Prentiss

A few weeks past and the house was completely set up and liveable. Ainsley was enjoying kindergarten so far and Priya had started teething two weeks ago, so we had a few sleepless nights. She had begun crawling early last week and now she never sat still.

The last two cases we had were successful for the most part, Sarah and Reid had worked out whatever they were fighting about and were back to their disturbing, loving ways that the whole team never seemed fully comfortable seeing. It was probably just because it was Reid and they hadn't seen him in any kind of romance since Maeve. I had heard all about that and I, as well as the team, thought that would be the end of Doctor Spencer Reid's love life.

Everything just seemed perfect at the moment with the team and our lives, both as a group and individually. It didn't look like it could get much better.

I came home from the relaxing Friday night I had spent with JJ and Garcia. There was a place further into town that was open late for massages, manicures and hair treatments and JJ thought we needed a break so the three of us enjoyed the evening there with a bottle of wine. When I got home, the house was dark and quiet except for the soft classical music playing from the kitchen. I couldn't hear crying from Priya or talking or laughing from Ainsley. I hung my coat and put my bag down on the table by the door. I went towards the music and I noticed the candles and the roses on the side of the dining table. I smiled to myself and walked into the room. Morgan had his back to me in the kitchen, cooking a late dinner.

I walked over to him silently and kissed his cheek quickly. He startled slightly but he calmed almost immediately. "Hey," He smiled, "Did you have a good time at the spa thing?"

"I did." I nodded and sat on the counter top that wasn't being used. I noticed two empty glasses and a chilled bottle of wine beside them across from me on the counter island. I held my hand out and showed him the acrylic nails I had done, painted matte black.

"Nice." He nodded as he took my hand and looked at them. He kissed the top of my hand and I smiled to myself as he let it go. "Your hair looks nice too."

"Thank you. It really needed a cut."

"Did Garcia dye her hair again?"

"No, and thank god she didn't because her hair must be dead by now."

"I think she uses a special wash thing. I don't know; she told me about it once but I was a bit distracted."

I nodded, "So, did you go out with the guys tonight?"

"Nah," He shook his head, "I was going to suggest it but I was too tired after today so I decided not to."

"And where are our children?"

"With Sarah and Reid tonight." He smiled as he looked at the pasta he was making.

"…Why?"

He looked at me for a few seconds before motioning to the decorated dining table, "Because we haven't really had a night to ourselves in a while and I wanted to do something nice for you, but if you want me to go and get them because you don't want—"

"No, Morgan, I didn't mean I don't appreciate the candles and the roses and the cooking, I was just curious. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to offend you." I panicked.

He smirked and laughed, "Relax, I was just messing with you."

"Oh, you're mean." I shook my head. He laughed again and placed a quick kiss on my lips. "So what is this?"

"Chicken pasta."

"It doesn't have a fancy Italian name?" He shrugged his shoulders, "Well, how romantic." I teased him.

"It's about ready if you want to sit." He motioned for me to go to the table.

"I'll go wash my hands first," I jumped down to the floor and kissed his cheek, "Thanks for this."

I walked back into the dining room as he poured the wine into the glasses placed beside our plates. I had gotten changed out of my casual spa clothes and into something a little more flattering. My hair was out and causally over my shoulders and he smiled at me, motioning for me to sit down. I returned the smile and sat. He sat across from me and lifted his glass of wine. I did the same and we clinked out glasses together. I sipped it and found that it was my favourite wine. We didn't have any in the house at the moment so he must have gone out to buy some. It tasted old too.

"It's my favourite," I smiled at him, "And it's old. Where'd you get it?"

"Rossi." He smirked.

"You bought wine off Rossi?"

"No, he gave it to me."

"Why?"

"…Uh…because he was a rack short and I was there so he gave me your favourite one and put the new one in its place."

"That sounds like a load of shit." I laughed.

"Okay, I bought it," He rolled his eyes, "Geez…just appreciate it." He mumbled jokingly.

The pasta was amazing, and just when I thought he couldn't have made a better night, he brought out the dessert. He made us mini white chocolate cheesecakes, topped with raspberries and blueberries and chocolate syrup over the top.

"Derek, what inspired you to be so perfect tonight?" I asked with a smile as he put a plate in front of me and refilled our wine glasses before sitting back down.

"What inspired me? You, because you're special and you do so much and I love you immensely."

I smiled and looked down, flushing a faint red. It was amazing that he was still capable of making me feel like this. The butterflies in my stomach wouldn't stop, the red in my cheeks embarrassed me and I felt like I was falling in love with him all over again. "I love you too. Thank you so much for all of this."

"You know what I've noticed lately?"

"What?"

"Your accent is almost gone. You just sound like any other American most of the time but occasionally in a few sentences or words, you sound British again and it's really adorable."

"Adorable? My accent is adorable?" I smirked.

"Yes." He laughed and took a bite of his cheesecake. I shook my head and laughed with him. I tried the cheesecake and I couldn't believe that he had made it on his own. It was really good and it went well with the wine.

Eventually, we finished eating and I went to get up but Morgan took my hand across the table, "Wait." I turned my attention back to him and waited for him to continue with whatever he wanted to say. "Emily, you know how much you mean to me, right?"

"I'm going to say I do even if I don't."

