Hotch stares at the frustrated face of his agents as they await Morgan and Prentiss. He can see anger, fear, grief, so many emotions that normally don't colour them all. Sure certain cases hit different agents a little harder but he can think of only one other time that the entire team was so emotionally involved. He sighs.

"Hailey, please help us," he thinks to himself. "Help me figure out how to clear their hearts and minds to stop this man before he kills again."

He glances around once more, this time meeting the steady gaze of Dave Rossi. The older man just lifts an eyebrow, a subtle inquiry as to whether Hotch needs to talk or not. Hotch lets out a breath and leans forward on the table, turning his attention from his mentor. Before he can speak, Morgan and Prentiss walk in. He looks hopefully at them.

"Lead?"

Emily shrugs. "Manager confirmed the guy stayed there. No i.d. taken because he paid in cash. Nothing remarkable about him. Even his accent was very plain."

Rossi nods. "Matches what our car salesman said. I think he at one time had an accent of some sort and forced himself to lose it."

Hotch nods. "That would make sense. But what doesn't is he still has a bit of flash to him. Rossi, you said he had a muscle car?"

Reid responds instead. "A classic one. I showed our witness some pictures Garcia sent but he just wasn't sure what it was. Was torn between an old Camaro and an old Mustang."

"Shit," Hotch mutters. He notices JJ has been very quiet all afternoon. "JJ, anything good from the tip lines?" he asks to draw her into the investigation.

JJ shakes her head. "Not really. I had a couple that I called but I think it was more people hoping for a chance at the reward by turning in a jerk they know than having real information on Will's ki- -," she has to clear her throat. "Will's killer."

"I was afraid of that." He pats a stack of printouts in front of him. "These are from OCU. Guys, let's start to weed through them to see if we find anything that clicks. JJ, Emily, I think you all need to go?"

Emily studies her wife a moment, noticing that JJ is just staring at the table. Emily looks back at Hotch. "Yes. We need to get the kids ready and the funeral home wants to speak with Helen and us about what will be happening tomorrow and what Henry will need to help him get through the day."

Hotch nods. "Okay. We'll see you in a couple of hours. If you need anything give us a call."

Emily nods and stands. She pats JJ on the shoulder. The blonde takes a deep breath and stands. She takes a moment to stare each man in the eyes.

"Thanks for…for everything."

Rossi gives her a wink and a supportive smile. "Anytime, kid."

After the women leave, Hotch stands and shuts the door. "There was something I haven't told JJ or Captain Mueller in case it means nothing." He takes a deep breath. "Will helped arrest a man suspected of killing his wife. The man has ties to the Garibaldi crime family in New York."

"Oh, fuck," Reid mutters.

"Word on the street is he's got nothing to do with the crime up there but it is something we'll have to look into very carefully."

"So if Will is dead the guy could get off?"

Hotch shakes his head. "Doubtful. But it could delay the trial and maybe even get the guy a favorable deal. Mink is delving into that with OCU's help. If it starts to look like a viable lead, Rossi, Morgan, you'll head to New York on Sunday to meet up with Mink and whoever OCU sends." The men nod, glad they will not be sent away until after the funeral. "That said, we don't stop looking at other possibilities. Garcia, what do you have on parolees or families of inmates?"

"I have finished pulling anyone from Will's career that could use a look and I know you didn't ask me, but I'm also looking into his father's history. Someone may have gone after Will since his dad is dead."

Hotch nods. "Good idea. I was going to suggest you do that next. Kevin still helping you?"

Garcia glances at her watch. "For another 30 minutes then he has to leave to get to the airport. After that he'll help me down here on Sunday and if anything pops up tomorrow that has to be checked into. He flies back to Virginia Sunday night."

"Okay. Let's dive into the information in front of us and see what we can find in the next two hours. Then we'll head to the hotel to change and go to the wake."

The team nods and gets to work.

JJ is very quiet on the drive towards Helen and Will's house. Emily just holds her hand, knowing she'll speak when she's ready. It takes five minutes for JJ to finally admit what she's thinking.

"It could go cold, Em."

Emily nods. "I know. But we'll tear up every rock, stone and pebble before we let that happen."

"Yeah." She takes a deep breath. "I really wanted to tell Helen we had a solid lead or…or…or something."

