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'Mommy! Daddy!' Penelope heard the moment she opened the door, the footsteps got closer and Penelope put her arm around Derek.

'To bed with you sunshine.' She told him and Derek looked at her like a kicked puppy, his lips pulling into a pout. 'No arguments, up there, now.'

'Why'd you have to pull the dominance act on me now? When I can't sacrifice my manly-hood to you baby?'

'Because in this life we return favours, you're ill so upstairs now, or mamma's not gonna give you the loving you deserve.' Penelope teased him, using her index finger to stroke under his chin.

'You're mean.'

'Mommy! Daddy!' They heard again and their four year daughter came running into the hallway. 'You're home!'

'Yeah we sure are baby.' Penelope said as she picked the little girl up. 'Tell your daddy that he needs to go to bed honey.'

'Daddy.' Their daughter said, putting her free hand on her hip and pulling a face she'd perfected from watching Penelope. 'You're ill, when I'm ill I'm made to stay in bed and sleep and drink lots of fluids and eat Grandma Morgan's secret soup, which you really should be excited for.'

Derek laughed but it went hoarse and he had to cough. 'You got it right Princess, daddy's going.' He kissed his daughter on the cheek before kissing Pen and going for the stairs.

Penelope waited until Derek was at the top of the stairs before putting her down. 'Right honey, I want you to follow him upstairs and wait for about 2 minutes before knocking on the door and going in and making sure he's in bed. Can you do that?'

'I'm mommy's little spy again aren't I?'

Penelope tapped her daughter's nose and smiled. 'That you are honey bunch, that you are.'

'Okay mommy, you get that soup going and I'll make sure he's in bed with Mr. Cuddleton!' The little girl then bound up the stairs before stopping. 'I gotta count to 2 minutes right?' Penelope nodded. 'So that's that 20 Mississippi's?'

'You got it in one sugar.' The little girl smiled and went up the stairs; Penelope went into the kitchen and put the bag of medication down. 'Thanks for looking after her.' She told Emily as she stood in the kitchen washing up. Penelope put her head in her arms tiredly and Emily stepped forward and put a glass of water down.

'Still tired?'

'Try still pregnant.' Penelope said and looked up slowly as she saw Emily staring at her. 'It's taken us a while but I'm like 3 months pregnant and Derek's yet to find out.'

'Why haven't you told him PG?' She asked, shielding her excitement.

'Because he's ill and really a lucid thought out of him isn't really very lucid at all at the moment.' Penelope joked as she stood up and took the drink. 'But I think I have a way of telling him and it will be today. You mind stealing my daughter off me for a bit?'

'Spend time with my niece? Course not!' Emily said with a pleased smile as she put the plates she'd just dried away. 'So what did the doctor say?'

'That Mr Morgan is suffering from Tonsillitis and that after seeing that he's put off going to the doctor's for a while he now needs a tonsillectomy.' Penelope retorted, mocking the doctor with a smile and looked at Emily as she drank the rest of the water. 'He said, hell no, gimme the antibiotics and I'll be fine.' That time she mocked Derek and Emily couldn't help but laugh.

'Ahh, sounds familiar.' Emily said as she leant against the counters and she smirked. 'If only we were like 5 years younger again, this would've been so similar.'

'I got it done didn't I?'

'Yeah and look how ill you were before and after it.'

'I got my happily ever after from it though.' Penelope quipped and beamed at the thought, it was then she heard her daughter thumping down the stairs. 'Quieter Bella.' Penelope said a little louder and the thumping stopped but the plodding from stairs to kitchen didn't. 'Did daddy listen?'

'He sure did. Have you cooked the soup?'

'I haven't no, but you and Auntie Em are going to go and find Uncle Aaron and do something fun so mommy can help look after daddy and then I have a surprise for you.'

'Is it a friend for Clooney, because he's so lonely mommy.'

'It might be a friend for Clooney.' Was all Penelope said as she crouched down. 'Go get your stuff together and say bye to your dad okay?'

'Okay mommy.' Was all Bella told her and ran from the room.

'Isabella Morgan has gotta be my favourite child I know.' Emily said.

Penelope laughed and patted her shoulder as she went back. 'Wait until you and Hotch make babies, my kids will be a second thought.'

Later that afternoon, Penelope went upstairs to the bedroom and pushed the door open, she looked at her husband as he slept and she could hear the soreness of his throat with each snore that erupted from his mouth, she sat on her and gently roused him, he looked up at her before a small smile graced his lips.

'Gonna eat this for me?' She asked him and he sat up and went to object. 'Na uh angel, that's not gonna pass with mamma, you gotta eat and its Momma Morgan's speciality soup, it's good for you so I'm told.'

'Oh yeah?'

'Oh yeah handsome, you see it's yummy and healthy and it'll help with that sore throat.'

'What about the line up pills next to it?' He asked with a raised brow.

'Those are because my husband's a dumbass and refuses something that's going to help him more in the long run.'

'Pen...' He groaned as she put the tray over his lap.

'You see, it's like this...' Penelope said as she put some of the soup on the spoon and blew on it to cool it before putting the spoon to his lips. 'You have the op and get better or your daughters gonna forever use her bossy face.'

'Well it's not a bad face.'

'Derek Morgan getting talked down by his 4 year old daughter... oh yeah there's logic.'

'I don't want the op.'

'Why not?'

'Remember when you had it?' Penelope nodded; she'd never forget when she had it. 'I'm scared, like the scared from when I watched you before you went down and I know how ill you were after it.'

Penelope twisted to face him. 'I had my best friend with me through that; you've got your wife.' Penelope told him straight. 'And well, if I remember quite well, there's lots of cuddles involved, and time off, and family time, and oh yeah... all the flavours of ice cream ever possible.' Derek had to smile as he remembered. 'Chocolate's still my favourite... but I have no idea why.' She teased.

'Fine...' He relented as she looked up at her. 'I'll have the op.'

Penelope smiled at him giving in. 'Oh and we have to plan how to decorate the nursery.'

'W-what?' Derek crocked at her. 'You're pregnant?'

'I am indeed.' She told him casually. 'And well Penelope Morgan wants a healthy husband come 6 months time.' Derek looked at her adoring as she filled a spoon again with soup. 'Gonna have that op for definite now?' He nodded at her vigorously and he couldn't remove the smile from his face. 'We'll have to see if vanilla's your favourite flavour.'

'But you smell like strawberries.'

'No one said you couldn't mix... you're gonna need a lot of ice cream.' She told him and he laughed before he pulled her close to him and kissed her but she pulled back. 'You can wait for the whole experience like I had to.'

A/N: THE END!

So there you have it! Being ill can be the making of love! =P

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