching as the child's hair fell in front of her face. She nodded her head before setting her son down on her left, her arm still around his waist before waving to the little girl with her free hand. "Get over here, baby."

The young brunette looked up from her feet and smiled wide, running towards the older woman and jumping onto the couch. She snuggled into the older woman's side, giggling as her arm made her way around her waist and tugging her closer to her side. "Yous are really soft, Emily."

Emily grinned down to the young girl before laying a kiss to her small forehead, mimicking the action on her son's not a moment later. "Thank you, Halie. I try."