"Me, too. And the guys and Garcia will work up until the last possible second before the wake and something tells me they will work some more when they get back to the hotel tonight. We will fight to make sure Henry has answers, Jen. I promise you."

JJ lifts Emily's hand and gives it a kiss. "I know. I love you, Emily."

"I love you, too, Jen."

When the women walk into the house they hear Henry crying. JJ sighs as they move towards the living room. They find Alan rocking the little boy in his arms as they sit on the sofa.

"Hey, Champ, you okay?" Emily asks.

"Want DADDY!" Henry hollers.

The women sigh, both had been hoping the little boy had a boo-boo. That they can fix; that they can kiss and make better. But this…this grief and anger over something he is too young to understand is hard to fix. JJ walks over and sits down beside them on the couch. She strokes a hand over his blonde hair, so much like her own.

"I wish I could help you understand this, Henry. I am so, so sorry."

Henry stares at her a moment then throws himself at her. Alan lets him go as she pulls her son close. The little boy cries on her shoulder as she pats his back. Emily leans against the doorframe, there if either of the crying blondes need her. Alan stands and moves to her side. He squeezes her arm comfortingly.

"He has had good moments and bad all day. You just happened to get home during a bad."

Emily runs a hand over her head. "I just…gosh, I wish I could help him, Alan. We feel so helpless."

"We all do, Emily. We'll just have to do what we can for him for however long it takes."

"I know. Still hate it."

He gives her a sad smile. "Me, too." He walks away, leaving the three to try to help themselves through this moment.

Emily walks over and sits down beside her wife and son. She strokes a hand over his head.

"I love you, Champ," she whispers.

"Love," sob, "Mama."

JJ smiles and kisses his forehead, glad to see part of him is in there somewhere behind the grief.

An hour later Emily walks into the bedroom holding Rocky. JJ smiles at her wife and daughter.

"You two look great."

Rocky grins. "I bootiful."

JJ chuckles and gives her a kiss. "You sure are, Rock Star. You sure are."

Emily studies her wife a moment, grinning. "You do know he's laughing at you, right?"

JJ rolls her eyes. "I know, I know. Let's go."

Emily, giggling a little, follows her wife out of the room and downstairs to meet up with everyone. Helen sees the trio and smiles.

"You know, JJ, Will always said he'd have to make a bet with you to get it to happen."

"I didn't even think a bet would get her to do it," Alan states.

JJ rolls her eyes. "Are we going to harp on this all night?"

"I believe so," Sandy answers with a smile. "And maybe even the rest of the year."

JJ sighs and looks down at the Saints football jersey she wears. "I just hope the Redskins never find out."

Emily chuckles and pats her on the shoulder. "I won't tell if you won't."

JJ just nods as they all go out to get into the SUV and Helen's minivan to drive to the funeral home for the wake. And just as Will had requested, all his family is wearing Saints jerseys as they prepare to celebrate his life. He wanted laughter, football and fun, no tears. They all knew they could handle the first three requests with no problem but that last part was going to be tough. Emily glances into the rearview mirror at Henry. Though he had finally stopped crying he had also gotten very quiet. She takes a deep breath.

"I love your new jersey, Champ. Looks great." He just shrugs. She thinks a second. "Maybe before we go home we can get you one of their white jerseys so you'll have the home and away ones." He shrugs again. Emily glances at JJ.

"Thanks for trying," JJ whispers. "He just…needs…needs…"

Emily takes JJ's hand and squeezes it. "I know. Whatever he needs he'll get if it's in my power."

JJ smiles and kisses her wife's knuckles. "I know."

Emily carries Henry, JJ carries Rocky and Helen carries Annabelle. The three women had asked for a private moment alone with Will so their children can see him one last time. As they walk towards the open casket, Rocky holds her finger to her lips.

"Shhh! Unca Will s'eepin'!"

JJ kisses her cheek. "Yeah…Uncle Will is sleeping," she chokes out.

Helen just reaches over and runs her hand over the little girl's dark curls. Emily is studying Henry's face as he stares at his daddy. He is frowning. He reaches a hand towards Will, but then pulls it back. He finally looks at Emily.

"Daddy?"

Emily nods. "Yes, Henry, that's Daddy."

Henry looks back. Will lies in his coffin. He wears a white button down shirt, his Saints jersey visible below it. No jacket or tie because Helen said he didn't like them in life and she wouldn't make him wear them in death. Helen reaches a hand out and strokes her husbands' cheek.

