Additional disclaimer – I couldn't find the source of the quote at the end of the chapter, so I couldn't reference it. I didn't write it, just borrowing.

Second Chances – chapter twenty five

When the waiter offered her a glass of wine, Emily slowly reached out to take it. She held it in her hand but didn't take a sip. She watched Morgan over the other side of the room crouched down talking to Annabel as she laughed at whatever he was saying. Amy stood beside them, also enthralled by him. She watched as Annabel pointed to where Spencer sat with Henry, Jack and Helen showing them magic tricks. Emily smiled as Morgan scooped the little girl up and carried her over to the table. Placing her in the seat next to Spencer, he said something to the younger man, who smiled and leaned down to say something to Annabel. The little girl beamed up at Spencer and nodded enthusiastically. Apparently he had asked her to be his assistant in the trick he was performing.

Morgan, who had placed his hands on the back of Annabel's chair, turned to look at Emily, their eyes meeting and they shared a knowing look.

"Wait till that's your little one," JJ said bringing Emily out of her thoughts. "Thought you might want to swap," JJ held out the glass in her hand, a smile playing on her lips.

Before the wedding the blonde had arrived early at Elizabeth's to help them get ready. While Emily had been drying her hair, JJ had entered her room. Walking up beside Emily as she sat at the dressing table, JJ produced a small pack of crackers. Emily's eyes snapped up at JJ's, whose eyes were full of understanding.

"These may help."

Emily took the proffered packet and placed them on the table. JJ said nothing more, just placed her hand on Emily's shoulder reassuringly. Emily lifted her hand to squeeze her friends in thanks.

"How did you know?"

"Morgan mentioned you haven't been feeling well for a few weeks. Then last night I saw a look on your face and I remember having it on mine in those first weeks," JJ said quietly so no one around them could hear.

"We didn't want to tell anyone till I was further along. There are more risks."

JJ nodded. "We'll just have to keep swapping drinks all night then." They clinked their glasses as they both laughed. Emily took a sip of the non-alcoholic drink JJ had given her. "Congratulations Em."

They watched as Alex approached the kids table and said something to Helen, who stood while Alex spoke to Amy. All three women started to make their way over to Emily and JJ, as Penelope wrapped her arms around them behind. "Now my Pretties, the kids are being watched, so it's time to dance before the speeches start." Her friends laughed at her as she pushed them towards the dance floor. Penelope snagged Beth's hand as they passed her, dragging her along too from where she was talking to Elizabeth, Hotch and Morgan's mother and aunt.

At some point the rest of the wedding party joined them. Morgan slipped his arms around her waist from behind as he kissed her cheek as he hugged her from behind. She saw someone passing around glasses as someone cleared their throat into the microphone on the stage.

Emily listened as Spencer began his speech, laughing when he mentioned Rossi's upcoming speech. His words washed over her as she stood contentedly in Morgan's arms. When he mentioned second chances, she turned to look at her husband. Finding his eyes on hers, she felt him squeeze her tighter, his hands flattening across her waist. Emily leant up and placed a small kiss just under his jaw before turning her attention back to the stage, as she pressed herself back into Morgan.

Emily watched as Spencer and Rossi shook hands and the younger man made his way too them. One of Morgan's hands lifted from her waist to draw Spencer into their embrace. Overcome with emotion as she was stuck between the two men, Emily brushed her lips against Spencer's cheek as she listened to Morgan thanking their friend for everything he had done for them.

Emily followed Spencer with her eyes as he made his way to Helen, taking her hand in his as she laid her head on his shoulder. She smiled at the sight. Her friend's heart had been mended.

Laughter drew her attention back to the stage as Rossi shared a particularly embarrassing story about herself and Morgan. Morgan dropped his lips to her exposed collarbone as he tried to hide his blush from those who turned to look at them in amusement.

"I love you," she felt him whisper against her skin. They both chuckled as Rossi reached the end of his story, both ignoring the looks their mothers sent them. It was JJ who saved them from more humiliation.

"Remember there are little ones with big ears Rossi," she called to the older profiler. He nodded in acknowledgement and wrapped up his speech. Stepping down from the stage he made his way to them.

Emily wrapped her arms around the man who had been a surrogate father to her since she had met him. "Love you Tesoro," he said before pulling away to shake Morgan's hand.

"Great speech, Rossi," Morgan told him pointedly, but his eyes showed his humour.

Dave shrugged. "The Kid's speech was a tough act to follow." As he walked past them the music started up again.

Emily turned to face Morgan as he offered her his hand. "Dance with me Mrs Morgan?"

An hour later they sat a table with Fran, Elizabeth, Sarah and Desirée. Emily leant against him as his arm lay around her waist, his fingers stroking her stomach as they listened to their mothers share stories from their childhoods. Penelope joined them for a moment, waiting for a lull in conversation before turning to Emily. She used the bouquet in her hand to point at the bride.