"Well you pretty much mean everything to me, the world. I love you more than you could ever imagine and I just couldn't think of spending my life with anyone else." He shook his head and he dropped one hand out of my view past the table. What was happening right now? Was this the question I had been waiting eagerly for? "Every time I look into your eyes, I just fall in love with you again and again. You are my best friend, my shoulder to lean on, the one person I can count on for anything. You are the love of my life, my princess, and while I know you deserve the world, I can't give you that, so I'm offering you my world. Emily Elizabeth Prentiss, will you do me the honour of becoming my Queen?" He asked the question as he laid an open velvet coated box in my hand. I had tears streaming down my cheeks, my throat felt like it closed up and I felt my eyes light up as I looked into his.

"Derek…" I whispered quietly. I looked down at the ring in the box. It was a silver band that formed a twisted pave style at the front that was encrusted with small diamonds before meeting the diamond love heart in the middle. It was simple, slightly vintage, and it was beautiful. I looked back up at him and smiled, trying to stop the tears from falling.

He smiled back and raised his eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

"Yes," I nodded, "Yes, I'll become your "queen"." I laughed quietly and wiped my cheeks. It was no use; the tears were replaced with fresh ones almost immediately. He slid the ring onto my fourth finger on my left hand and closed the box over. He stood up and I did too, taking a few quick steps and jumping into his arms. I threw mine around his neck and he lifted me up, spinning me around. When my feet touched the floor again, I looked up and my lips were met with his. "I love you." I whispered as we parted.

He wiped my tears away and smiled, "I love you too." I kissed him a few more times before I let go of him and looked down at the ring on finger. I was so in love with it already. He cleared the table quickly and I blew the candles out and looked at the flowers. "Hey, nine of these are real but one it fake."

He walked over and threw the dish towel back towards the kitchen after drying his hands with it. He smiled as he put an arm around my waist and looked at the roses, "I will love you until the day the last rose dies."

"Who knew a night could be so perfect?" I whispered quietly, kissing him again. He returned the kiss with several and I jumped up, putting my legs around him as he supported me against him. We continued to kiss as he walked out of the dining, removing one hand from my back momentarily to switch out the dimmed light in the foyer as he moved towards the staircase. We reached our bedroom eventually and he dropped me onto the bed, holding himself above me as he kissed down my neck. I ran my nails down his back as he did and closed my eyes in the blissful moment.

We had woken up late this morning and Morgan had called the team around midday asking what they were all doing tonight. We were both slightly surprised that no one had plans but it worked in our favour. He invited them all out to dinner with us tonight at the restaurant we always went to when something important or big happened within the team and we wanted to celebrate elegantly at a place that wasn't just an old bar.

I wore a tight, dark burgundy dress with a high neckline that went down to just past my knees, black heels and a black handbag. I would have taken a clutch, but with two children, a clutch wouldn't cut it.

I walked into the restaurant, my left hand linked in Morgan's and Priya on my right hip. Ainsley was holding Morgan's other hand. We were a bit late; Priya had a small tantrum.

"Hey." JJ smiled as we approached the table. The rest of the team looked towards us and greeted us with big smiles.

"Hey." I smiled as we sat down. Ainsley wanted to sit beside me and the high chair was beside Morgan's seat so I handed her to him. "I am so sorry we're late; Priya decided it would be a fun time to scream about absolutely nothing because her life if perfect and she needs to get over herself and then Morgan refused to drive with her crying like that so we took longer to leave the house than I had originally planned."

"She needs to get over herself? Really?" Sarah laughed.

"I don't even care that she's only 7 months old and can't even say mama." I looked over at Priya, completely oblivious to the fact that I was joking about her, "Get the hint, kid."

They all laughed at me and Morgan held my left hand on my knee to keep it off the table and hidden. We had agreed to keep it out of everyone's view until we told them. We talked around the table and looked at menus and ordered before anything was said that would start our reveal.

"So we normally only come here when something important and big has happened; so what's going on?" Reid asked Morgan and I. We looked at each other and I bit my lip to keep my smile back.

"Please dear god, do not tell me you're pregnant again." Garcia said to me.

I snickered and shook my head. "Two is enough. I love alcohol too much to ever be pregnant again."

"Then spill." Rossi smirked. It was then that I knew that he was aware of what was going on.

I looked at Morgan, "He knows. That's how you got the wine…"

Morgan smiled and nodded. He looked at Rossi and they both laughed quietly to themselves.

"Tell us." JJ said impatiently.

I looked at Morgan and took a breath before he took his hand away from mine and I lifted mine up, palm away from them to show the ring on my finger. A large smile spread across my face as I saw their eyes light up.

"Oh my god!" JJ exclaimed excitedly. She jumped from her seat and ran to me, taking my hand and looked at the ring, "AH!" She jumped, "It's so beautiful! Congratulations, guys!" She hugged me for a short while and then hugged Morgan before kissing his cheek and sitting back down. We were congratulated by the smiling, elated team. Sarah and Garcia hugged the both of us. Rossi kissed both my cheeks and shook Morgan's hand. Reid, Hotch and Will all shook Morgan's hand and kissed my cheek with a hug.

"Congratulations." Jack said to us very politely. I thanked him with a smile and Hotch smiled at his son proudly.

Once we all settled down more, they asked questions and JJ asked for a step by step recount of how the night went and how the Morgan popped the question. I let him do most of the talking. I sat with a smile, admiring the ring on my finger and turning it mindlessly as I did.

I was happy. Morgan was happy. Our daughters were happy. The team was happy.

Life couldn't get any better.

Now it was perfect.

I know, it's a bit of a shit finish, but I wrote this a while ago and I guess I just didn't see where else I could take it. I'm horrible at finishing stories.

Thank you to my FANtastic followers that read the majority of what I write, shit or slightly better than shit. If it weren't for the fans, I wouldn't still be doing this.

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Thank you again as always. I love you guys :)

-A xx