Their alarm goes off early.

Well, his alarm goes off early. She hasn't woken to one in weeks that isn't under the age of five. Not in the traditional way, anyway. This morning, though, he doesn't sigh and get out of bed. Instead, he rolls into her back, curls up around her and gets his arm around her very pregnant belly.

"At least hit the snooze button," she mumbles into her pillow, even as she snuggles back into him.

"I hate the snooze button."

"Make it stop buzzing."

He huffs, but does as he's asked. She expects that to be the catalyst then, expects him to roll out of bed, get started on the day. But he doesn't. He curls around her again, curls around them, and settles in.

"Aaron."

"It's raining."

She snorts. "Unfortunately, honey, rain doesn't stop the world from working."

His hand runs over her belly, over their lethargic baby. Emily had been worried a few weeks ago, but her OB/GYN had promised their son - son - is perfectly okay. Maybe they'll finally get a good sleeper. Third time's the charm, after all.

"I don't want to go out into the rain."

Even though she's biting her lip, Emily knows her body's shaking with laughter. It doesn't happen very often, but he does this sometimes, just… completely shoves aside all of his responsibility. They're tiny glimpses into the kid he must have been before SWAT, the Bureau, even the prosecutor's office got their hands on him. She rubs her fingers over his arm.

"You have to go to work."

Silence falls and she can feel his reluctance.

"What if I don't?"

"What?"

Another pause. "It's Spring Break," he says. "It's Spring Break and it's raining and you're here with all the kids-"

"It's not difficult," she tells him, reassures him. Sure, they've had Jack since Wednesday, but he's the best big brother she could have asked for. "We're getting along."

He brushes back her hair, presses a kiss to her neck. "I feel like I'm missing out."

Emily rolls over. It takes her a few more minutes on account of her stomach, but she doesn't mind. "You're not," she promises. "No one feels like that."

He strokes his fingers over her cheek, down her neck. She shivers because she always does. Her hormones are totally out of whack, even though she rarely has the energy for such strenuous activity. Even so, her body arches and pushes towards his when he presses his mouth to hers. Her belly's in the way though and she groans as she pulls away.

"God, I can't wait until I can actually move again."

"You're beautiful," he murmurs against her mouth. This kiss is lighter, more soothing than anything else.

"I'm a whale," she retorts, "but thank you." She kisses him again. "You're going to be late."

The conflict sits in his eyes for another moment before it clears. "I'm calling in."

She pulls back. "I'm sorry?"

"It's raining, it's Friday, it's Spring Break. Someone else can take my classes for the day."

"Aaron Hotchner," she murmurs, unable to resist leaning in again. There's something about him and their bed – maybe even her hormones – that can't do anything but want him. "Who are you and what have you done with my husband."

"Call it a long weekend," he says reaching for his phone. A few moments later and he's curling up against her again, his hand stroking over her stomach. She sighs.

"This calls for a celebration," she murmurs. "A special breakfast."

He laughs just a little. Special breakfasts are for weekends. Saturdays usually. Something other than a quick bowl of cereal or toast on the way out the door. "What did you have in mind?"

"Banana pancakes," she says immediately, because now that the thoughts in her mind she can't let it go. "Baby wants pancakes."

He kisses her again. "Pancakes," he agrees and moves to get up. But she tugs on his arm, rolls back over and wraps him around her.

"In a bit. We've got twenty minutes before AJ wakes up and I want to take advantage."

Aaron, of course, doesn't argue.