This one follows on from chapter 2. Apologies in advance for any spelling/grammatical errors.

Andrew watched the water in the saucepan as he waited for it to start to bubble. Pasta was on the menu for the third time this week. He wasn't an awful cook, but when alone he struggled to make the effort. Though that had started to change recently as he no longer found himself setting the table for one each night. And this wasn't because his daughter was spending the weekend with him.

Emily. It had become an almost routine part of their relationship that after a case they would regroup at one of their apartments. If physically possible that was. They both shared demanding jobs, annoyingly incompatible work schedules, and a lack of time for anything personal. Though Emily more than him seemed to suffer from the latter. Nonetheless, Andrew thought, after all these months they were still here. They had made it work.

It was a Friday and he was aware that Emily was flying back tonight. He quickly checked his cell again for a message. She'd usually text that she was coming over. He hadn't received a text tonight, hence the pasta, but he hoped that maybe she would come over later. He found himself missing her.

Despite their lives as FBI agents, the two did manage to spend an impressive amount of time together. Almost rivaling a pair of lovesick teenagers in high school. And last month he had come to the conclusion that he never wanted it to end.

It was a strange feeling and one that he had, in a way, resigned himself to thinking he would never experience again. He hadn't been unhappy before Emily entered his life, but he was just so much happier now. They both were and there had been talks about eventually living together. He wanted things to be more permanent between them. Though there was the niggling doubt in his mind that maybe she wasn't looking for that sort of commitment.

Slightly distracted by thoughts of Emily and marriage, Andrew didn't notice the pot of water boiling over. He was rather rudely returned to reality with hot liquid being spat at his hand from the stove. He turned down the flame and was ready to add the spaghetti when the doorbell rang.

He was met with a tired-looking Emily as he opened his apartment door. There was something different about her. Had she been crying? No. Her eyes weren't particularly red or puffy, but something was definitely off. Before he had a chance to ask she abruptly started to talk.

"We have to move in together."

Andrew frowned in confusion. "What?"

"I don't know where..." Emily put a hand to her head and walked into the apartment, placing her bags on the kitchen counter. "But we should live together. That's what people do."

"Okay?" Andrew questioned as his mind scrambled to find the context he was so obviously missing.

Emily bit down on her lip, unsure as to what to say. "I just know I'm going to stuff this up somehow!"

Andrew, while still none the wiser as to what was currently happening, was quick to notice her distress and guided her down onto the couch as he spoke.

"Emily, I have no clue what you are talking about." He sat down next to her. "You're going to have to explain this to me."

"Okay," She nodded, taking a deep breath. "I think we are going to have a baby."

Andrew was not sure what he was expecting Emily to say. He had never seen her quite like this before. Then again she had never been pregnant before with his baby.

A baby.

"You're pregnant?" He asked.

Emily nodded. "I did the test. It's been a blur ever since and I don't quite remember how I got here, but yes.." She paused before continuing, the slightest smile creeping onto her face. "You...me...baby."

Emily found herself summarising the events of the day as much for herself as for Andrew.

"This is good news right?"

"I think so," Emily said though the shaking of her hands in his told Andrew that there was something else.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, eager to identify the problem and fix it for her. He wasn't quite sure what he was feeling, happy or somewhat terrified, but that didn't matter right now. Emily did.

"Maybe. To be honest I don't really know" She said. "I didn't expect this."

"Neither did I."

Emily nodded before furiously trying to wipe away the tears that were falling down her cheeks.

"It's ok. It's ok." Still slightly stunned by the events of the last few minutes, Andrew was surprised by how naturally the following sentence flowed out of his mouth. "Emily, look at me. I know we never talked about it. But a baby with you? If it's what you want, it's what I want too."

"I want this." She said, her voice laced with fear. "But-"

Andrew quickly cut her off. "Listen to me Emily, whatever worries that mind of yours has created, you're going to ignore them."

"Andrew.." She spoke. "I'm scared. All the things that could be wrong. There's so much we need to talk about."

He gently squeezed her hands and nodded. "And we will. But tonight, you're going to let yourself be happy about this."

"You know it's probably just a bunch of cells now. There's not exactly much there." She smiled, enjoying the warmth of his hand as it traced along her body and came to rest on her stomach.

They had come to bed a short time ago. His arms wrapped around her body as they lay on their sides next to each other. He took in the familiar fruity scent of her hair as he placed a tender kiss onto the back of her head.

"I don't care" he cupped his hand over her lower stomach and thought of her body would change over these next few months. "Our baby is there and I want to be as close as possible."

Emily fought the slight urge to roll her eyes at his overly sappy comment but soon found herself relaxing into his hold.

It all felt very surreal to her. She had let go of any expectation for this a long time ago but maybe this wasn't so scary. They could be family.

"Have you made a doctor's appointment?" Andrew asked.

"Not yet. I just got off the jet and came straight here. Straight to you." Emily placed a hand on top of his on her stomach.

"However, half the team probably will know by morning," Emily said, eyeing the look of confusion on her partner's face. "It's a long story."

"You should have called me." He said.

Emily laughed. "What? So we could have done the test over the phone?"

"Yes." He replied.

"I'd say next time but something tells me that's not likely." She said.

"You never know, we might end up with our own soccer team." He teased.

Emily raised an eyebrow and laughed. "At our age?"

"Well then, that just makes this that little bit more special." Andrew smiled.

Special. Emily's mind immediately became a sea trepidation; it felt like it wasn't meant for her. Soon someone would realize that she was an imposter and then it would all be taken away from her.

"I don't deserve this." Her voice was timid.

"Don't say that Emily. It's not true."

"It's just-" Emily swallowed before continuing "I don't know why it happened."

"Does there have to be a reason? Can it not just be that the universe has decided to give you something to be happy about." He replied.

"The universe and I don't have that sort of relationship," Emily said, breaking into a slight laugh.

Though Andrew could tell there was something more there. More than anxiety about the future. Something eating away at her. He only hoped that when she was ready, he would be the one able to comfort her. That he would be enough for them both.

"I love you. You know that. I am always going to be here for you and this little one." He spoke, gently stroking his thumb over the hand that lay on his own.

Emily smiled. "We both love you."

Thank you for reading. This chapter wasn't the best I feel but I hope it was still enjoyable. Let me know if you have any suggestions/one-shot ideas for this series. I have some chapters planned out and nearly finished but I am always keen to hear your thoughts :)