#megkatherine

"Eat it."

"No."

"Please?"

"Aaron, I said no."

"You're going to love it, I promise."

Emily backed away from the fork her husband was trying to tap at her lips with and she glared. "Babe, if you don't get that away from me, it'll be so far up your ass in the next couple of seconds." She saw the waiter who had come around again to give them more wine give her a smirk, and she smiled back. "Thank you."

The older man waited until the waiter was gone before putting the fork before her again. "Come on, baby."

"Aaron, I don't want your duck."

"Why not?" he frowned, taking the piece of meat from the end of his fork.

Emily made a face before twirling a few extra noodles onto her fork. "It's sad."

"The duck?"

"It was a poor tiny duckling," the grown woman almost pouted, blowing on the steaming pasta she held before her mouth.

Hotch frowned at the younger brunette as he watched her chew her pasta. "You won't eat the duck because it was a tiny creature? Are you being serious?"

The younger woman rolled her eyes at her husband. "It was a cute, fluffy little thing and here you are eating it. Your sister would be ashamed." She smirked to herself, knowing that Hotch's sister, the environmental lawyer and animal protection activist, she would have stormed away from the table the moment he ordered his dish.

"You're eating lobster with your fettuchini."

Shaking her head full of ebony curls, Emily pointed her fork at the older man. "Difference. Lobsters are ugly and eat other poor creatures under the water. Ducks don't do that."

Hotch set down his fork, his hazel eyes staring intently at the ivory brunette. "I feel like I'm talking to Annabelle."

The younger woman let her jaw drop. "You did not just compare me to our five year old."

"I think I did."

"Asshole," Emily laughed, dipping a bite of her lobster into the sauce that covered her pasta. "Thank you so much for taking me out, honey. We haven't been on a date in months."

Hotch smiled as he watched the beautiful woman take another bite of her dinner, and he reached for the freshly poured glass of wine that sat near one of the candlesticks on their table. "Your mother was unusually friendly tonight and I thought it would be best to take advantage of that," he laughed, thinking of the older woman with his children.

The brown eyed mother of three bit her lip. "That still is bugging me. My mother never offers to watch the children."

"Well Jack is turning thirteen this year," the older man shrugged. "Maybe she's realized how much she's missed out on."

Emily looked pointedly to her husband, and she tried her best to hold back a laugh when he smiled wide. "I'm so sure that's why."

He smiled brightly to the brunette woman across from him, his ears perking up as he watched her twirl a couple of more noodles onto her fork. "Do you hear that?"

"What?" came her muffled voice, her napkin patting against her chin when she felt the sauce from her pasta drip from her lip. "What is it?"

"The song. Do you hear it?"

Emily strained her ears to hear the music floating through the restaurant, and a smile immediately crossed her features when she realized what it was. "Oh, your special song. It's like they knew we were here," she laughed, watching him stand from his seat.

Clearing his throat and straightening his tie, Hotch stood beside his wife's chair and offered her his hand. "Mrs. Hotchner?"

"What are you doing?"

He could see the laughter in her eyes, and the older brunette looked to his wife with the yes that he knew he looked at her with when he was promising to marry her at the altar. "Can I have this dance?"

Emily bit her lip, slipping her hand into that of her husband and letting him pull her up out of her seat. "What's all this about?" she whispered, smiling to him as he took her into his arms and began to sway. "You're so romantic tonight."

"I want to show you, and everyone in here, just how special you are," he smiled, stealing a quick kiss.

She caught the eyes of a few other couples in the restaurant, seeing their smiles as she grinned when her husband whispered something in her ear, and her hand tightened around his. "So, Rocket Man," she laughed, knowing that the song they were dancing to was his absolute favorite and the one that came on in the diner on their first date. "Did you plan this out?"

Hotch pressed a gentle kiss to the lobe of her ear. "No, but it's nice when things work out." He waited until she leaned back to see his face, and he tilted her chin so he could kiss her lips. "I love you."

"I know," the ivory woman chuckled lightly. "I love you too."

Emily smiled as the fire's heat radiated onto her. Her curled hair had been pulled up all day, now causing a small puff as she took it out of the ponytail. She heard a laugh and immediately looked up from the fire, trying to find a more comfortable position on the log she was occupying. "What?" 

Hotch chuckled, grasping the stick in his hand tighter. "Your hair looks cute like that."

Emily's laugh echoed off the trees, causing Hotch to smile wide. "Why thanks. Of course, the day I choose not to straighten it you say its cute."

She watched as Hotch nodded, sending his caring smile towards her. "It's natural. And has more… volume, I guess you'd say."