"I love you, Will. Belle and I both love you so much," she whispers.

Rocky studies Helen a moment then looks at her Mommy. "Why Aunty He'en cry?"

"She's sad that Uncle Will is in heaven now."

Rocky frowns. "Him there. S'eepin'."

JJ sighs. "He's…he's not…he's…"

"Daddy dead, Rock. Him our angel now," Henry explains to his sister.

Rocky looks from her brother to her "uncle" and then to JJ. "Him angel?"

JJ nods. "Yeah, Rock Star, he's our angel now."

Rocky's blue eyes well with tears. "No! No want him to be angel!"

Emily watches as her son and daughter burst into tears, followed closely by Helen and JJ. She can only hold Henry close and whisper words of comfort to him as JJ and Helen try to help each other and Rocky. After a few minutes, Helen leans out of the embrace she and JJ are sharing.

"Despite all…all this, I am so glad you are here for me and Belle. And for Will. Thank you so much for…for everything."

JJ squeezes her around the waist. "I'm just sorry we have to be here at all." JJ turns to her wife and Henry. "Henry, you okay?"

Henry just shakes his head as he cries on Emily's shoulder. Emily just gives her wife a shrug.

"Do you want to…to say…or…" JJ's voice trails off, not sure what to ask her son.

"Champ, want to say goodbye to Daddy?" Emily asks softly. Henry shakes his head. "Okay. Maybe we can come back and see him later." Emily looks at the women. "He has to do it when he's ready, be it this weekend or years from now." JJ and Helen nod. "We'll step out for now."

Emily and Henry leave the room. JJ steps up to the casket.

"He'll know you, Will. I promise you he will know you and we will do our best to raise him to be a man you are proud of." She strokes a hand down his cheek. "And we'll find who did this. I swear it. I know I'm not supposed to make those types of promises but I don't care. We'll find him. I don't care how long it takes I will never stop looking." She takes a deep breath. "And if you come back in my dreams to tease me about wearing this jersey I will never forgive you," she adds with a smile, glad to hear Helen chuckle at that statement. "I love you, Will."

"Love Unca Will," Rocky adds.

JJ smiles and turns around. She pats Helen on the arm and walks out to give the woman and her daughter a moment alone. Helen steps up to the casket.

"I love you, Will. And I know last night I cussed you out for leaving us this way but…but I do love you. I always will. And I am so proud of you as a cop. They've told me that until the end you were trying to serve and protect. You are a good man and a good cop. And I am so, so glad I am your wife. I'm not saying anything past tense. I am your wife, William. And I always will be. Just as you will always be a cop." She chuckles a second. "Something tells me if heaven has a police force you've already got your new badge and are ready to work. You'll make us all proud up there as you did down here." She takes a steadying breath. "So, uh, if at times I get mad at you and curse you for leaving us just know…know that my attitude will pass and that anger is really me just telling you how much I love you and miss you." She leans over and places a kiss on his cheek. "I will always love you, Will. Always."

She brings her hand up and wipes away the bit of lipstick she had gotten on him. She straightens out a stray lock of his hair. She studies his face, memorizing each line, scar, and contour. She then gives their daughter a hug and turns to go let the funeral director know he can open the wake to everyone now.

From the time the doors had opened there had been a steady stream of visitors. Cops, firefighters, friends, people that Will had helped during his time as a beat cop and as a detective. Alan and Sandy were taking care of Rocky, letting JJ help Helen with Annabelle while the widow did her best to greet everyone. Gerald had taken it upon himself to keep an eye on both women, fetching them water, extra tissues, and whatever else they needed.

Henry has attached himself to Emily, refusing to speak to anyone or go to anyone else. He had gotten a bit overwhelmed by all the people so Emily had walked him down to a room just for family. There she stares out at the backyard of the funeral home as she bounces him gently and sings to him. They have been in the room for about 20 minutes when the door opens. Emily turns and smiles.

"Mother."

"Hi, sweetheart. I'm sorry I missed you at the precinct."

"That's okay." They hug. "Thank you for coming, Mom."

Elizabeth pats Henry's head. "My grandson needed me, right Henry?" He nods. "Where else could I be." She gives him a kiss on the cheek. "I was told to tell you Jack Hotchner is here, Henry. He said he'd like to see you when your feel up to it. You know, his Mommy is an angel now, too. He can probably tell you what to do when you get sad."

