"You can't continue living at The Yoga Center," were the first words out of Reid's mouth. "The diet there isn't healthy for a pregnant woman. You'll need a lot more protein."

"And, the medical facilities in that area aren't exactly state of the art," was Hotch's concern. "There are a lot of things that can go wrong with twins. You'll need to be closer to more specialized medical care."

"Okay," Christine reluctantly sat back down. "Here is how this is going to go. I am currently staying here at the hotel while I look for an obstetrician who specializes in multiples. Once I have decided on a doctor, I will know which hospital I will be using and I will find a rental unit close to it."

"Garcia is already looking into doctors," Rossi contributed. "And, don't worry, I told her it was for one of my nieces."

"Okay, you have a plan," Hotch conceded. "But, we will still need DNA tests."

"And, you can't live by yourself," Reid protested. "What if something happens?"

"When I get close to my delivery date, I plan to hire a baby nurse," Christine told them. "That way, when the time comes, I won't be alone. And, Aaron, as far as the DNA tests are concerned - I assume you can probably haul me into court and force the issue. However, I also assume that the tests can be delayed until after the babies are born. As I said before, I don't care who the father is – These are my children!"

"Now – You can both leave!" she declared emphatically, pointing at the door.

Hotch looked at her thoughtfully. "Have you seen the gardens here?" he asked without preamble. "They are supposed to be quite beautiful."

Christine gave him a surprised look. "No. I arrived late yesterday afternoon, and haven't had time," she told him cautiously.

He stood up, walked over to her, and held out his hand.

"Let's take a walk," he suggested.

Christine hesitated.

"Come on," Hotch coaxed. "Afterwards, I can buy you lunch, or brunch, or whatever you want to call it." He looked at the room service tray sitting near the door with her untouched breakfast on it. "I have no doubt you are hungry."

Holding hands, Hotch and Christine wandered through the hotel's gardens, admiring and commenting on the various plants and flowers.

"Thank you for suggesting this," Christine said after they had strolled for a while. "It was getting a bit – intense – in there."

She sank down onto a bench and Hotch sat down next to her.

"You were starting to look a bit pale. I'm glad I could help," Hotch was watching her carefully. "You seem to have things pretty well planned out," he commented.

"Well, I have had experience with this," Christine reminded him. "And, I learned from my mistakes. Also, this time around, I have money. I can afford to do things right."

"There is one possibility you probably haven't considered," Hotch said slowly. He reached over and turned her face to look at him. "Marry me. I always wanted to have more children, but with all the problems Haley had, we couldn't." He hesitated a moment before adding, "Please, don't just automatically turn me down. Think about it!"

"Aaron," Christine breathed his name. "This is just like you. You instinctively want to do what is right. That's one of the things I love about you."

"However," she continued. "You don't even know if you are the father of one or both of these babies. And, what about Jack? Have you thought about him?"

"I don't care about whether or not I am the father," Hotch insisted. "I can deal with that. And, as for Jack, he will love having siblings."

"Aaron, think about it!" Christine insisted. "Jack is what – eleven now? He is old enough to understand what is going on. What are you going to tell him? 'Hey, Jack, Buddy, you might remember this woman from three years ago when she showed up at one of your soccer games. Anyway, I'm going to marry her and bring her into our home. And, by the way, we are going to have two babies who are undoubtedly going to take up most of our time, because that's what babies do. So, Sorry, Buddy, but you are about to be relegated to second place.' "

"That's not right!" Christine insisted. "Jack is now and always should remain your first priority."

Hotch looked at her sadly. "I know we could make it work," he maintained. "Think about it - Please?"

He stood up and held his hand out. "Now, let me feed the three of you," he said as he helped her up and began leading the way back to the hotel.