Emily narrowed her eyes, but was interrupted just before she could get any words out. "Look what I got! Look what I got!"

Both adults turned to Jack, who quickly ran towards Emily. "I got a new friend mommy!"

Emily's eyes softened, hearing his new name for her for only the third time. "Really? What's his name?"

"Roy!"

Hotch's laughter was heard as Emily smiled down at the young boy. "So where is your new friend."

Jack held out his clasped hands to his smiling mother, his blond hair shimmering from the light of the fire. "In my hands. You wanna see him?"

Emily hid her laughter as she nodded.

Jack smiled wide as he opened his hands, revealing a small black spider. "Meet Roy, mommy!"

Emily screamed as she ran towards the ten, her hands shaking. "Jack, go put him back in the woods."

"But mommy-"

"Jack this is not up for negotiation. Go set him free in the woods with your daddy."

Jack's sad eyes turned to his father, who was kneeling next to him. "Do I gotta daddy?"

Hotch shook his head as he rubbed his son's back. "Emily, it's just a spider. There's no harm in Jack having it."

"Aaron it could be poisonous. I do not want Jack getting hurt." Emily continued to feel her heart race as she grasped the tent's fabric in her shaking hands. "Go put it back in the woods, Aaron."

"Mommy why are you scared?"

"Baby I don't want you getting hurt by… Roy."

Jack shook his head as he stepped a little closer to his mother. "But mommy he's real tiny."

"Jack, either put him down or throw him in the fire."

Jack's sad eyes widened as he held the spider to his chest. "Mommy why?"

"EMILY!"

Emily sighed as she reluctantly let go of the tent and knelt in front of the sad boy. "Ok, sweetie look. Tiny things, such as spiders, can hurt you. Even accidentally. Because sometimes, he could get really scared and do it to protect himself."

"But I don't wanna hurt Roy!"

Emily nodded as she ran a hand through her hair. "But he doesn't know that, baby."

Jack shook his head before whispering down to the crawling spider. "I'm not gonna hurt you Roy." He then looked up to his slightly confused parents, Hotch now standing behind a kneeling Emily. "See! Now he knows!"

Emily and Hotch both grinned at Jack's wide smile. "Bud, maybe you should listen to your mother."

"But why daddy?" "Ask your mommy."

Emily sighed and held a finger up before Jack could get a word out. "I just explained to you why you need to get rid of him. If it helps at all, I'll get you a spider from the pet store when we get home." "But he wont be Roy!"

Emily nodded, rubbing her hands over her knees as Jack stared up at her. "Ok, I'll make you a deal. You put him down on the ground and we'll all go to bed. Then, if he's still here when we all wake up, you get to take Roy home and we'll set up a nice place for him in your room. Ok?"

Jack immediately began to jump up and down, before running over to the fire and setting Roy down a crinkled, brown leaf. He then turned back to his mother, and ran over to the tent. "Come on guys, we gotta go to bed!"

…

Emily sluggishly opened her eyes when there was a noise outside of their tent. She slowly, but awkwardly, sat up, with Jack's head laying in her lap. She looked around her, seeing no shadows casting on the tent except for those of trees, and the slight light from the moon.

She looked over to her feet, only to see Roy the spider, climbing onto her big toe.

"AHH!"

Hotch immediately shot up, taking the canteen in hand, while Jack sat by his side, rubbing his eyes. "What? What's wrong?"

"GET THE DAMN SPIDER OUT OF HERE!"

Her fingers interlaced with calloused ones of her husband's hand as they sat down in the break room of the BAU office, finally taking their lunch break of the day. "Are you sure you don't want to go out?"

Hotch quickly nodded his head, opening up the folder that sit in front of him. "No, this is good. You said you brought a sandwich?"

"Well yeah, for me. I thought you made your own."

The older man let out a small laugh, letting his wife take the file out of his hold. "That's ok, I'm good with just coffee."

"No," the mother of two denied. "You're going to have some of mine."

Hotch let the younger woman's hand out of his hold so she could rip apart the sandwich she had made for herself the night before, and he pressed a long, gentle kiss to her lips. "Thank you very much for sharing."

Emily laughed. "Well I learn from the best."

"Me?"

"No, Jack." The younger brunette let out a laugh when her husband pinched her side. "Come on, eat your half."

Hotch watched as the mother of his children took a bite of her sandwich, a small bit on mayo peeking out between her lips before she licked it away with the tip of her tongue. It never ceased to amaze him how beautiful the brunette woman was.

