Ok, this took longer than I expected to update. Now that it's summer, I have more time so it shouldn't take as long!

I've noticed a lot of things about myself since I gave birth to Henry. Instead of joining in on a conversation between Rossi, Seaver and Reid, I am organizing the table of food to make sure when little hands grab for something they don't knock the rest of the table over. Messy stuff that is prone to being knocked over further back so they have to ask for help, healthy finger foods closer to the front, and the spicy foods completely out of reach so children's faces aren't searing in pain.

I am perfectly content with observing the antics of my son and my man. It's not often I get to see them play; work is constantly in my way. It's an even nicer treat to see Hotch and Jack joining in on the fun. I grab the pitcher of lemonade off of the table and immediately brace myself. I see Penelope Garcia making a beeline for me and I don't know why, I just know that I will spill this drink if she runs into me.

I was right, I would spill.

"PG, I have lemonade down my dress now!" I glare playfully in her direction.

"Oh, no…We'll have to fix that! Come on!" She grabs my arm and drags me towards the house; she seems to be on a mission.

I move to the kitchen sink and start to dab some damp paper towels on my dress to cleanse it of lemonade. I turn towards her and see that she is bobbing up and down.

"What is your problem? You seem…a little crazy- crazier than usual."

She breaks into a grin, "What would you say if I spilled that lemonade on you on purpose?"

I stare at her, "What? Why would you do that? I do NOT want to be sticky!"

"To get you alone, of course!"

I roll my eyes, "You could have just asked to talk to me alone."

"Yes, but this way it would seem less suspicious."

"No one was watching, PG. You lemonaded me for no reason."

I dab more napkins on my chest…if Will were here right now, I'm certain he would be staring. I watch Pen for a second, curiosity getting the better of me.

She smiles at me, clearly waiting for a question. She always does this. Granted, without fail, she always has something interesting to say.

"Ok, Pen, why did you want me alone?"

She squeals slightly before starting, "I think Derek and Emily are together. And by together I mean totally doing it, probably with handcuffs because I just imagine they like it rough. I don't know HOW together but they were just kissing in my kitchen."

It has taken years of practice to keep up with her hyperspeed babbling, but I'm positive that I heard her correctly, "Kissing?"

"Yes."

"In this kitchen?"

"In. My. Kitchen."

I turn and look out the kitchen window, Penelope immediately joins me. Glancing over the people outside I spot Derek playing with Jack and Henry and Emily talking to Ashley and Dave. I go to say something to Pen when we see Emily glance in Derek's direction. It's a look that no one else would notice unless you knew what to look for, but there was definitely something between them.

"Oh my god! What if she's pregnant?"

"PG! What the hell? You just found out that they're together…can't that be enough?"

"Well, if she's not pregnant, she's certainly looking at him interacting with your son and enjoying the picture!"

She squeals and claps.

I keep watching the agents outside, "We can't say anything. If I know anything about these two, it's that they are intensely personal and careful with relationships. They'll probably want to see where it's going before telling any of us."

"I know…but we can if we catch them in the act!"

She darts out of the kitchen before I can stop her. I dry my hands and rejoin the group outside. I can't help but think about how perfect Emily and Derek are for each other. It's a wonder that they hadn't figured this out before.

I have got to give PG some credit, even though she is dying to hug Emily and Derek and rant about how awesome it is, she is restraining herself from ruining it for them. It has not however stopped her from coming to me during various parts of this party and whispering things that they've been doing; shared glances, a brush of fingertips, and a secret smile.

I am fairly certain that most of the team will figure it out before they decide to go public, that's something that you get used to when working in close courters with a bunch of profilers. Apparently everyone, including Reid, knew about Will and I before I even told them.

Night has fallen and Rossi revealed to us that he had brought some fireworks to make this more of a celebration. I'm sitting on a blanket with Henry, Penelope and Jack facing the expansive backyard. The rest of the team is nearby. Reid and Kevin have somehow ended up on PG's porch swing together, Will and Seaver occupied two lawn chairs and Rossi and Hotch were in charge of the explosives. As the colorful display begins, I feel a hand grab my arm. I turn to PG to find her pointing behind me.

A few yards behind the rest of us stand Emily and Morgan. He's behind her with his arms around her waist, her back nestled against his chest. Her arms rest on his. They are swaying slightly to the music playing from the sound system. She smiles as he whispers into her ear and leaves a soft kiss on her temple.

PG and I look at each other and smile. They don't seem to be too worried with being caught but are relishing in their secret moments.

"They are so cute," Pen whispers.

"Don't let Morgan hear you call him cute. He'll kick your butt." I respond, modifying my language because of innocent ears nearby.

"He seems oblivious to anything but her, I'm pretty sure I could call him some horrifying names before he took notice."

I take a quick glance back to find both of them approaching. Emily settles down next to me while Derek sits clear across the blanket next to PG.

"I was wondering where you two were, I thought you were going to miss Rossi trying to blow Hotch up," I quickly cover.

Emily laughs, "I would never miss that. That one just got distracted by the stereo system."

Derek shrugs, "I've been looking for a new one for some time, I was curious."

Henry turns to look back at us and holds his finger to his lips, as if our talking would drown out the fireworks. We all raise our hands in apology and watch the rest of the show in silence, smiling at the antics of the two senior members of the team.

Once the fireworks were done, and since it isn't too late, we light a fire in the fire pit so we can roast marshmallows. The boys, both the young and the old, don't seem to mind at all. We ladies sit back and watch the men get the fire going.

"Ten bucks says Reid gets burnt at least a little," Ashley jokes.

"Oh, definitely, I'll take that bet!" Derek calls from across the fire.

Reid looks from Seaver to Morgan and steps back a little from both, "Should I be worried?"

"Reid, don't worry, it won't count if THEY set you on fire. You have to do it yourself," I smile reassuringly at him.

He doesn't look too pleased.

Derek walks over and sits next to Emily by the fire, handing her some chocolate and a graham cracker. He takes one of the sticks and puts a marshmallow on the end and proceeds to roast is perfectly for her. I watch Henry stare at Derek in awe, amazed at his skill with fire. Little boys are so easily impressed.

"Derek?"

Derek finishes constructing Emily's smore and turns to my son, "Yes, little man?"

Henry holds out his own marshmallow stick, "Can you roast mine too?"

Emily smiles as Derek gladly accepts the offered stick, "sure thing."

Henry smiles and watches the fire for a second before turning back, "Derek?"

"Yea?"

"Is Emily your girlfriend?"

Derek doesn't even try to mask his grin, "Yes, yes she is."

There is a flurry of motion around the fire. I watch Hotch handing Rossi a twenty. PG stands up and rushes over to Emily to hug her, squealing about how happy she is. Reid continues to roast his marshmallow to perfection with a smirk on his face. Yea, I guess we all knew.

Thanks for reading, reviewing and baring with me for the slow updates! I promise they'll come faster now that school is done for the semester!