Note- This one shot is a follow up to Perfect, Simple Kind of Loving, which immediately precedes it in this series. The title of this fic is an African American euphuism for getting married.

Jumping The Broom

Derek woke up to see Penelope walking out of the bathroom in their hotel room. She was wearing a pink silk robe, her six month pregnant stomach showing her baby bump, which his eyes loving took in.

"Good morning, princess."

"That's Mrs. Morgan to you, Hot Stuff." She climbed back in bed and laid her head on his chest. He rubbed circles on her back.

He could hardly believe this first morning of their marriage had arrived. It hadn't been easy to convince Penelope to become his wife at this stage in their relationship. They had only been dating eight months and had been pregnant the majority of that time, which added its own worries and stresses to everything.

Derek relished the whole experience- going to every appointment he could manage, having a sonogram photo framed on his desk, buying baby clothes in Chicago Cubs theme and decorating a purple nursery in his home, plus reading all the parenting books that he could get his hands on. Penelope was more of a worrier though and she always was bringing up new concerns about how they would deal with this or that when the baby came- money, child care, religion, schooling, vaccinations, the dangerous world and their fast track careers. Derek spent a lot of time telling her they would figure out each problem as it came.

And the rest of the time he spent begging her to marry him.

He was poised over her, just about to thrust into her, when he whispered, his tone filled with love and desperation "Please say yes, baby girl."

She had agreed right away to marry him, when he asked her in a romantic proposal a few week before but she stipulated that the ceremony would be in a year or more. After they proved they could stay together through the birth of their child and the hectic time when the baby first came home from the hospital.

Derek didn't like the idea of Penelope going into labor without being his wife. Legally he wanted to be her husband so he could make decisions for her and also so that when their baby was born they were a family unit in the eyes of the whole world. He didn't want to wait and see if they would last. He felt in his heart that there was no doubt they would.

So now he kept asking her to push the ceremony up.

"No fair," she whispered as she withered beneath him. "You know I'd agree to anything when you have me in this condition."

He grinned and stroked against her, teasing her. "I hear a yes about to come off those sexy lips...."

"Derek!" she said, smiling and chuckling and grabbing his ass.

He thrust into her. She didn't say yes that night. It was a few weeks later after they went to see his mother. A talk with Fran and also Penelope noticing Derek's true pain and heartache over her not wanting to marry him right away led to her waking him up one morning by whispering in his ear "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, Hot Stuff. Set a date."

That was one good morning she showed him.

He titled her face up to look at him and stroked his hand down her cheek. "Look at this, sexy mama. You're my wifey."

She smiled at him. "I scored the sexiest hubby in the whole known universe."

He chuckled as he gave her a short kiss, moaning softly when their lips met. "You're crazy, woman, and you better never change because you make my life so good being just the way you are." He kissed her again and pressed her onto her back. Looking down he said "I will never stop loving you, you know that right?"

She nodded, with happy tears in her eyes, "And I'll never go a day without letting my gorgeous hunk of a husband know just how much I love him back." Her hand slid down his chest and then took hold of his manhood. "Mmmm, its good to be Mrs. Morgan."

Derek groaned in pleasure as he smiled and lay back on the big, fluffy white pillows. They stayed in that bed for most of the weekend and then flew to St. Bart's for ten more days of lounging around a hotel room making love.

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Three years later found the Morgan family living in a suburban home with a brick wall around it and an electronic gate.

Derek had became extremely security conscious ever since their child was born. He was already the type to worry like hell about Penelope when he was off working cases- more so after Battle came into their lives, which seemed to be a defining moment in every way for him- but once they had a kid to protect he was officially insane about doing whatever he could to ensure his family would be happy, healthy and safe whether he was around or not to personally watch out for them.

This particular night it was around 2 am when he came home. Penelope had been there since 6:30 pm. She took eighteen months off the BAU after giving birth- which she spent working at home as a cyber detective who got evidence against child predators by pretending to be a kid in chat rooms- and when she went back to work she agreed to 12 hour shifts. There was another tech who worked from 6 pm to 6 am.

She had struggled with if she should even go back but, in the end, she missed being around her family and she missed working with Derek. It was an important part of who she was and her way to keep the world safer for their child.

Derek loved having her back at the BAU. The team had expanded and now it contained more members. Derek would sometimes lead his own team in the field and Hotch would lead a different one. Other times they worked together. There was still talk of Hotch getting promoted and leaving the field work behind but Derek wasn't sure his friend would ever be satisfied with a desk job.

Derek knew he wouldn't. Luckily Penelope hadn't asked him to give up the field work or else he would have because his first priority was keeping her happy so that their home stayed happy and his life, and the life of their child, stayed as good as it was now.

He walked in the door, petted his two dogs, and tossed his go bag on the floor. Then he armed the alarm and proceeded to walk the whole house to check for open windows and doors. Though he knew Penelope was careful with that he still always checked. It helped him to sleep to know his little family was safe.

After he was done, he yawned and headed up to the second floor. He stepped into his son's room and looked at the sleeping child- Tyler Reid Morgan. His son was lanky, like Derek was as a boy, and had a head full of black curls, which Penelope hadn't let Derek take him to get cut even once yet. It was starting to get messy and Derek was plotting a way to talk her into a haircut sooner rather than later.

Seeing that his son was resting peacefully, Derek headed to his own bedroom, changed his clothes and got in bed with his wife. He kissed Penelope's forehead and she came awake.

"Mmmm, my noir hero is home." She took a deep sniff of him, loving his smell, and then kissed his chest. "What time is it?"

"Way too late, girl. Go back to bed. You gotta get up in two hours."

"Two hours," she said, in her sexy tone that always drove him crazy. "Plenty of time to make Ty a sister."

Hearing that set Derek's blood racing and he captured her lips in an explosive kiss, his exhaustion forgotten. He had asked her a few months before if they could start trying again but she said it wasn't the best time with the busy holidays going on and Ty getting potty trained. She promised to think about it and let him know when she was ready to go off her birth control.

He started to tease her over the phone, when he was working, that he wanted to get back home to her and work on making him a Papi again. She would flirt back and get him turned on as hell with the responses she gave him for the wild kind of sex they would have when they created their next child.

Derek could barely remember now the way it felt when he used to be sure him and Penelope weren't ever gonna make it to this day- the uncertainty, the stupidity on both their parts, the pain and the doubts. That was all washed away now.

Now they were everything he used to be scared to admit he wanted. And each day they were only becoming better and better. Derek's greatest pride in life was not the fact he was a profiler or a bomb expert or all the degrees he had or lives he saved: it was being a family man.

His wife, his son, his mom and sisters, and the BAU family that he had made him prouder than anything else ever could. He could hardly wait till he could introduce his daughter to all of them.

He hoped she was just as silly and fun as her mama. Because it would be perfect to have a baby daughter as spunky and amazing as his baby girl, who was now his wifey.

THE END