Emily frowned at the look the older man was giving her. "What?"

"What?"

The brown eyed woman giggled slightly as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, watching as her husband quickly looked away. "Why were you staring at me? I caught you, you can't deny it now."

Hotch shook his head. "Of course I can."

Emily bit her lip, watching as the older man took his first bite of the sandwich she had shared with him, and she gently took a hold of his wrist, bringing his hand to her mouth and kissing his knuckles. "I love you Aaron Hotchner."

"Of course you do," he smiled. "I'm fabulous."

The younger woman laughed as Hotch pretended to flick his hair over his shoulder.

The Unit Chief quickly put down his sandwich, wiping his hands on the small napkin that he'd taken from beside the microwave and leaned in, kissing his wife soundly. "I love you too, Emily."

Emily moaned into the older man's mouth, her fingers clenching at his thigh as she let his tongue softly caress hers. "Aaron..."

Hotch ran his fingers through his wife's hair, smiling at the need he saw in her eyes. "I can't wait to go home tonight and have you all to myself. The kids will be at Jessica's, you know."

Emily quickly shook her head, standing from her seat and dragging her husband up the steps to the confrenece room. She locked the door and drew all the blinds before pushing her Unit Chief down into one of the chairs. "I can't wait until tonight." She straddled the brunette man's lap with a grin, her hips grinding down hard against his.

The older man groaned at the feeling of his wife's hips against his. "Em..."

"Fuck me."

Hotch smiled up to the younger woman in his lap, quickly pulling down his slacks and letting his wife sink down onto his thick penis. His hands immediately went to her hips, thanking God that she had decided to rid her butc nature for the day and wear a skirt. "God Em."

Emily let out a shaky breath before putting on a smile, pulling the older man in for a kiss as she rode him slowly, her teeth nibbling into his bottom lip.

The brunette man palmed his wife's left breast through the material of her shirt, letting the younger woman begin to pick up her pace.

"Oh Aaron please..."

"Come on Em," he grunted. "Bounce that sexy ass of yours."

Emily's breath began to pick up, her breath hot as she shared a kiss with the older man.

"I'm telling you guys, I haven't seen them for the past ten minutes. They're probably out."

The brunette couple immediately froze, hearing the voices of their team come closer and closer. Emily scrambled off of her husband's lap, falling to the floor in a mess of tangled limbs. "Hide! Hide!"

JJ opened up the confrenece room door, her eyes widening along with Penelope's and Dave's at the sight of Hotch and Emily doing their best to get their pants back on. "Oh my God."

Emily gave an awkward laugh as she stood from the floor, smoothing down her skirt and running a hand through her hair. "Hey guys."

Hotch stood slowly form the ground, his hand gripping his back. "I thought you locked the door," he growled.

The brunette woman's eyes glared over to her husband. "I locked the other door, Aaron. Don't you gripe at me."

JJ quickly spun around and pushed the two other agents out of the room, slamming the confrence room door behind them. "Take your time!"

"Well, what do you think?" he asked, kissing her stomach.

"Derek," she laughed. "The baby can't respond."

He picked his head up from her stomach and kissed her softly. "Well, then what do you think Em?"

"Well, you want honesty?"

"Of course babe."

"Well, I don't really like the name Marissa."

"Ok… ok. What about… Elizabeth or Emma or Cassie? Any of the names I came up with?"

"Well, I liked that first name you said."

"Elizabeth?"

"No! That's my mother's name… you want her to be a tight ass like my mother?"

"Then what name?" he asked while rubbing her little, round tummy.

"The one you said yesterday at lunch."

"Charlie or Leslie?"

"Leslie. It's cute and very feminine."

"Yeah, it's one of my favorite names. But, then what if it's a boy?"

"Um, well, maybe Derek after his very handsome daddy." she said smiling.

"I don't think so. He doesn't want to become a Mamma Mia loving freak does he?"

"You like Mamma Mia! That's so cute."

He smiled and brought his lips to hers. When they parted, he looked back down at her belly and continued rubbing it.

"So, Em, what name do you like for a boy?"

"Well, I've always liked the names Owen, Max and Charlie."

"Max is a nice name. Where did that come from sweetie?"

"That's my dad's name."

"Oh right. My bad Em. Sorry."

"It's ok."

He looked back down at her stomach and kissed it. Then he whispered against it, "It's your daddy here. I'm goanna love you so much. And don't you ever forget, never listen to Spencer Reid when he tells you that you're a bastard."

"Derek!"

He brought his eyes to meet hers. "I'm sorry honey. I just don't want him, or her believing that their a love child."

