The case had wrapped up a little more quickly than anticipated, thanks in large part to the profile that JJ had come up with. It had taken some cajoling to get Rossi and Hotch on board with her theory, but as soon as they had shifted to gears, everything had fallen into place, and they had managed to catch their unsub in less than twenty four hours. As they rode the jet back home, Derek couldn't help but check his phone multiple times, wanting to see if Erin had gotten back to him about their meeting with Rossi. He knew that she had found a lawyer, and that there had been some guidance offered.

Finally, he received the notification he'd been anticipating, and he drew in a sharp breath. We need to discuss what the lawyer has suggested be our path forward tomorrow. Please ask David to come over to our home Sunday, as I have the feeling that we'll need a night to shore up our emotional defenses before we confront him head on.

Glancing over at Rossi, he drew in a long breath before getting up from his seat and making his way over to his side, giving Hotch a dark look as he took a seat across from them. "My wife would like to have you over Sunday, after church."

"I take it this is about what we discussed earlier this week?"

"Yes. Bring food. She's been craving hearty things like pot roast and ham steak lately. Or at least, those are the most normal cravings she's been having. It might look good on you to bring something she wants to the table. We'll see you at two."

"Sounds like a plan. Just the three of us?"

"Yes."

Rossi gave him a firm nod, and Derek gave Hotch another dark look before returning to his seat and tapping out a reply to Erin. I told him to be at our house at two Sunday afternoon, and to bring food, so you won't have to worry about cooking. The less stress that's on you, the better for you and our son. Tonight, we'll just decompress and snuggle?

There was a rather long pause before he received an answer, but then he had to swallow his chuckle at her words. There is a certain sort of decompressing that I'd like to do tonight, yes. You owe me a massage, and then we'll see where things lead. Hopefully, you'll have a good tailwind the rest of the journey home. Love you

He didn't really know how to respond to that, so he just typed back – See you soon, Pretty Lady. Then he attached a selfie before setting his phone aside and putting his headphones on in order to listen to some music as he tried to make headway on the book Erin had suggested he read. That occupied the rest of the flight for him, and he felt a bit disappointed to feel the plane start to descend, as he had just reached a good scene. He dogeared the page before slipping the book into his bag and preparing to disembark from the plane the moment the door was open.

It was a smooth landing, and he took that as a good omen for the weekend. As he stood, he met Hotch's eye and saw the man arch an eyebrow before gesturing with his head to stay where he was. Groaning inwardly, Derek sat back down as the others filed off the plane to start for home. "What do you need, Hotch? Erin's waiting for me at home, and I don't want to leave her waiting."

"This should only take a moment. I know that you're frustrated with me and my support of Dave, but you also know that he's my best friend, and I'll always be partial to him. Especially when it comes to children. This is his son, by blood, and I believe very firmly that a child should know who his parents are."

"And I believe that children should be loved unconditionally and never have the knowledge that their father wanted to have their mother take care of the problem. Erin and I both agree, this is my son."

"DNA would say otherwise."

Derek let out a snort of laughter as he shook his head. "DNA just shows that you sired a child, it doesn't make you a dad. I love this kid, Hotch, and he's not even here yet. I won't ask you to not support Rossi. I would just like you to understand the position that Erin and I find ourselves in. No matter what our lawyer has advised, we're going to think about the best interests of our son. I promised her I would do my best for him, for them, that first night when I brought her home after Rossi shattered her heart, and I do not intend to break that promise."

Hotch nodded deeply. "I want peace between everyone on the team. I know that that's a lot to ask, given how Dave's treated Erin and you lately, but all I ask is that you try to hear him out. Try to come to an equitable situation for everyone involved."

"I'll try, but I'm going to be honest with you – Erin and our son come first."

Hotch sighed as he gave him another nod. "I would do the same for Jack, so I do understand. He's just my best friend."

They stood together, and Derek gave his boss a sad look before turning on his heel and quickly exiting the plane. Everyone else had already taken off, and he jogged over to his truck and climbed behind the wheel before taking out his phone and setting it in the holder. He saw a text from Erin, and he opened it to see a picture of her in her nightgown, sitting on their bed, and he chuckled, knowing that the image was enough to give him even more of a lead foot.

The drive home passed quickly as he sang along to the music on the radio. The minute he pulled into the drive, he looked up at their bedroom window to see that the light was on. That told him that Erin was still waiting for him, and he grinned as he pulled into his space in the garage. Clooney was waiting for him by the door, and he patted his dog's head before stepping out of his shoes and tossing his go bag on the washer, knowing that one of them would do laundry the next day. "All right, boy, I have an appointment I shouldn't miss with my wife. Guard things down here for us, would you?"

