To say that the last few weeks had been rough for the Prentiss household, would be an understatement; while on a case, you'd been held at machete-point, and had your stomach cut, in front of your wife. And healing from it was a lot worse than enduring it, which meant that Emily had become your full-time carer, while working from home as the BAU's Unit Chief.

Part of that included looking after your guys' one-year-old, of whom you'd given birth to the same night that Emily was kidnapped by Mr Scratch, which put an icky dampener on your birth plan. But despite all of that, and all that the two of you had endured previously; Emily was here, being the super-mom she is, looking over the file of today's case, while trying (and unfortunately failing) to feed breakfast to the baby sat in the highchair next to her.

"Come on, kid, work with me here; mommy doesn't need to be worrying about you eating properly, on top of everything else." Emily stated, trying to coerce the infant into eating a little bit more, only to be met with incoherent babbles.

Of which you observed from the doorway of your shared bedroom, biting back a giggle, as you walked over to the two of them.

"You know that's not gonna work, right?" You questioned, going up behind Emily, and wrapping your arms around her, essentially stating the obvious.

"You're supposed to still be asleep." She replied, changing the subject, and turning her head to gently peck your cheek.