"Well, you married me right before you found out actually. So, technically, he, or she, isn't a love child."

"Tell that to Reid."

"I love you."

"I love you too my darling."

A sigh was the only thing that made it past her lips, and it was a shaky one. The beeping of the machines in the room rung through her ears, the rhythm of the beeps somehow finding the rhythm of her heartbeat and pounding along.

Her daughter was asleep.

Nicole's tiny little head lay softly on her favorite pink pillow, her chest moving steadily up and down as the IV fluids pumped into her.

Day one hundred thirty-two in Memorial Hospital for eight year old Nicole Hotchner.

Emily's saddened doe eyes looked away from her daughter at the sound of footsteps approaching, watching as her husband walked back into the hospital room. "Hey."

"Hi sweetheart." He walked over to the couch where his wife was sitting and scooted behind her lean body, handing her the coffee she had requested. "Two splenda and no milk."

The mother of two turned her head and pressed a kiss to her husband's cheek. "Thank you, Aaron."

The older man sighed as his wife snuggled back into his chest. "How's she doing?"

"The same," she nodded. "Hasn't woken up yet."

"We're supposed to get the results today."

Emily gently shook her head, the tip of her tongue digging into her cheek. "They said that on Sunday too."

Aaron sighed. "Well maybe we'll actually get them today. And they'll be good."

The brunette woman glanced back to their daughter. "Hopefully."

"They will be," he assured her, resting his chin on her left shoulder. "I know they will be."

"Jack should be here soon."

The brown eyed man chuckled. "I know, he texted me at least ten times from school. He's really excited to see Colie."

Emily smiled, feeling her heart swell at the love her stepson held for his baby sister. "He called me twice. Haley picked him up five minutes early from school to get him here before the traffic got bad."

"Good call."

Nicole let out a gentle whine as she woke, feeling the IV pulling slightly as she tried to move. "Mommy?"

Emily immediately jumped from her seat, sitting herself on the edge of her sick daughter's bed. "Hi there baby. How'd you sleep?"

The eight year old sleepily shrugged her shoulders as she yawned. "Ok mommy."

Aaron pressed a kiss to his little girl's forehead. "How's my little princess feeling?"

"I'm tired, daddy."

The brunette man held his wife tight to him as his fiingers played with Nicole's, knowing she was fighting back tears. "I know, baby girl. But you can't go back to sleep right now."

The blue eyed girl frowned. "Why?"

"Because someone special is coming to see you."

Nicole immediately sat up in her bed, looking to her parents with a grin. "Santa Clause?"

Emily let out a laugh, feeling her husband's body vibrate behind her as he chuckled. "No honey, Christmas isn't here just yet. But this super cool big brother of someone we know is coming for a visit."

Nicole got onto her knees and gently crawled over to her parents, cupping her hands around her mouth so she could whisper. "Is it Jack?"

"Yes, yes it is."

The little girl's head spun to see her big brother walking in. "Jack!" She waited until he sat down on her bed before jumping into his lap. "Hi Jack."

Emily smiled when she saw Nicole kiss the thirteen year old's cheek. Her eyes flickered over to the blond woman who was quietly making her way into the room, and she nodded. "Thank you for picking him up."

Haley gave a gentle smile. "It wasn't a problem." She gestured to the little girl, watching as she rested her bald head on her older brother's chest. "How's she doing?"

The mother of two bit her lip. "We don't know yet. We're hoping to find out today."

A comfortable silence fell over the room just as Nicole's doctor walked in, her eyes glancing over to her patient. "Hi there Nicole."

Nicole beamed at the older woman. "Hi Becky."

"Feeling good?"

The blue eyed girl shrugged as she played with her brother's hair. "I'm not really tired anymore."

"Well that's great news," she smiled. Her eyes quickly turned to the two parents in the room. "Can I talk to you two for a minute?"

The brunette couple immediately nodded, following their daughter's doctor out into the hall. "How is she? Is she ok? She's ok, right?"

Aaron grabbed onto his wife's hand to silence her. "Did you get the results?"

The doctor nodded her head. "Doctors Gordon, Hart and I have all gone over your daughter's MRI results. Twice."

Emily hastily nodded. "And?"

"The tumor in her brain, we had only been able to remove half of it during surgery because it had wrapped itself around a large vein. That's why we needed to do the chemotherapy through IV."

The brunette mother sighed. "This was all four months ago, Rebecca. What does that have to do with anything now?"

The doctor smiled. "The MRI results then came up positive for the remaining parts of the tumor. The results have now turned up negative."

