When Nothing Goes as Planned


Week 19

"Your mother?" Hotch asked surprised and got up from his chair and walked around the desk to the window where he saw ambassador Elizabeth Prentiss standing next to Emily's desk talking to Rossi. "Why is she here?"

"I told her," Emily said without looking at Hotch.

"Told her? Told her what?"

"About the twins of course. What else could I have told her that would freak me out like this?"

"Well I thought you were freaking out because she is here."

"I am." Emily sighed and turned towards Hotch. "I am 38 – going to be 39 soon – and I'm still afraid of my mother. What is wrong with me?"

"There's nothing wrong with you," Hotch said with a small smile and walked over to Emily. "Okay, if I have to be honest then you're a bit crazy, but that has nothing to do with all of this."

"Ha ha," Emily said sarcastic hitting Hotch on the shoulder before folding her arms over her stomach. "What if she isn't happy about all of this?"

"Then it's her problem not ours," Hotch said and laid a hand on her stomach. "We don't need her blessing to love our girls."

Emily nodded. "I know. It's just she is my mother and I want her to be happy for me, because I'm so happy. You, Jack and the babies make me so happy," she said with a smile.

"Me too," Hotch whispered and kissed the side of her head as he slowly ran his hand over her stomach. "Do you want me to come with you when you go talk to your mother?"

"Yes please," Emily said and almost added, 'then maybe she won't say anything rude to me'. She shook the thought out of her head and then toke a few deep breaths and stood up a little straighter. "Let's go." She then turned and walked out of the office with Hotch right behind her. Emily had felt brave as she walked out the door, but as she came down the stairs and her mother turned to look at her, all her bravery disappeared. The ambassador looked her daughter up and down, her eyes resting on her stomach much longer than anywhere else. Emily felt naked under her mother's glance and wanted to cover herself up.

"It was quite an interesting card I got this morning, Emily," Elizabeth said, "and I see you wasn't just doing it for fun."

Emily was unable to read her mother's face and that made her feel unconfortable. "No I really am pregnant, with twins," she said, shifting weight from one foot to the other.

"With girls, right?" Elizabeth said looking at Emily, who nodded. "And you are the father, right?" she asked turning towards Hotch.

"Yes ma'am."

Dave was sitting on the edge of Emily's desk, looking back and forth between the three of them said, "Maybe this isn't the right place to be discussing this."

"You are completely right Agent Rossi," Elizabeth said looking from Dave to Hotch. "And I'm sure Agent Hotchner will give my daughter the rest of the day off, so she can spend it with her mother."

"Of course." Emily's head snapped up and she sent Hotch a look that obviously said 'I can't believe you just did that!'. But unluckily for Emily, Hotch was just as afraid of her mother as she was herself. "We don't have a case, so I don't see any reason why Prentiss can't take the rest of the day off."

"That's very nice of you," Elizabeth said and then turned to her daughter. "Let's go get some lunch, Emily. We have a lot to talk about." She turned on her heal and headed towards the glass doors.

"You are going to pay for this, Hotchner!" Emily hissed, before slowly following her mother.

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Emily sat at the table across from her mother waiting in silent for her to get mad or at least start asking questions concerning her pregnancy and relationship to Hotch. But even as they waited for their foot to arrive Elizabeth talked about anything, but that exact subject. It made Emily nervous and she picked her nails like crazy, but when one tore too close to the cuticle and started to bleed Emily decided to make the first move and just get it over with. "So are you going to ask?"

"Ask about what?" Elizabeth asked, taking a sip of her wine.

Emily sighed. "About me being pregnant."

"Well there isn't much to talk about, is there? You're 19 weeks pregnant, so I know that you are keeping them and not going to do what you did in Rome."

Emily could not believe what her mother had just told her. How did she know about that? Emily certainly did not tell her. She was just about to open her mouth and ask when the waiter came with their food. 'Bad timing,' Emily thought, but she politely thanked the waiter for the food and waited till he was out of earshot before saying, "But how did you know about Rome?"