"Okay," Henry whispers.

Elizabeth smiles. "I'll go find him. Be right back." She pats Emily on the shoulder and heads out to track down the youngster.

Emily kisses Henry's cheek. "I love you, Champ."

When she hears the door open again, she turns expecting to see Elizabeth and Jack. Instead she stiffens as she sees Jolene LaMontagne. The woman's pinched face could be viewed as grief. But the glint in her eye speaks to hatred. Emily decides to assume the best if only for Henry's sake.

"Jolene," she says by way of greeting.

The woman reaches into her purse and pulls out an envelope. "My lawyer was going to have this delivered. I told him I would do it myself. I am planning to get custody of Henry and raise him here among his true family."

Emily wishes Henry wasn't in her arms so she could say what she wants to the woman. Instead she tries to maintain her temper…barely succeeding. "How dare you bring that up here and now. Does Will's wish mean nothing to you? Can you really dismiss what he wanted so easily?"

"My nephew was misguided and led astray long ago by that blonde harlot."

Emily stiffens. "Watch how you refer to my wife," she warns.

Jolene takes a step closer, holding the envelope out. "Take it."

"No."

"Don't make me- -"

"Excuse me."

Jolene and Emily turn to see Elizabeth standing in the room. The ambassador looks at her daughter.

"Jack and Jessica are in the children's room down the hall. Perhaps you could take Henry there?"

Emily nods stiffly. Without a word to Jolene, she walks past the woman and leaves. Jolene waves the envelope at the agent's retreating back.

"Take this!"

Elizabeth shuts the door behind her daughter and grandson. She then turns and levels a dark glare on the severe-faced woman.

"This isn't over!" Jolene threatens. "Don't think you can come down here and throw your money and- -"

"Gertrude Pettibone," Elizabeth interrupts.

"- -get some judge to ignore the devil your daughter and- -what did you say?" Jolene sputters.

"I make it a habit not to repeat myself," Elizabeth replies. "Needless to say, if that paper and your legal action don't disappear immediately, many people will be saying that name alongside yours over and over."

Jolene's face gets even more pinched, something Elizabeth wouldn't have believed possible. "You wouldn't dare."

"I don't make idle threats. I make promises," the ambassador assures her. "Rest assured, you cause that little boy or my daughters any unnecessary pain or suffering and you will be setting yourself up for humiliation and pain like you can't even imagine. Now, if you can't be civilized this weekend as we say farewell to Will I suggest you leave now." She steps into the woman's space. "Because rest assured if you cause any problems at this wake or tomorrow, you will have more to worry about than Gertrude Pettibone."

Elizabeth does not wait for a response. She turns and walks out of the room. She tracks down Alan, Sandy and Rocky to see if the Jareau's need a break from the little one.

Across the room, JJ's eyes narrow as she sees Jolene hurrying towards the front doors. She looks at Marie.

"Why is Jolene leaving?" she asks suspiciously.

Marie frowns. "I don't know. But at least if she isn't here I don't have to keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't cause problems for you and Emily."

JJ smiles. "True. Thanks, Marie."

"No problem."

Emily sets Henry on the ground and watches him walk over to Jack.

"Hi, Jack."

"Hi. Wanna color?" Henry nods and they two boys sit down, choosing crayons from a big bucket and a colouring book. "My Mommy is an angel like your daddy."

Emily and Jessica exchange a look. Was that too blunt for Henry?

"I don't want Daddy to be an angel."

"I didn't want Mommy to be an angel either. It still makes me sad sometimes. But me and Daddy and Aunt Jessie talk to her and we watch videos and stuff. And sometimes Mommy comes to me in my dreams to tell me she loves me. That makes me feel happy and sad at the same time."

Henry exchanges a blue crown for a black one. "Do you think she is lonely?"

Jack shrugs. "I don't know. Daddy says there are other people Mommy knows who died and she probably is with them. He also said she knows your daddy so I figure they can hang out and watch over us together now. Now I know she won't be lonely."

"So it's okay if Daddy is with her?"

Jack nods. "Yeah. They can colour and play cars and stuff."

"Cool," Henry says. He thinks a second. "And they won't forget us?"

