Her dark eyes shot open as a tiny scream found its way into her bedroom. Emily gave a quick rub to her tired eyes before jumping out of bed, her bare feet hitting the floor hard a she ran from her room and into the hall. Her pulled back hair swung behind her as she quickly opened up the guest room door, her eyes going to the small girl that lay twisting and turning in her bed. "Oh Halie."

Emily quickly ran to the side of the young girl's bed, her hands gently shaking the brunette's shoulders. "Halie baby, wake up."

Halie let out another scream, her head shaking from side to side.

"Sweetheart, its me; its Emily." She bit her lip as the young girl did her best to wiggle out of her grasp. "Baby, I need you to wake up for me. Come on Halie, you can do it."

Halie pushed at the hands that shook her, unconsciously fighting the hands that had saved her in the first place.

Emily let out a gasp as a tiny pair of feet shoved themselves directly at her stomach, and her eyes immediately stung at the thought of the baby she was carrying. "Halie!"

Hotch found himself sprinting into the small bedroom, his eyes widening at the sight of Halie kicking her feet into the air and his wife leaning against the bedroom wall beside the bed with her hands clutching her small bump of a stomach. "Emily?"

Emily cried at the sight of her husband entering the room, a cramp-like pain spreading across the left side of her stomach. "Aaron, wake her up."

"Wh-"

"Just wake her up!"

Hotch scooped the small girl out of the bed and onto his hip, shushing her gently as her head laid against his shoulder. He let out a breath as Halie immediately calmed in his hold, and his eyes shot back at the brunette across from him. "What happened?"

Emily ignored the tears rolling down her cheeks before waving her hand towards the older man. "Aaron, I need a hospital."

"What happened, Emily?"

The younger woman groaned as the pain started once more, and she quickly stood up straight. "Halie kicked me, Aaron. She kicked me in her sleep and now it hurts."

Hotch's eyes widened before pulling his wife from the room and helping her down the steps. He banged on every one of his kids' doors before helping his wife into the kitchen, sitting her down before helping her with her shoes, keeping Halie glued to his hip. "Its gonna be ok, honey."

Emily cried, her hands shaking as they lay over her aching stomach. "I don't wanna lose the baby, Aaron."

"We're not losing them, Em. Its gonna be ok."

"You promise?"

The older man let out a sigh, knowing that that was one promise he didn't know he could make.