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One night. One night had been all it took.



Emily stared down at the test, two pink lines clear as day on the little stick, and sighed. She ran her fingers through her dark tresses and reached for the phone. This was not a call she was looking forward to. She wiped her sweaty palms on the front of her jeans and dialed the number. He picked up after two rings.

 

“Morgan.”

 

“Hey, it’s me.” Emily said. “We uh, we need to talk.”

 

“Okay…?” Derek said, sounding more than a bit confused. “Okay princess, what’s up?”

 

Emily took a deep breath. “Do you remember that night when you and Garcia were in London with me?”

 

“How could I forget?” He chuckled. “Emily, I know we were both a few sheets to the wind, but I think any guy worth your time would remember waking up next to you, naked in bed. Why do you ask?”

 

“We uh-“ Emily hesitated. “We used protection, right?”

 

“Emily, what are you saying?” He said. “You’re making me a little nervous here. What’s going on?”

 

“I have to go to the doctor.” She mumbled. “To make sure, but I took a test and…”

 

Derek sighed heavily. Emily could almost see the way he was almost certainly running a hand across his face, could picture the defeated look on his face. She found herself fighting back tears when she realized what she was doing. How could she have been stupid enough to let this happen for the second time in her life? With arguably one of the best guys she knew, no doubt, but one who had made it clear years ago that he wasn’t anywhere close to being ready to settle down, and one who also happened to be thousands of miles away. It almost would’ve been funny if it hadn’t been her real life.

 

“Okay.” Derek said. “I uh...you’re sure?”

 

“Do I need to patch Reid in to give you the specifics on the accuracy of home pregnancy tests?” She said sarcastically. “I have an appointment next week to confirm but this test...it’s pretty hard to argue with.”

 

“And it’s for sure mine?” He asked.

 

“Gee, thanks.” She said. “Now I really feel like a slut. Yes, Morgan, it is definitely yours.”

 

“Hey, come on now.” He said. “You know I didn’t mean it like that, I just wanted to make sure.”

 

“God, this is embarrassing.” Emily said. “Okay. Morgan, you were the first guy that I had been with in a long time and I haven’t slept with anyone since. So barring an immaculate conception…”

 

“Yeah I can do the math, princess.” Derek said. “Do you uh, what do you wanna do about- ?”

 

“Honestly?” She said. “I hadn’t quite gotten that far, Derek. I literally peed on a stick five minutes ago.”

 

“TMI, princess.” He said, clearly struggling to remain serious. “You must have some idea what you want, or what you don’t want, considering that I’m even getting this phone call in the first place.”

 

“Yeah.” She sighed. “I guess you’re right.”

 

“Not that you don’t have the right to choose.” Derek said quickly. “If that’s what you want! I’m not gonna pressure you one way or another. I just figured if you’d made up your mind then…”

 

“Then what’s the point of telling you.” Emily said. “Fair point. I really don’t want to go through that again-“

 

“Now hold on.” Derek said. “ Again? When the hell did you have an abortion, Prentiss?”

 

Emily sighed. “I was fifteen years old.”

 

“Oh.” Derek’s tone changed. “I’m sorry.”

 

“Yeah.” She said. “Not exactly something that’s a whole lot of fun to talk about at parties.”

 

“Was it-?” He stammered. “Did you-?”

 

“It was consensual, Derek.” She said. “Or as consensual as a lonely teenage girl is able to be. I was a stupid kid, and I wasn’t ready to give up my entire future to raise a baby on my own, so-“

 

“Emily, you don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He said. “Okay, and even if you did, you were a baby having a baby. You won’t get any judgment from me.”

 

“Anyway.” Emily said. “It was a long time ago, I’m older now and I’ve done a lot of thinking the past few years...if I pass this up now, I may never get the chance to be a mother after this.”

 

“Emily, come on.” Derek said. “You’re not that old, and I can imagine there’s more than one guy out there who wouldn’t mind putting a ring on that pretty finger. If you wanna keep it, just say so, case closed.”

 

“Okay, fine.” Emily said. “I want this baby, and if you don’t want to be involved, I won’t hold it against you. That is your decision, I don’t want you to feel like you have to completely change your life around because I decided that I was ready to be a mom.”

 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop.” Derek said. “You don’t really think I’m gonna leave you hanging with a kid that I’m responsible for, do you?”

 

“It’s not about responsibility.” She said. “It’s my choice to keep and raise the baby.”

 

“Yeah.” He said. “A baby that I had a hand in bringing into existence.”

 

“I don’t think your hand was what did it, Derek.”

 

“You know what I mean.” He said. “I had fun when we were making this baby, I’m not about to step out on you just because it wasn’t part of the plan. That’s not me.”

 

“Okay.” Emily sighed. “Then we have a lot to discuss, like how we plan on co-parenting in two different countries, because I don’t think either of us is willing to give up their jobs and move.”

 

“I’ll talk to Hotch.” Derek said. “Maybe I can split my time between here and London til we can figure out a more permanent solution.”

 

“You don’t have to do that.” Emily said. 

 

“I want to do it, Emily.” He said. “This is as much my child as it is yours and you just started at Interpol. Besides, in a few months you won’t exactly be able to do much international travel…”

 

“I could still try.” Emily said. “It’s not fair to expect you to make all of the effort. We both did this.”

 

“Okay.” Derek said. “Alright, we don’t have to figure all this stuff out today. Do you want me to be there for the appointment next week? I can figure something out.”

 

“You don’t have to.” She said. “I can call you after. I’d rather you miss the appointments and be here for the birth if it came down to that.”

 

Derek sighed and Emily could tell he was frustrated.

 

“I want to be there.” He said. “I wish I could be there right now, that’s my kid in there, Emily.”

 

“I know.” She said. “We’ll work it out. It’s all gonna be okay, Morgan.”

 

“Shouldn’t I be telling you that?”

 

Emily chuckled. “Maybe.” She said. “But it’s kind of a big deal. For both of us, our lives are about to change in a major way in less than a year.”

 

“Yeah.” Derek said. “No kidding, princess.”

 

There was an uncomfortable silence that followed, and Emily found herself chewing on a fingernail. She quickly stopped and cleared her throat.

 

“Okay.” She said. “Well I won’t keep you on the phone any longer. I’ll call you after the appointment?”

 

“Sure.” He said. “You know, if you need to talk...about this or anything, you don’t need a reason.”

 

“I know.” She said. “Talk to you later?”

 

“Sure thing, princess.”



Emily hung up the phone and brushed away a few tears that had escaped down her cheeks. Though the call wasn’t a complete disaster, and though having children was something she’d wanted for a long time now, Emily still had misgivings. Parenting long distance sounded like a nightmare waiting to happen, and there was the fact that she and Derek weren’t actually together and never had been except for that one night. Now they were going to be parents. One night had turned into being linked to one another for the rest of their lives, and Emily didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. 

 

“No turning back now.” She muttered as she got up off the bathroom floor. “Ready or not, here you come.”