Ian was released from the hospital around a week later. It took another 3 weeks for him to fully recover after that. Emily helped him a lot throughout those weeks and her knowledge of him grew a lot more. How he could watch Harry Potter for days on end if given the chance, his love for mint choc chip ice cream. Something he always asked for with the claim this it would make him better quicker.

Laying in bed one night Emily wondered about her baby. Was it a boy or a girl? What would they call it? "Ian"

"Yes dear Emily." He responded,reaching out to stroke her face. "What do you think it is?" She asked, pausing a second,"the baby." She clarified.

"I don't know em. A boy maybe. But it could quite as easily be a girl." He responded. "What about you, what do you think it is?"

"I think it's a boy, but who knows."

Ian smiled "I'd like it to be boy. I mean I'll love a little girl to but I really want a little boy."

Emily smiled, she wanted a boy to. Boys had to be easier to raise than girls. "I understand." She told him smiling before leaning over to kiss him goodnight.

"You off to sleep?" Ian asked.

"Yeah, hopefully. I'm tired."

"Why hopefully em?" Ian asked her, unaware that she had been having sleeping problems recently.

"Baby's nocturnal." She responded grumpily.

Ian laughed; stopping upon reviving a deathly glare of Emily. "oh Em. Can't you stop it from kicking in there."

"Let's think about his Ian. If I could stop it I would have stopped it!" She snapped.

"Em?" Ian asked - a tone of concern in his voice. He had never heard her snap before. "Everything alright?" He asked.

She managed to respond with a short and simple "no" before bursting into tears.

"Em? What's wrong sweetheart?" He asked, never having seen her like this before. Looking at her for a moment he wrapped his arm round her and pulled her close. "Please tell me."

"It's just my hormones." Emily responded sighing, trying to compose herself. "They're all over the place."

"Oh Em... You'll be alright." He responded, rubbing her back gently trying to calm her down and help her drift off to sleep with the hope she would be feeling less emotional in the morning.

Emily drifted off to sleep a few minutes later. Curled into him as close as she could with her hand protectively on her growing baby bump. Ian watched her sleep for a while, looked at her belly. Thought of how wonderful it was going to be to have a child of his own.

Drifting off into sleep himself he had a dream about his life with the baby. The baby and Emily. Happily ever after. He dreamt about marrying Emily. Living the rest of his life with Emily.

Waking up in the morning he watched Emily sleep for a while. Carefully not waking her when he got out of bed to make them breakfast. He decided now was the time to propose to her.

Making up a fruit salad; knowing Emily needed healthy food now she was pregnant he thought about how he would ask Emily. And worried about whether she too shared the same feelings as him.

Putting everything on a tray he got his grandmothers gold chain necklace and put that on the tray too.

Sitting down next to Emily after handing her the bowl he looked her lovingly in the eyes. "Emily prentiss." He picked up the box and opened it. "Will you marry me?" He asked, handing her the gold chained necklace.

Emily was initially shocked to silence, she did not expect this from him so soon. "Yes." She eventually managed to respond in a girly squeal she would forever be embarrassed by. Hugging Ian before continuing eating her breakfast she wondered whether she should let her mom know. It was probably a good idea to tell her before someone else did, although she was slightly worried about the response as Emily had not known Ian and to her mother he was completely unknown.