"I come bearing gifts."
Emily looked up and smiled at JJ leaning against the doorway. "I hope it's something that helps with this goddamn nausea."
"That, and I have better," JJ said, taking a seat on one of the chairs placed across Emily's desk. "I have pregnancy-friendly granola bars and candy bars."
"Granola bars?" Emily winced. "Those are gross."
"Oh honey, trust me, you'll be saying otherwise in a few weeks," JJ said and winked.
"Well that sucks," Emily sighed and leaned back against her seat. "I'm already out of pants and I'm pretty sure by next week I have to give up my ankle boots, and now this? What else do I have to be aware of?"
"Well," JJ started with a wicked grin on her face.
"No, do not answer that. Let me suffer it because I trusted my biology teacher who said that my eggs would've shriveled up at this age," Emily groaned.
JJ laughed and shook her head in amusement. "So how far along are you?"
"Why, you wanna find out when this little one was conceived?" Emily teased.
"The rumour mill, meaning Penelope Garcia, cannot decide whether it was on your first anniversary weekend or on your birthday celebration this October," JJ said.
Emily grinned and bit her lip. The night after she found out how far along she was, she was trying to remember when and how her baby was conceived. She did the math and when she asked Andrew about the date, he only smiled and kissed her passionately, confirming her theory.
"You're smiling," JJ pointed out, bursting the bubble Emily found herself in.
"What about it?" Emily asked, trying desperately to hide the blush creeping on her face by finishing the paperwork on her desk.
JJ rolled her eyes. For a profiler, and an ex-CIA agent, Emily should certainly be able to do better than that. "It was a good night, wasn't it?"
If possible, Emily felt her face heat up even more at JJ's words and she was certain she was blushing furiously.
"Oh my god, it was," JJ exclaimed happily. "So when? How? More importantly, where?"
"You're starting to sound like Garcia," Emily scoffed.
"If you don't give me answers, I'm gonna get Garcia and let her get the answers out of you, and I know she would get it fast because her questions would be way embarrassing and obscene than mine."
"Twelve weeks," Emily conceded. JJ was right; Penelope knew the buttons to push when it came to embarrassing people, and Emily was certain she would ask for the detailed version including the position they were in so she herself could avoid it.
JJ mouth slowly opened and stared at Emily in shock as she mentally did the math. "Oh my god."
"We were at Rossi's, celebrating Krystall's birthday."
"It was a week late because we were on a case on her actual birthday, but yes," Emily said and bit her lip.
"All of us stayed the night because of the unexpected storm," JJ said.
“Exactly.” Emily found herself unable to stop grinning. "And, well… the blankets weren't warm enough."
"Emily Prentiss!" JJ gasped. "Rossi's house? Really?"
"Keep your voice down. I don't think he would be appreciative of the fact that my child was conceived under his roof."
JJ smiled at how the words 'my child' seemed so natural coming from Emily. She knew that Emily was scared at first — hell, she was terrified both times of her pregnancy — but now Emily was relaxed, and, JJ was so glad to admit, pregnancy looked good on her. She was already glowing.
"I don't think he would be appreciative of knowing anything prior to the actual pregnancy," JJ laughed. "Although it would be a good story to tell your kid when he or she turns sixteen."
"Or maybe we'll just name the kid Rossi," Emily said, throwing her head back in laughter.
JJ was about to respond when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She took it out and read Penelope's text before standing up and putting it back in her pocket.
"Where are you going?" Emily asked, wincing as she munched on one of the granola bars JJ had brought.
"That was Garcia. They're waiting for us in the conference room," JJ said.
Emily burrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Why? Do we have a case? Garcia didn't tell me if we had any."
JJ raised an eyebrow at the brunette. "Em, we brief cases every 10:30 in the morning."
"It's 10:30 already?" Emily checked her wrist watch and stood up, closing her eyes and massaging her temple when she felt a wave of dizziness hit her. When she opened them, JJ had a sympathetic smile on her face. "This sucks."
"Been there, done that. Luckily for you, the nausea goes away at the second trimester," JJ said as the women walked towards the conference room. "That's also when the craving for random food pays a visit at very random hours."
"That's not comforting, JJ," Emily chuckled. She opened the door to the conference room and was immediately taken aback by the sight in front of her. The normally bleak conference room was filled with purple balloons and decorations, and the table, usually filled with paperwork or coffee, was filled with presents and food. There was also a cake with a baby rattle on top.
"Surprise!" Penelope squealed, wrapping Emily in a tight hug.
"What-what is all this?" Emily asked as she hugged Penelope back.
"Do you think we would shrug and ignore the fact that our badass boss and friend was about to become a mom?" Tara asked incredulously. She hugged Emily as soon as the blonde had let her go.
"Not really, but I also didn't expect this!" Emily exclaimed, taking in the vibrant room. She wanted to ask how they had gotten away with decorating a federal office but considered it better not to. Her eyes landed once more on the cake and she groaned good-naturedly. "And there's cake too? Is that even necessary?"
