The team had made the connection on our next case, which was only three days after we found out about the pregnancy ourselves. To their merit, they didn't say anything for three weeks before Garcia couldn't help herself anymore. She asked for confirmation, I reluctantly gave it, and we had hugs and congratulations from everyone.
Rossi suggested a family dinner at his house to celebrate, to which they all agreed. Hotch and I went separately, as I had a meeting with Strauss at 5, and Hotch had to pick up Jack before he went to Rossi's.
When I got there, they all had drinks at the dining table and Hotch brought me a lemonade. They made up a game to create baby names for us – none of which we would use – while Rossi cooked dinner across the room in the kitchen.
I only ate about a quarter of my risotto; the smell made me nauseous. When Rossi questioned me and I was honest, he apologised profusely and said he should have picked a less fragrant recipe.
After dinner was finished and Jack and Henry were in the living room with a movie on, I cleared my throat and got their attention. "I know tonight is supposed to be about celebrating our pregnancy, but now seems like a good time to bring this up considering we're all here," I glanced at Hotch at my side. He squeezed my knee briefly under the table to show he was supporting me, and I took a breath before speaking again, "I am not going to risk losing this baby as well, so I had a meeting with Strauss tonight and I'll be transferring over to a position in counterterrorism analysis."
"When?" Morgan asked.
"She said four weeks. Until then, I'll be working remotely on cases with you guys from the precinct."
They were quiet for a moment as they let that sink in. Garcia was the first to break the silence with a quiet, sad voice, "I thought we had you until you got married."
"Yeah…which isn't too much longer anyway because we want to be married before we have the baby, and preferably before I'm fat, so we're not losing that much time…" I tried. I could see the sadness in her eyes, and then they started to get teary.
There was silence for another minute, and then Rossi spoke, "I guess we'll just have to make these dinners a more regular thing. Once a month, like clockwork." He looked at me. I nodded and smiled appreciatively. Reid looked shattered, JJ looked like she knew this was going to happen, and I couldn't read Morgan.
We moved into casual conversation and it wasn't long before Morgan got up and left the room quietly. I got up and followed him through to Rossi's office and closed the door behind me. "You're upset."
"Of course I'm upset, Emily. You've been my partner for years, and now I'm going to have to adjust to a new one."
"I never wanted to ruin our friendship."
"You're not," He shook his head and approached me, pulling me into a hug, "You are a fiercely independent woman who has always put her career first. I commend you for adjusting your priorities to put your family first now."
"I just can't lose this one too."
"I know, Princess. I understand. I'm not upset with you, I'm upset with…the work situation." He looked at me and I smiled weakly in acknowledgement of his words. I pulled him into another tight hug and held on for a little longer than the previous one. "Will you call it Morgan? Works for a boy and a girl." He joked to lighten the mood.
I laughed as I pulled away, "Absolutely."
4 weeks later, we were called to another night at Rossi's where we arrived to a wedding similar to the one JJ and Will had. JJ and Garcia helped me put makeup on, and I got dressed into a white silk dress that they had found for me. It wasn't technically a wedding dress, but they said that this one had just screamed my name. I agreed with them; I loved it.
Rossi walked me through the small crowd and to Hotch who was standing in front of Reid.
We repeated traditional vows before putting the ring onto each other's fingers, and then kissed to their applause.
Garcia and Jack threw flower pedals our way. A few got caught in my hair and Hotch picked them out gently for me.
Once we had turned the ceremony into a reception, I took note of who was here. My mother, surprisingly, and a man who I assumed was Hotch's brother. Jessica was here, our team obviously, Strauss, and a few other agents from the office.
We had a couple of drinks – I had to settle for soda – before JJ told me that we had to have a traditional first dance, and then she played the song that she knew was on the top of my list for wedding songs.
'I Get To Love You' by Ruelle played as he danced with me on the little dance floor set out on the grass and under trails of fairy lights and flowers. It was a beautiful moment for me and a few tears had escaped my eyes by the end of the song. "Are you okay?" he asked as he held me close to him.
"The damn hormones." I blamed before pressing a kiss to his jaw.
Afterwards, Jack asked me if I would dance with him. We danced to two songs before Morgan asked Jack if he could cut in. Jack thought about it seriously before allowing, and he ran off to Hotch who was talking to my mother.
I noticed Hotch's suspected brother watching everyone from afar; like he had no interest in being a part of this. After two dances with Morgan, I made Garcia step in, and I approached him. "Sean, right?"
"Emily." He nodded.
"Thank you for coming. Aaron pretends he doesn't care but I know he appreciates you being here."
"I didn't have much of a choice when Garcia called me." I saw a small smirk play on his lips, and he had the same dimples as his brother.