Elizabeth put her fork and knife down and then looked up at her daughter with a small smile. "I'm your mother, Emily. Of course I knew."

"How?"

"Well, you have always been such a happy and smiley girl, even with constant moving, so when you all of the sudden became quiet and withdrawn I knew something was wrong. So when I noticed you missed your period, you being pregnant was the only explanation I could come up with."

She had been 15 years old, scared and all alone with this, and here her mother was, telling her she knew all bout it. Emily wanted to cry, she wanted to scream. If it had not been for Matthew, Emily did not know what she would have done. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I thought you would come to me, when you were ready."

A tear ran down Emily's lift cheek. "That I would come to you? I was so terrified of what you might do if you found out, and then you already knew!"

"Would you have told me the truth, if I had asked what was going on?" Elizabeth asked as she laid her hand on top of Emily's, but Emily pulled her hand back and used it to wipe the tear of her cheek. "You wouldn't have, would you?"

Emily shook her head and said, "Probably not." Then she laid her hands on her stomach. Talking about the child she got have had made her feel sad, especially knowing that he would have been 22 years old now. And yes he. In Emily's mind it had been a boy – Luka. He would have dark hair and brown eyes just like her and John, and he might even have her dimples. Even though Emily often spend a lot of time thinking about the child she could have had, then she did not regret having the abortion. She was only 15 and no where near ready to become a mother. It was not meant to be, not like it was now. Now she was going to be a mother, and she would do anything in her power to make sure her daughters know they were loved.

"So, what is going on between you and agent Hotchner?"

Emily looked up at her mother confused. "What?"

"Well," Elizabeth bent down and got the sonogram picture from her back. "Here it says: 'Hi Mom, I thought you might wanted to know that I'm 19 weeks pregnant with twin girls (it's them at the front). So you are going to be a grandmother. Love Emily. PS. Aaron Hotchner is the father.' Please tell me why you thought it was a good idea to tell me about your pregnancy like this?"

Emily's cheeks started to burn. "I don't know."

"You could have called or face to face would have worked just as well," Elizabeth said and smiled when she noticed the expression on her daughter's face. She looked just like when she had been a little girl and gotten caught doing something she was not supposed to. Emily's cheeks were all flushed and she was biting her lower lip. "I'm a bit sad you didn't tall me earlier."

"I thought you would be mad."

"For God sake Em, you're a grown up woman. If not now then when else were you supposed to start having children?" Elizabeth asked.

Emily took a deep breath. "I'm not talking about me being pregnant. I'm talking about the other person involve in all of this."

"Agent Hotchner?" Elizabeth sat up a little straighter in her chair. "Well I would have hoped you would have chosen someone other than your boss, but at least he has good genes."

Emily smiled. This was nothing like she had expected. "He has good genes? Is that all you have to say about that?"

"No, there is another thing. I didn't get the feeling that the two of you are actually together. So how did all of this happen?"

Once again Emily felt quite uncomfortable. Telling her mother about her one-night stand, was not something she really wanted to do. "We kind of slept together."

"That much I figured," Elizabeth said with a laugh. "It was just supposed to be a one time thing?"

"It wasn't supposed to be anything," Emily said shaking her head. "We were both really drunk and somehow we ended up in bed together and woke up naked next to each other the next morning."

"So neither of you remember what happened?"

"Not at the time being, but we do now. Or at least I do."

"Was it good?"

"Mother!" Emily said shocked, but Elizabeth just laughed. "You can't tell that is the first time you have been asked that question?"

"It's not. JJ and Garcia have already asked me about it, but you're my mother. You're not supposed to ask me something like that!" Emily tried to sound firm, but looking at her mother's smiling face made her happy and she could not help but laugh as well. "So you're not mad at me?"

"What is there to be mad about? You are pregnant with two girl, who I'm sure will be absolutely adorable and you're happy."

"Thank you."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you, darling," Elizabeth said, taking Emily's hands in her own and this time Emily did not pull away. "I have always wanted to be a grandmother."