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Epilogue time! Sorry it's so late. I want to say thank you to all the reviewers and readers :) You guys make my day every day!

Penelope sat in front of the mirror, looking at her appearance before her wedding. Her hair was down in its natural waves and she had an orchid weaved into it. A matte wine-colored lipstick had been applied to her lips and her brown eyes were shining with anticipation. She tilted her lips up into a smile and looked down at her glittering diamond ring.

She was going to be married to the love of her life.

It had been a year since Harold had taken her captive and she'd begun to heal marvelously until she had her appearance back to complete normalcy. However, she was still having problems healing mentally. Her therapist had suggested on more than one occasion she might have PTSD and the thought scared the hell out of her. But she fought it. Daily. She managed to pick herself up from the hell she was in and fight it.

And Derek had been there every step of the way.

She tensed up when the door opened and Hotch poked his head in. Giving her one of his rare smiles, he asked, "So…you ready to make the journey down the aisle?"

Shakily, she rose from the seat in front of the mirror and nodded. "I am," she said with confidence. "Thanks for agreeing to walk me down the aisle. I really do appreciate it." She smiled widely. Looking down at the floor, she rubbed her temple tiredly.

"Is anything wrong?" he asked gently.

She looked back up at him and wrung her hands together nervously. "I guess I am a little nervous," she whispered. "It's just that I've been really difficult to deal with, being all…well, you know. I've been waking up screaming, I jump at almost everything. I've been allowed back to work, but I still don't feel quite right. It's just too weird. I feel like a stranger in my own body. And Derek's been so good and attentive, but I worry that I'm going to drive him away if I'm not careful."

"You don't need to worry about a single thing," Hotch told her calmly. "You're the love of that man's life. He cares about you more than anything in the world. And he would never abandon you for any reason whatsoever. He would do everything to help you." His smile widened. "I don't think I've ever seen him as happy as when he's with you. Fran says the exact same thing. I'd say she's as excited for that baby as her son is." He motioned to Penelope's fully pregnant belly.

Penelope looked down at her belly and rested her hands on it, smiling the whole time. "You know, bossman, we've been thinking about names for the little girl here and I've got a favorite one that I wanted to run by you."

He arched a brow at her. "Sure, what is it?" he asked.

She smiled and looked back up at him. "If you're okay with it, I'd like to name her Haley," she said. He was silent for a moment and his face expressionless and for a moment she feared he might be upset with it.

But instead he smiled and murmured, "I think Haley will suit your daughter well." His eyes had a soft look in them and he blinked a few times as if trying to hold back tears. He glanced at his watch and added, "Well, it's time to get you down the aisle. Don't want you to be late for your own wedding, do we?"

Rising from her chair, she shook her head. "No, we most certainly do not," she said. "I don't want Morgan to be up there too long. He might sweat through his tux."

Hotch laughed and offered her his arm. "Then let's get you down there."

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The sounds of waves crashing against the beach hit Penelope's ears when they arrived at the beach house where they were spending the night before they left for their honeymoon. Derek opened the door on her side of the car and took her hand. She smiled brilliantly at him and let him pull her by the waist into a kiss. "Hey there, hubby," she said huskily. She trailed her fingers up the front of his chest and she started to unbutton his shirt. "You ready for our wedding night? I hear sex after marriage is wonderful." Her voice had turned to a purr and she scratched at his sternum with nails.

"I don't know, I'd say the sex before we were married was pretty good too," he said, pulling her by the forearms towards the sand. The light of the full moon lit up his face and he smiled his pearly grin that made her heart turn to butter. "It led to this lovely baby."

She giggled as he buried his face in her neck. "Hmm," she said. "It did, didn't it?" She felt a shiver of delight race up her spine as his skillful fingers began to unzip the back of her wedding dress and it fell down her body until she was standing in nothing but her strapless bra and panties. His eyes drank in the sight of her and he pulled her against his body again to kiss her even deeper than before. Her fingers tangled in his shirt and a soft moan escaped her lips. "Derek..." she gasped as he slid his hand under the waistband of her panties.

"Yeah, baby?" he murmured against her lips.

"Please, please tell me you're going to make love to me on this beach," she said, her voice getting higher as he took off her bra and cupped her breasts in his hands.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, teasing her with his lips.

"Don't make me beg, Hot Stuff," she whispered hoarsely as he kissed his way along her collarbone. "I swear to God if you make me beg you'll wish –" He silenced her by grasping her lips in his again. Slowly the two of them sank to the sand and Derek ran his hands over the bump where their child was.

"I'm so happy right now," he said against her creamy skin.

Pulling his face up to look him in the eye, she whispered, "I love you, Derek. So, so much." She smiled lovingly at him and stroked his cheek.

"Love you too, Baby Girl," he said and they began to make love in the sand with the sound of the waves in the background.