Being an FBI profiler, JJ was inherently overprotective of her family. The one night where Henry had mentioned you — with the help of Garcia — she did a deep background search on your family, just to make sure that you were right for her son.

And you were. Out of all of Henry’s love interests, you were by far her favorite. You always had been. You were so respectful, and smart, and pretty.. JJ had already assigned herself as your mother-in-law.

Everything was going smoothly: your studies, your relationship.. Until you got pregnant. You and Henry were both drunk, and weren’t thinking. You were 16, he was 17. This was never supposed to happen, you were supposed to go to college, and get a degree, then find a job, hopefully be married to Henry, find a house, and then start a family..

JJ — although she was in disbelief for the first few hours after telling her — was incredibly supportive. And Henry was too. He was just as scared as you, but he would never let it show. As nervous as he was, he knew that you were the one going through the physical and emotional turmoil of an unexpected teen pregnancy.

JJ’s maternal instincts had always been prominent, even before she had Henry. Now that you were carrying her grandchild, she was incredibly protective. You were absolutely terrified, and so, so clueless about what to do. Your body was changing, and your hormones were spiralling, and your mind was reeling with bad thoughts and what-ifs. Henry tried his best to comfort you, but that usually ending with you shutting him out and crying. JJ was the perfect comfort person. She had been through pregnancy twice herself, she knew exactly how you were feeling, and exactly what to do and say, all the time.

You had struggled with extreme morning sickness, but tonight was the worst episode yet. You were so exhausted from throwing up all day, but laying down would cause your acid reflux to act up. You were overwhelmed and scared and sick, JJ was the one to peel you off the bathroom floor and onto the couch, where she sat you up against her and allowed you to rest your head on her chest. She didn’t care that it was past midnight, she would hold you for as long as she needed to. You were hardly conscious, the remnants of nausea and tears preventing you from falling fully asleep, but the blankets and JJ’s warm embrace were lulling you closer by the second. In your daze, you could somewhat register JJ talking to Henry — who was on the adjacent couch. JJ was giving him advice on what to do; what not to do, what to say; what not to say, how to do things.. Everything.