"Nope," Jack answers. "They are in our hearts and that means they can't forget us because they will always feel our love for them. Mommy tells me when she comes in my dreams she loves me and that she feels how much I love her and it makes her very happy."

Henry sighs. "I can't sleep good. And I get bad dreams."

Jack takes a yellow crayon. "When Mommy first became an angel I had bad dreams, too. But they got better. And Daddy and Aunt Jessie are always there to help me get past them if they come back."

"I gots Mommy and Mama and Aunt Franny. They help me, too."

The boys continue to colour and talk. Jack tells Henry about the memory candle and other things he does to help remember his mother. Across the room, Emily and Jessica are leaning up against the wall.

"Jessica…thank you so much for bringing Jack. I…we were…we…"

"I know. I felt the same way after we lost Hailey." Jessica smiles. "She was always our rock. I surprised myself when I suddenly developed her stone interior to help Jack and Aaron through the aftermath." Emily smiles. "I won't lie to you: you still have some tough days ahead. But it will get better. Just hold him when he cries, love him through the tantrums, and don't take it personally when he demands Will instead of you."

Emily wrings her hands together. "The first two are easy. The third hurt when Will was alive and he had a tantrum. Now that Will is gone I…I don't…" she just shakes her head.

Jessica takes one of Emily's hands. "You couldn't love him more if you tried, Emily. Will you make mistakes along the way? Sure. But I know you won't intentionally hurt him. It's not in you. You'll figure out how to weather all this. And I am just a phone call away if you have any questions."

Emily squeezes the woman's hand and smiles. "Thank you."

Jessica just nods. "Now, how about you go check on JJ and Rocky. I'll stick with these guys. If I need you I'll find you."

"Okay. Thanks again."

"No problem."

Emily walks over and squats down beside her son. "I'm going to go check on Mommy. Aunt Jessica is going stay here with you and Jack, okay?"

Henry gets a worried look on his face. "You come back, right?"

"Yes, I'll come back. Promise. And if you need me before I get back here Aunt Jessica will help you find me, okay?"

Henry stands and gives Emily a big hug. "I love you, Mama."

"I love you, too, Henry. Very, very much."

She kisses his cheek and smiles as he gives her a kiss, too. Then with a deep breath she gets up and goes out to check on her wife and daughter.

JJ smiles when she sees her team walk into the funeral home. All of them were wearing Saints jerseys, even Hotch. She walks over and gives them each a hug.

"You guys look great," she tells them. She studies Hotch carefully. "You know, I half expected to see a tie on over the jersey."

Everyone laughs as Rossi pats Hotch on the shoulder. "I convinced him his head wouldn't fall off if he left the tie in the hotel room."

"I'll sue you for everything you have if you're wrong, old man," Hotch threatens with a grin.

"How's Henry doing?" Reid asks.

JJ shrugs. "Ups and downs, as expected. Right now he's down in the children's playroom with Emily, Jessica and Jack. Hotch, thank you so much for having them come out here. I think it will really help Henry to talk to Jack."

Her boss nods. "I hope it does."

"Hey, guys, looking good," Emily praises as she walks up.

"You, too, Princess," Garcia tells her.

"Any new developments after we left?"

"Nothing solid," Morgan replies with an air of disgust. "This guy is still a ghost."

"Ah, but he is a ghost caught on camera. We'll find him. He made two mistakes: he was filmed and he took the time to speak to Will enough to tell us he was hunting him," Rossi points out. "According to Mink he had never been filmed so fully before and had never taunted his victim."

Emily's eyes narrow. "Then why Will? Why do two things so stupid this time?"

"When we figure that out we'll know who he is," Hotch states. "Now, let's all turn it off for now. Tonight it's about Will, Helen, Henry and Annabelle."

The team nods in agreement. As one they make their way up to the front of the room where Helen stands near the casket containing her husband. They all give her a hug and extend their condolences, offering her whatever they can to help her get through this time.

"Just…find me answers," she pleads. "That's all I need. Answers."

Hotch squeezes her hand. "We'll do our best."

Reid stands staring down at Will. Morgan walks up and claps him on the shoulder. "You okay, Pretty Boy?"

"It's just…hard. I have thousands of statistics in my head concerning death for law enforcement officers, deaths during convenience store robberies, the length of grieving cycles and the personal entanglements that can affect that cycle but…but they don't make me feel better. The chaos of sadness is still in my heart as if my head can't communicate properly with the rest of me."