"Yeah, she doesn't take the word "no" very well." I laughed lightly. He shook his head and continued to watch everyone.
"You look great; my brother is a very lucky man."
I looked at him, "Thank you." His response died on his tongue when we both saw Hotch approached. "Hey." I smiled at my husband. He slipped his hand into mine and intertwined our fingers.
"Thank you for coming." Hotch said to Sean. They seemed to watch each other for a few seconds before Sean let out a breath and only nodded in response.
"Well, I'm going to go make Reid dance with me." I kissed Hotch's cheek and retreated from the tense situation.
I made Reid dance with me for only one song, and then Rossi stepped in for a song. He then spun me around and I landed in Will's arms and danced two songs with him.
We took a break from dancing when Rossi had let us know that his servers were now bringing out a banquet of food. There were five different kinds of salads, roast chicken, roast beef, tofu for Garcia, and plenty of side dishes.
I sat down with Hotch with a small plate of food and some water. "You're not eating much." He commented after pressing a kiss to my temple.
I smiled weakly and then looked at him, deciding to be truthful, "I'm feeling a little nauseous. I have no idea why it's call morning sickness."
"Fourteen weeks is the second trimester; I was sure the morning sickness was supposed to finish up at the end of the first."
"Apparently some people get it the entire way through. How was your talk with Sean?"
"He's staying in town for a few days to see Jack. He asked permission to keep him out of school on Monday. He knows we won't be here, though."
"What?" I wasn't aware of any plans.
He smiled at me and removed an envelope from his jacket pocket, "Two plane tickets to Tulum, Mexico, and eight days paid accommodation."
"When do we leave?"
"Tomorrow, mid-afternoon." He tucked the envelope back into his pocket. I smiled and kissed him. "Can't wait to have you in a bed for that long." He added with a whisper in my ear. I laughed and shook my head at him.
Everyone but our team had left by midnight. When it was just us, I showed them our sonogram photo from the week beforehand. JJ and Garcia asked if I had copies, to which I did. I set them on the table for whoever wanted to keep one.
At about 2am, they all retired upstairs to bed in Rossi's spare rooms. Hotch and I went into the one guest bedroom that was downstairs for a painfully obvious reason.
You had to consummate a marriage.
He removed my dress carefully for me and lay me on the bed. He kissed from my ankles, up my legs, to my hips and up my torso until he reached my lips. After we made out for a little while, he pulled back with a hand on my cheek and met my eyes, "Thank you for marrying me." He whispered.
I smiled, "Thank you for loving me." I put my hand on the back of his neck and brought him back down to kiss me again.
He kissed back down my body but stopped between my legs. When he knew I was on the edge, he put a hand over my mouth to try and muffle the sound of my orgasm; the team, Jack, and Henry were only upstairs.
It was gentle and sweet sex that was the perfect way to end our wedding night. Afterwards, I snuggled up to him and he scratched my back lightly until I fell asleep.
The flight to Tulum was only a few hours, but I hated every second. I had terrible morning sickness throughout, although Hotch suspected that the flight was doing it and not the baby. I got tired of getting up every five minutes so Hotch got some vomit bags out for me. Thankfully, we swapped seats so that I could sit at the window and be as undisruptive as possible to the other passengers.
When we landed, Hotch took us straight to the hotel and started the shower. He told me to get in, that it would make me feel better.
It did eventually, but I sat in there for almost 30 minutes.
He ordered dinner in for us when I said I wasn't up for going out. He didn't seem to mind but I still felt bad. It was our honeymoon and here I was ruining the first night.
We didn't even have sex that night. He gave me a light massage to try and release the tension in my back, and then we watched a movie and went to sleep.
This morning I woke before Hotch and lay for about ten minutes to gage how I felt, and then I stood up. To my relief, I felt fine. Maybe the rest of our trip would be fine.
I got back into bed beside him and woke him but kissing across his jaw and then down his neck. He took in a breath and rolled over on top of me.
We made love twice before we got up, showered, and planned our day.
Today, we would go to the beach, grab some lunch, and then go to the resort's pool where cocktails were served all day every day, for him at least. I'd have to settle for soda or water, and maybe a couple of mocktails.
Tomorrow morning, he was going to take me to the local markets, and then more shopping, and then we would probably return to either the beach or the pool.
I was so happy that we got married sooner rather than later, because I could still wear a swimsuit without feeling self-conscious about a baby bump. I knew when the time came, that Hotch would tell me that it was silly to feel that way; that I was growing a baby and I was beautiful. I also knew that I wouldn't believe him.
But now while I could, and I lay at the beach with my husband, everything seemed pretty perfect.