"Come on my Raven haired beauty, you have a bouquet to throw."

Emily turned to Morgan, kissing him deeply causing him to moan quietly when she pulled away reluctantly to follow Penelope. Morgan watched as Emily told his sisters to follow her because if she was being forced into this tradition, then they would be too. Elizabeth and Fran followed to get a closer look. Morgan saw Spencer and Helen on the dance floor parting at Penelope's insistence as she pulled Helen to join the single women on the dance floor behind Emily.

Morgan felt Spencer sat next to him as he watched his wife interact with their friends, a huge smile on her face. A glass of scotch was placed in front of him and Spencer held his own glass.

"Looks like the dancing lessons are working Kid," he said turning to the younger man. "You haven't stepped on Helen's toes once."

"I haven't stepped on Emily's toes in six weeks either," Spencer grinned in response. Morgan grinned back.

"Thank you," Morgan said, turning serious.

Spencer's face frowned in confusion. "What for?"

"None of this would have happened if you hadn't told me you were mad at me three years ago."

Spencer pursed his lips. "A lot has happened since then," he turned his gaze briefly to where Helen and Penelope stood on the dance floor as they waited for Emily to take her place on the stage. "I'm certain I wouldn't be here today if you hadn't come to my apartment that day." Morgan's eyes clouded over at the reference. "You helped me through a time in my life when I was ready to give up."

"We helped each other." They shared an understanding look.

Their attention was caught by the clapping and cheering coming from the dance floor, they watched as Emily threw the bouquet and it was caught by Helen.

Morgan's hand clasped Spencer's shoulder. "Looks like you're the next one taking a trip up the aisle."

Spencer lips quirked as he gave a slight nod. "You remember the conversation we had when you came back from London the first time?" Morgan nodded. "You asked me if there was anything you could do to repay me." Morgan nodded again. Spencer took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm not ready to ask her yet, but when I am would you be my best man?"

Morgan smiled at the younger man as he picked up the glass in front of him and touched it to Spencer's. "Of course, it'd be an honour." They both took a sip before Spencer spoke again.

"How far along is Emily?" Morgan's head whipped around at the question.

"Huh?"

"How many weeks is she?"

"Ssh," Morgan whispered. "How did you know?"

"I have noticed that pregnant women tend to cover their abdomen area protectively with their hands, no matter what stage they are at. Both of you have been doing that since last week, but today your hands have barely left that area of her body," Spencer whispered quickly leaning in towards his friend. "Also, JJ keeps picking up the sparkling grape juice that's for the children and she and Emily exchange glances before swapping glasses, I don't think anyone else has noticed it though."

Morgan closed his eyes briefly. If Spencer was noticing their behaviour, other people were too. "We found out last week. She's about five weeks. We didn't want anyone to know till she was a bit further along. She, uh, kind of freaked about potential risks when we found out." Morgan's mind flashed back to the night just over a week ago when he came home to find her pacing in the kitchen.

Initially, he had thought he had done something wrong. That maybe the stress of the wedding was getting to her. As soon as Emily had noticed his presence, she had dived into his arms, clinging to him as she tried not to sob into his chest. The one and only time that had happened was when her father had rejected her over their engagement. Morgan had told her to tell him what was wrong. He had only been able to make out the words baby, you and me. He looked over her shoulder at the kitchen counter and saw four unused pregnancy tests, spilling out of the paper bag. Morgan had managed to calm her down, and convinced her to take the tests.

They had gone upstairs, and he stood outside the bathroom while Emily took the tests. Once done, she had opened the bathroom door, and they had waited in silence for the alarm to ring on Emily's phone. Emily passed the first test to Morgan with trembling hands. One by one they checked them. All positive.

Looking at Morgan, Emily had felt bad for her first reaction. This was supposed to be a happy time for him, finding out he was going to be a father for the first time, except the mother of the child was freaking out. But Morgan had done what he usually did, set his own feelings aside and asked her what was wrong. After returning downstairs, Emily had told him about Italy, Johnny and Matthew, and the abortion. He held her all night as she cried. They had made the doctor's appointment the next morning.

The next evening Emily and Morgan sat side by side on the sofa as they both continued to stare at the piece of paper in Emily's hands. While they hadn't been consciously trying, they hadn't been doing anything to prevent it either. According to the test results from her doctor, she was four weeks along.

"Emily?" Morgan questioned when she didn't respond. "Talk to me, Emily," he said quietly. Emily turned to look at him with watery eyes, before leaning into him for comfort. Engulfing her in his arms, he pressed his lips to her forehead.

"I'm scared," Emily whispered against his shoulder. "What if I lose it?" Tears slipped down her face at the thought. In the short time she had known, Emily had already fallen in love with the child growing inside of her. It was a life that she and Morgan had created. Morgan pressed his lips to her forehead again.