Clooney gave a soft woof in response, and Derek stroked his head once more before heading upstairs. The closer he got to their bedroom door, the more he could make out the sound of his wife singing, and he began to sing along as he reached the door and opened it without hesitation. "You're home!"

"I am, and what a wonderful thing to be serenaded by a lovely nymph on my way up to my wife." Erin blushed a little as she shrugged. "I will never tire of listening to you, Erin. But did you have to almost give me a heart attack with that picture you sent?"

"I wanted you to hurry home, because I missed you. Did it work?"

"Like a charm," he replied as he stalked over to her side. "But if I'm going to give you a massage, I'm going to need to remove that nightie. I wouldn't want to tear it, after all." She laughed lightly as she pulled the garment over her head and dropped it to the floor, leaving her in just her panties.

"Is this better?" she asked and he nodded as he tripped forward to reach her side. "What do you want me to do now?"

"Lay down on your stomach as best you can," he said as he picked up the massage oil from the bedside table. Once she was in position, he carefully straddled her before pouring out a bit of the oil into his palm in order to warm it before he began to work out the kinks and knots in the muscles of her back. It was so easy to slip his hands round to her front and tease her breasts along the way, and soon she was writhing against him, becoming more aroused by the moment. Eventually he reached the waistline of her underwear, and then he was slipping one hand beneath the fabric to cup her vulva. She was so hot and wet for him, and Derek chuckled a little as he tugged off the thin garment and gently parted her legs before continuing to massage her thighs and calves.

"Derek," she whined as she tried to get in closer contact with him, and he chuckled as he stilled his hands. "Why did you stop?"

"I need to undress, if you want me to finish this, Pretty Lady."

"Oh," she breathed out as she turned onto her back. Derek groaned at the sight of her, looking aroused and fecund and so utterly fuckable in that moment. It was difficult to get his clothes off without tearing them in his need to be naked and buried in her. Erin must have caught the desire on his face, as she smirked before parting her legs wider for him and then cupping her breasts with her hands in order to tug at her nipples as her hips moved in restless anticipation. Finally, though, he was as naked as she was, and he smiled back at her as he climbed back onto the bed and entered her in one long stroke.

Erin closed her legs around his as best she could, guiding him deeper into her pliant body, and he breathed heavily as he tried to control himself, wanting nothing more than to be lost in her. "Come for me, Erin."

"Yes," she cried out as she dug her fingers into the meat of his shoulders, pulling him down atop her, as if she wanted to be in even closer contact. He struggled to keep his weight off her, knowing that he didn't want to hurt the baby as they raced to their climax. And then, she was giving herself over to her orgasm, and he sped up his thrusts in order to reach the pinnacle with her. "Derek, that was so fucking good," she gasped in his ear while he struggled to catch his breath, pulling her over atop him.

It was so good to feel her solid weight against his body, and he chuckled to feel the way her body accommodated his, despite her bump. "I wasn't trying to seduce you, I hope you know."

"But it is so good to be loved by you," she breathed out. "Though I think that we could both use a shower. I might love you, but I don't like the stale scent of sex."

He nodded with a chuckle, and she slid off his body and then the bed, bracing herself with her hand on the mattress before she fully stood. "You look gorgeous," he breathed out as he joined her side, and she preened a little before wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. "I am so lucky to be able to return home to you."

Derek pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her head as he guided them into the bathroom. Erin stepped into the shower first and gave him her most inviting look before turning on the water. "And I am so lucky that you want to return home to me," she said as she stepped beneath the flow. He nodded and joined her in the shower, closing the door and turning them so that he could also get wet. "I wish that we could stay here forever."

"And then my beautiful wife would be a prune. No, we'll stay long enough to get clean, and then we'll tumble into bed, and I'll hold you until we both fall asleep. Now turn around, and I'll wash your hair for you."

"I can do that myself."

"But I like doing it for you," he said before pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. She smiled against his mouth, and he used the momentary distraction to turn her like he wanted, allowing her hair to become thoroughly drenched before he picked up the shampoo and poured a dollop into his hand before working it into her hair, massaging it into a lather as he hummed beneath his breath, a feeling of gladness filling his heart as he knew that he was giving his wife a momentary respite from their worries of what to do about Rossi.