Aaron's brows furrowed. "Negative? What do you mean negative?"

Emily licked her lips. "How does that happen? Did it just disappear?"

"These things don't normally happen." The doctor let out a small laugh. "It's like a miracle."

The mother of two felt tears spring into her eyes, her hand tightening around her husband's. "No more cancer? Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"Ok…Ok, I think I got it."

"Ya’ know, usually the man is suppose to help the woman in relationships."

Derek sent a glare towards the smiling older woman. “Ha ha, very funny. Can we maybe sit down for a minute?”

Emily smiled as the fire's heat radiated onto her. Her curled hair had been pulled up all day, now causing a small puff as she took it out of the ponytail. She heard a laugh and immediately looked up from the fire, trying to find a more comfortable position on the log she was occupying. "What?"

Hotch chuckled, grasping the stick in his hand tighter. "Your hair looks cute like that."

Emily's laugh echoed off the trees, causing Hotch to smile wide. "Why thanks. Of course, the day I choose not to straighten it you say its cute."

She watched as Hotch nodded, sending his caring smile towards her. "It's natural. And has more… volume, I guess you'd say."

Emily narrowed her eyes, but was interrupted just before she could get any words out. "Look what I got! Look what I got!"

Both adults turned to Jack, who quickly ran towards Emily. "I got a new friend mommy!"

Emily's eyes softened, hearing his new name for her for only the third time. "Really? What's his name?"

"Roy!"

Hotch's laughter was heard as Emily smiled down at the young boy. "So where is your new friend."

Jack held out his clasped hands to his smiling mother, his blond hair shimmering from the light of the fire. "In my hands. You wanna see him?"

Emily hid her laughter as she nodded.

Jack smiled wide as he opened his hands, revealing a small black spider. "Meet Roy, mommy!"

Emily screamed as she ran towards the ten, her hands shaking. "Jack, go put him back in the woods."

"But mommy-"

"Jack this is not up for negotiation. Go set him free in the woods with your daddy."

Jack's sad eyes turned to his father, who was kneeling next to him. "Do I gotta daddy?"

Hotch shook his head as he rubbed his son's back. "Emily, it's just a spider. There's no harm in Jack having it."

"Aaron it could be poisonous. I do not want Jack getting hurt." Emily continued to feel her heart race as she grasped the tent's fabric in her shaking hands. "Go put it back in the woods, Aaron."

"Mommy why are you scared?"

"Baby I don't want you getting hurt by… Roy."

Jack shook his head as he stepped a little closer to his mother. "But mommy he's real tiny."

"Jack, either put him down or throw him in the fire."

Jack's sad eyes widened as he held the spider to his chest. "Mommy why?"

"EMILY!"

Emily sighed as she reluctantly let go of the tent and knelt in front of the sad boy. "Ok, sweetie look. Tiny things, such as spiders, can hurt you. Even accidentally. Because sometimes, he could get really scared and do it to protect himself."

"But I don't wanna hurt Roy!"

Emily nodded as she ran a hand through her hair. "But he doesn't know that, baby."

Jack shook his head before whispering down to the crawling spider. "I'm not gonna hurt you Roy." He then looked up to his slightly confused parents, Hotch now standing behind a kneeling Emily. "See! Now he knows!"

Emily and Hotch both grinned at Jack's wide smile. "Bud, maybe you should listen to your mother."

"But why daddy?"

"Ask your mommy."

Emily sighed and held a finger up before Jack could get a word out. "I just explained to you why you need to get rid of him. If it helps at all, I'll get you a spider from the pet store when we get home."

"But he won't be Roy!"

Emily nodded, rubbing her hands over her knees as Jack stared up at her. "Ok, I'll make you a deal. You put him down on the ground and we'll all go to bed. Then, if he's still here when we all wake up, you get to take Roy home and we'll set up a nice place for him in your room. Ok?"

Jack immediately began to jump up and down, before running over to the fire and setting Roy down a crinkled, brown leaf. He then turned back to his mother, and ran over to the tent. "Come on guys, we gotta go to bed!"

…

Emily sluggishly opened her eyes when there was a noise outside of their tent. She slowly, but awkwardly, sat up, with Jack's head laying in her lap. She looked around her, seeing no shadows casting on the tent except for those of trees, and the slight light from the moon.

She looked over to her feet, only to see Roy the spider, climbing onto her big toe.

"AHH!"

Hotch immediately shot up, taking the canteen in hand, while Jack sat by his side, rubbing his eyes. "What? What's wrong?"

"GET THE DAMN SPIDER OUT OF HERE!"