"I want to keep the baby," she paused as she spoke the word out loud. "But I'm worried about complications," she explained. "I know the doctor said I was healthy and that everything seems to be going fine, but this is considered a high risk pregnancy if you couple my age with the damage from my injuries. I'm petrified something will go wrong."

Spencer's voice cut through his thoughts. "Considering her age, Emily is generally very healthy and there have been no lasting complications from Doyle's attack. Her chances of going to term with a healthy child are very high." Morgan smiled at his friend's reassurance. Morgan noted the absence of statistics from his words; he didn't know if Spencer knew any of them regarding high risk pregnancy or if he was trying to put his friend's mind at ease, but Morgan was certain he would research it if Morgan asked him to.

The crowd on the dance floor broke up and Helen made her way over to the table, the bouquet held in her hands. She took the seat next to Spencer's and his hand found hers. The two smiled at each other, before leaning into one another.

"Are you enjoying yourself Helen?" Morgan asked the shy woman. Immediately she turned to him and her smile grew with her answer.

"It's a wonderful day, Morgan. I'm very happy for you and Emily." Morgan smiled gently at her.

"Thank you. I hope Spencer has been keeping his feet to himself." Helen laughed softly, her eyes flashing to Spencer's as he blushed.

"He has; I have never danced this much in my entire life. I can't believe I caught the bouquet."

"You let me know if he doesn't make good on that tradition." Helen looked at Spencer quizzically, only to find a smile on his face which she couldn't decipher. Morgan stood up as he grasped Spencer's shoulder, patting it in encouragement. "I'm going to leave you two to it and go find Emily."

He found her on the edge of the dance floor holding a sleepy Annabel. The little girl was resting her head on Emily's shoulder as she twirled Spencer buttonhole flower between her fingers, a gift from Spencer for being a good assistant.

"Hey," he said quietly so not to disturb Annabel. Morgan stood next to Emily, his hand rested on Emily's back, and he saw the toddler give him a sleepy smile before burying her head into Emily's neck.

"Amy has gone to get their coats, this one is tired although she's trying hard to fight it."

"How about you?" Morgan asked. Before Emily could reply Amy interrupted them.

"Even though we have had a wonderful time, and would love to stay but this one needs her bed," she said as she held her hands out to Annabel, who gave a reluctant noise as she went to her mother's arms.

"Thank you for coming Amy," Emily told her as she helped put Annabel's coat on her. Amy gave her a smile.

"Nothing would have kept me away from this."

"We'll see you before you go back," Emily hugged her friend, careful of Annabel.

"You better," Amy said returning the hug. She pulled back and kissed Morgan on the cheek. "You take care of her."

"I will," he promised. Amy was told that her taxi was here.

As soon as they were out of ear shot, Morgan drew Emily into him, his hands resting on her hips as he covered her lips with his. She moaned into him. Getting her own back, she teased her tongue along his bottom lip, before pulling away. It was his turn to moan at the loss of contact.

"Reid knows," Morgan whispered and Emily's eyes widened slightly.

"I thought we weren't telling anyone." Emily smiled at him.

"Apparently JJ knows too, keeps helping you swap your glass." She looked a little embarrassed.

"Don't get me wrong, I want to tell everyone we're going to be parents. But we've just found out you're carrying my child, and you're marrying me next week, I'll pretty much agree to anything you ask me right now."

"Anything?" Emily asked a mischievous smirk on her face. Morgan chuckled softly beside her. "I'll remember that for later," she said kissing him lightly before pulling away and standing up.

"Take me home," Emily whispered as she wound her arms around his neck. "I want to test your promise of 'anything'." His chest vibrated against hers as he laughed.

"Sure you're not too tired?" His eyebrows rose suggestively.

"Never."

He shook his head at her, his eyes fixated on her stomach. When Emily moved her hands to feel the area, Morgan placed his over hers and both of them lifted the shirt up to just under her bra. Morgan shuffled forward on the sofa, so he was sitting on the edge. He leant into her, kissing her abdomen. Looking up at her from his position, he said, "We're having a baby."

'One day at a time-this is enough. Do not look back and grieve over the past for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful it will be worth remembering.'

THE END

Author Note – This is where I'm going to leave Emily and Morgan for this story. I do have plans for other stories. I have been asked to write Spencer and Helen's story, and I will but I'm going to take a bit of a rest first. Which brings me to a request, a few weeks ago I bought seasons two to seven of CM for my birthday and next weekend I'm house sitting for my sister. I'm planning a bit of a marathon CM evening and was wondering what people's favourite Derek and Emily episode (and or Spencer) was or maybe top three if you can't decide on just one. PM me if you want to tell me, thanks.

I just want to thank everyone who has followed the story till the end. I appreciate all the comments, followers and favourites from people; they have really kept me going. Special thanks to Guest, Lexis4MorganPrentiss, tannerose5, AnnKa, Nix1978, rmpcmfan and Pagetgirl78, you guys have been brilliant.