"It wouldn't be a celebration without cake!" Penelope argued, glaring at Luke who chuckled at her enthusiasm.
"If it makes you feel better, Penelope wanted a multi-layered cake, but JJ and I talked her out of it," Rossi whispered in her ear as he hugged her. "Congratulations, gattina."
"Thank you," Emily smiled. "Alright, I yield to the cake, but presents? Really guys? Andrew and I haven't even found out what we're having and there are already presents?"
"Oh! Oh! Are you gonna find out what it is you're cooking in that tummy of yours?" Penelope asked, clapping her hands together in excitement.
"Andrew and I haven't talked about it yet, but I definitely do. This little one's already a surprise, I want to be prepared," Emily said, a soft smile on her face. Her hand unconsciously made its way to her bump, and she failed to notice the smile on her team's faces at the gesture. "Besides, my doctor said that in my case, I might not even have to wait until sixteen weeks to find out because I have to take a chromosome blood test that reveals it."
"How far along are you?" Luke asks. Emily and JJ glance at each other and they share a small laugh.
"Twelve weeks," Emily grinned.
"At this time, the baby's digestive system is developing, and its pancreas beginning to make insulin. And in a few weeks’ time, the hair would start to develop as well,” Reid added.
"I didn't even think about hair," Emily said, rubbing her hand against her bump. "What else should be developing by the time I reach the second trimester?"
"You guys can talk baby later, for now let's eat cake!" Penelope exclaimed, handing each one a cake slice. Emily took it with a grateful smile.
"So, Emily," Tara asked as she took a seat across the brunette. "Any baby name ideas? Or are you and Matt gonna come up with one that matches the other?"
"Oh my god! There are two BAU babies being born this year!" Penelope clapped her hands excitedly. "One of you better give me a baby girl to spoil."
"I keep trying to imagine what Emily's offspring would look like," Luke said, earning a snort from Emily.
"The baby's definitely gonna have Emily's dimples though," JJ said, taking a bite of the cake.
"Dimples are genetic, although some of them fade over time," Reid nodded.
"I sure hope the kid looks like Emily," a voice from behind said. Emily turned in her seat and smiled when she saw Andrew. "Because have you seen this woman? Her genes are good."
"Hey!" Emily got up and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "What brings you to six?"
"Andrew Mendoza you are late," Penelope grumbled as Rossi gestured him to take a seat.
"Sorry, I kinda ran into Morrison," he apologized. Morrison was the section chief of the local FBI unit of DC who, according to Andrew, was the slightly nicer male version of Linda Barnes.
"Wait a minute, you knew about this?" Emily asked.
"Knew about it?" JJ snorted. "More like he called us in the middle of the night —"
"— exactly 1:15 in the morning," Reid added. "So just a few hours after you let us all know you were pregnant."
"What Spence said," JJ said, giggling when Tara ruffled his hair. "Baby daddy here told us his plans and left the execution to us." Emily wrinkled her nose at the term. Matt chuckled at the disappointed but unsurprised look at Dave's face, as if he was waiting for one of them to say it for a long time.
"Along with the responsibility of toning down Garcia's ideas for a more lavish party," Luke added, earning a smack in the head from the woman in question.
Emily turned to look at Andrew, who had a slightly smug expression on his face even as he took a bite of cake. "Surprise," he said with a cheeky grin. Emily had to laugh at the bit of cake caught between his teeth.
"You know, you have to reserve the sweet cards for a few months from now. You're gonna need it," Matt grinned, earning a laugh from everyone in the room.
"More like you're gonna need it, seeing your have a wife and a pregnant boss at the same time," Tara said, earning a laugh from every person in the room.
The next minutes were filled with Penelope, JJ, and Tara arguing over who gets to be godmother, making Emily wonder for a while if Andrew wanted Sandra as the godmother. The argument then went over to what name they should choose, along with Penelope proposing a gender reveal party, an idea immediately shut down by Emily.
Later that night, when Emily walked Andrew to the elevators, she placed a lingering kiss on his cheek—before they decided to let the Bureau (aside from their teams) know about their relationship, they had both agreed to avoid public displays of affection. Rarely would anyone walking by see them hugging or even holding hands.
"You didn't have to do all of that," she mumbled against his cheek.
"I know," he said, smiling as he took her hands in his. "I wanted to; consider this an apology to half my gene pool making you nauseated fifty percent of the time."
Emily chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Thank you. Really."
"Glad to do it," he shrugged. "Anything for you."
"Anything?" she asked, leaning back a little to meet his gaze.
She hummed and ran her fingers against his lower arm. "So I guess that includes a proper thank you tonight?"
Andrew's eyes lit up in realisation, and Emily smirked mischievously at the way the muscles in his jaw moved in an attempt to constrain himself from taking her with him in the elevator and having his way with her.
"I'll see you tonight then, Agent Mendoza," she moved away from his arms and started walking towards the bullpen, making sure her hips swayed with every step she took.