"Reid, it's called grief. Stats mean nothing when it's a friend or family member," the older agent states softly.

Reid nods. He reaches forward and touches the edge of the coffin. "Will…I…I wrote down every memory I have of you in chronological order. I will make copies of everything so your son and daughter both have it when they want it. And anything they ask me, I'll tell them. They will have my eidetic memory anytime they need it. I promise."

"Nice, Reid." Reid nods and moves away. Morgan steps closer. "Will, man, I just…I don't know what to say other than I am so sorry. I don't care how long it takes this case never ends for me until we catch the bastard. And anything Henry needs that I can give him I will. I am just so, so sorry, my friend."

One by one each member of the team makes their way to Will, promising him the same things that Morgan had. When they finish they start to greet some of the family members and police that they know from previous trips to the city.

"Mother, what did you say to her?" Emily asks.

"Emily, dear, you don't need to worry about it," the ambassador replies.

"Mother," Emily says warningly.

Elizabeth rolls her eyes. "I just informed her that she would be wise to drop her attempt to take Henry lest certain items become revealed that she would rather keep hidden."

"Items such as what?" Emily presses.

Elizabeth pats her daughter's cheek. "Plausible deniability, Emily. Accept it."

Emily rolls her eyes as her mother walks away. Then she smiles. "Thanks, Mom," she whispers.

Emily gives Francesca a hug and kiss as she walks into the LaMontagne house. "Are they all asleep?"

"Si, cara. Henry took some time but he eventually succumbed to exhaustion."

"Good," JJ says. "Thank you so much for bringing them back here earlier."

"There was no need for them to stay so late, cara," Francesca tells her. "But I can see in your eyes it did well for you all to stay and remember Will a little longer."

Helen smiles. "Yes, it did." She gives Francesca a hug. "Thank you so much, Francesca. You really are one of the kindest women I know."

"It was my pleasure, cara. Anything I can do to make your burden lessen."

Then women head upstairs to check on their children. Emily and JJ find Rocky spread eagle half hanging off her bed, covers everywhere on the air mattress. JJ chuckles as she kneels to resituate her daughter. Emily sees Henry is curled up against Alaska, his hand tangled in the kind pups fur. Alaska starts to wag his tail as Emily approaches. She runs a hand over his head.

"Thanks for taking care of our boy, Ska. You are a good pup. Yes you are." She then straightens Henry's covers and kisses him on the head. "I love you, Champ."

The women switch children, making sure they tell both kids how much they are loved. They then retreat to their bedroom. JJ glances at the clock.

"I can't believe it's only 11:30. Feels so much later," she notes.

Emily pulls her into a hug. "Emotional upheaval will do that to you, add in the fact that you're working Will's case and you're body is incubating twins."

JJ slaps her wife playfully. "Watch the incubation comments, woman."

Emily grins and kisses her wife. "Sorry, honey. Your body is cooking babies."

JJ laughs and tries to pull away but Emily holds her tight. "You're an ass, you know that, right?"

"Yep. But you love me anyway."

JJ pretends to consider it. "Well…maybe. You are kinda sexy so I guess I can keep you around."

"Good plan."

The two are sharing a needed, loving kiss when someone tugs on Emily's Saints jersey. She looks down to see Henry and Alaska standing there.

"Bad dream, Mama."

Emily kneels down as JJ puts a hand on their son's head. "Not good, Champ. Are you thinking sleeping with Mommy will help again?" Henry nods. Emily smiles. "Climb up there."

Henry and Alaska go get on the bed. JJ gets them tucked in. "Let me get my pajamas on and I'll be right back, okay?" Henry nods.

Emily sits on the side of the bed and starts to sing to him, her hand stroking over his head hoping it will help him get back to sleep. He is very close when JJ crawls into bed. He turns and snuggles into his Mommy's arms and drops off completely. Emily gives both blondes a kiss goodnight.

"I'll sleep in his bed tonight. Not sure this old body can handle another night in the chair."

JJ grins. "Okay. Goodnight, Sweetheart."

"Night, baby."

Ten minutes later Emily crawls into Henry's twin bed. She just barely fits. But this discomfort she will deal with if it means Henry gets a good night's sleep.