When Nothing Goes as Planned
Week 17
When Emily had woken up this morning she had been surprised to find the sun shinning through the windows of her bedroom. It had been raining more or less non stop for over a week and Emily had found it extremely boring, so seeing that the sun was up improved her mood a lot, especially after what had happened with her and Hotch. She had not heard from him at all since his proposal to which she had said no, so when he called her and asked her if she would like to go to the beach with him and Jack, Emily had happily said yes.
So now she was lying on her big green and pink beach towel with her face turned towards the bright blue sky, trying to get a little color on her so very pale skin. She was only wearing her black bikini and at first she had not felt comfortable wearing so little clothing in front of Hotch, but then Emily had reminded herself that he had already seen her naked, so she pushed the thought aside and tried to enjoy the warmth of the sun on her skin, but Emily did not get to do that for very long. After five minutes she felt someone walk in in front of her blocking the sunlight. Emily opened her eyes and saw Hotch standing there with his hands on his hips. "Do you mind? You are blocking the sun."
"You're getting a bit red on your chest," he said, "maybe you should turn over."
Emily sat up so she was leaning on her arms. "Well if you have noticed, then my stomach has gotten quite big over the last 17 weeks and I'm no longer able to lay on it."
"I can fix that," Hotch said and sat down beside the towel, "move over." Emily did as he said and then moved the towel to the side and dug a hole in the stand with his hands. When he was done he moved the towel back over the hole and smiled at her. "Now there is room for the twins."
Emily laughed and laid down on her stomach. "Oh this is great! I wish I could get a bed like this at home. I really miss sleeping on my stomach. Thank you!" she said and laid her head down on folded arms as she watched him walk back to Jack with a smile on his face. Jack waved at Emily with his shovel before handing it to his father, so he again can help him with the sand castle.
Hotch filled a bucket with sand, quickly turned it upside down and then clapped it on the top before pulling it slowly up and revealing what is going to be a small sand house next to the castle, when Jack is finished with it. "I have made another house," Hotch said.
Jack walked around the castle and sat down next to his father. "It's a bit crooked, daddy."
"Well it's a old house. Old houses are crooked."
"Grandma lives in a old house and that's crooked. I'm sure Emily can make one that isn't crooked." Jack turned to look at her. "It's that right?"
Emily laughed. "That is so true Jack. If I had made it, then it wouldn't have been crooked at all."
"This house is, but if don't like it, then you can just make another one by yourself."
"No, no it's fine, daddy," Jack quickly said before his father can squash the sand house. Hotch smiled, he knew Jack would say that, because he can figure out how to make the houses himself. He looked back at Emily just in time to see her shake her head at him. With a small laugh Hotch turned back to help Jack make holes in the front, so it looked like there were windows and a door in the little sand house. Jack also laid seaweed and shells on the top of it so it had a roof. "All done!So can we do something else now, daddy?"
"What about the castle? It isn't done yet and I thought you wanted to make more houses."
"It's boring now and we only need one house."
"Why only one house?"
Jack pointed at the four holes in the top of the sand house and said, "That is the window in my room and that's the window in peanut one's room and that's peanut two's room." Jack pointed at the last hole and tilted his head to the side. "You and Emily will have to share a room, because there's only one room left and she need to be close to the babies, but if you don't wanna share with her, then you can just sleep on the couch."
Emily laughed. "I like your way of thinking Jack."
Jack looked confused at Hotch. "I don't know means."
"It means that Emily thinks I should sleep on the couch," Hotch said and then leaned down to Jack and whispered in his ear. Jack giggled and nodded his head with a big grin on his lips.
"What are you two planning?" Emily asked a bit concerned.
"Nothing," Jack said innocently and grabbed one of his buckets walking quickly towards Emily and before she get a chance to move away the contents of the bucket is one her back. She squealed loudly as the still wet seaweed hit her back. "You will pay for this Hotchner!" Emily got to her feet and quickly started running after Hotch.
The seaweed fell to the ground and Jack laughed as he watched Emily chase after his father. "Run daddy, run! You can't let her get you, she's a girl!" he yelled happily as his cheeks started hurting from smiling so much.
"You shouldn't be running!" Hotch yelled over his shoulder at Emily.
"You shouldn't let your son do all your dirty work, just because you know I can't get mad at him. And I can run all I want," Emily yelled back at him, but then stopped her running. To run, yell and laugh at the same time made it quite hard for Emily also to breath.
"Are you okay?" Hotch asked and walked back to her.
Emily hit his shoulder lightly and then felt rather awkward staring this close to him wearing so little clothes, but Hotch did not seem to noticed. He just stood there looking at her with a smile on his lips. "I'm sorry I said no."
Hotch knew right away what she was referring to. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek and then laid his hand on her stomach. "I'm sorry I asked."
Emily laid her hands on top of his on her stomach. "When I said I don't love you, I didn't mean it like that, because I do love you, just not in the right way."
"I know," Hotch said and pulled Emily into a hug.
She rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his back. "So you aren't mad at me?"
"No, I'm not mad at you," he said and ran his fingers up and down her back. "Are you mad at me?"
"No." Emily shook her head and pressed herself more firmly against Hotch. "Is it just me or is it getting pretty cold."
"Well you aren't wearing that much clothes," Hotch said with a grin and moved out of the embrace. "But I think you're right. You should probably put some more clothes on and I will try and get Jack into his shirt, which will be easier said than done."
"Good luck with that," Emily said and just as they were about to walk to their things when Jack came running to them with his shirt in his hand. "I think it's going to rain. So can you turn my shirt the right way daddy, so I can put it on?"
"That was easy." Hotch grinned. "I don't think it's going to rain Jack."
Emily looked up at the sky that now was full of clouds and then she felt a drop of rain on her forehead. "I think Jack is right," she said and felt another raindrop on her face, then one on her shoulder and soon the rain was falling fast. Hotch, Emily and Jack quickly ran back to their things. Hotch picked up the big parasol and opened it. He placed it in the sand while Emily gathered their things and laid it under the parasol so it would not get too wet. "How long till the rain will sink through the fabric," she asked as she pulled a shirt over her head and sat down on her towel.
"I think we should be fine and if not, then we will just have to run to the car." Hotch sat down next to her. "Jack get out of the rain!"
"No daddy, the rain is great!" Jack said and spun around in the rain with his arms stretched out and his face tuned towards the sky.
Hotch was just about to say something again, when Emily said. "Let him play. It makes me happy to watch him and if he get's sick, then I will come over and babysit him."
Hotch looked over at Emily and when he saw the smile on her face he sighed. "I will take you up on that."
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