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There were only a couple of things bothering JJ right now, and the list was really small. Only three things: the weather, her weight, and literally everything else.
The heat was at the top of the list because it became unmanageable to walk more than five minutes without getting sweaty and sticky and messed up with a heavy breathing, even inside the BAU building filled with air conditioners. She had baby hairs stuck to her forehead and the back of her neck after going down to Penelope's office and it was simply embarrassing.
Her weight came right after, the second most unpleasant part of it all. At this point the belly weighted more than she guessed it would, after her mother had told her that she was a tiny baby she thought maybe Henry would be too, that maybe he'd cut her some slack and perhaps not try to crush her limbs whenever he got a chance or shove her bladder so deep down it'd threaten to explode… But no, he didn't. He was a big baby and so JJ had to endure all the back pain, shoulder ache and the discomfort in her lower belly. The whole entire belly for that matter.
But she could take it. Really. She convinced herself she could take anything after the first trimester ended and all the excessive nausea came to an end. She couldn't even handle breakfast inside her stomach before lunch time came, so a little bit of agony whenever she had to turn around or lean forward wouldn't kill her.
And last but not least, she still found the time to hate everything else.
Like how swollen her feet were and how fat her fingers got, so much so that none of her rings fit in them anymore. How they got extremely sensitive and whenever Emily accidentally squeezed it, she yelped and saw her skin redden immediately. And her face was no different, her nose was bigger and her cheeks grew chubbier every day, even her eyes seemed wider. Everything in her face looked out of place, misshaped, weird…
But at least her boobs were fine.
More than fine, they were perfect. Sure, they were extremely sore and oversensitive and wearing a bra sometimes was close to medieval torture methods, buuuuuut… They looked awesome.
And Emily reminded her of that.
Not just that— but she highlighted the boobs every now and then.
Just like now, when JJ can't even comprehend her own thoughts while her heels burn and itch and her palms are wet and salty and her mouth is dry like a desert. Emily still thinks she's beautiful.
So all she can do is laugh. Listen to her girlfriend's cheesy statements and laugh.
“I can't even see my own crotch,” she starts, struggling to maintain a steady breathing after so much chuckling. There goes my fun, she thought. “How can I possibly look anything other than deranged to you?”
JJ had her hair up in a ponytail Emily did this morning, right before they left to work. It was still in place even though a little messier now, but her bangs were still hanging out the clip contouring JJ's face ever so perfectly, laying by her sides as it always did. Her nose was swollen and tinted pink, the flush spread across her entire face after the burst out seconds earlier.
Her belly was enormous. Henry was growing big and strong day by day and Emily couldn't feel better about it— sure, she wasn't the one actually carrying the baby, but it still mattered to her. It was her kid, her big–legged six feet tall baby boy.
So yeah, excuse her if she finds JJ the prettiest woman alive right now, because there's nothing cooler than making a human being inside of you. Creating a person from scratch, one that would have JJ's eyes and her golden hair and her smile and all of her features. Possibly her personality too, so he'd be the calmest and sweetest baby on the nursery floor, and Emily can't wait for that time to come.
“You look stunning, Jayj.” Emily lowered her voice and softened her tone, tilting her head to meet JJ's gaze. “Perfect, mesmerizing, flawless. You're the most beautiful woman ever, always will be.”
A hand goes straight to Emily's shoulder, both pushing her away and scolding her for being so freaking cute. JJ's eyes roll back and she sighs, avoiding her girlfriend's face for a hot second before her own isn't as red as a tomato.
“You're so stupid,” her feet fall into Emily's lap and she leans back into the chair, groaning. “The… stupidest… ever, Henryyyy.” Her voice breaks at the mention of her first born's name, dragging the 'y' for a few seconds until he stops kicking her so hard.
“He heard you. I know he did, he's kicking again.” Emily's eyes widened, getting closer to the belly. Her position didn't help much considering she was standing on her heels at JJ's armchair level and her knees started to buckle a few minutes ago, so she managed to fold her legs underneath herself and sit closer to the pregnant woman's belly, ear next to the stretched skin. “Hi there, buddy.” She whispered softly, depositing a kiss, pretending it was his forehead. “It's Emily. Mama Em. You missed me like I missed you?”
JJ felt another kick in response, higher this time. She was certain he could hit her lungs if he really put his mind to it, but thankfully he didn't.
“I missed you tons. I've been thinking about you a lot, and I'm soooo excited to meet you.” Her lips turn into a smile and she glances over to check on the blonde, finding her chest rising and falling in a normal rhythm now. “Me and your mommy are ready, and we love you very much.”
It was JJ's turn to smile hearing her girlfriend's words. Emily's companionship during the pregnancy was heartwarming and quite literally the most loving thing she had done for the blonde, knowing how scared and anxious JJ was about it.
Emily has always been a natural caregiver, and all this attention she's given JJ ever since they found out about this baby has been one of the fewest things keeping JJ sane during the process. The hormones didn't work in her favor and neither did her emotions, so her brain was mostly a poorly functioning organ filled with the various ways she wanted to eat Emily alive or how she would marry her at a dream beach. No in between.
So that should explain why Jennifer's eyes watered at that sight. Emily kneels down in front of her to talk to their baby, help calm him down, and hold JJ during it. She had one hand caressing one of JJ's thighs and her thumb circled the area ever so softly, going back and forth as her other hand stroked JJ's back, the part it hurt the most. They've had this moment every single day for roughly three months now but still doesn't feel real enough for JJ to believe it.
“God I'm so thankful for you,” the confession escaped her tongue without intention, barely above a whisper, yet she continued, “I don't know what I would have done without your help.”
Her lips turned into a big trembling pout and her eyes glimmered with tears that rolled down her cheek urgently. “I love you so much.” JJ hushed, one hand grabbing Emily's blouse to bring her closer for a kiss. “So so much, Emily Prentiss.”
Their lips met for the first time that evening and it was just like the first time they ever kissed. JJ's lips were tender and plumpy, sweet and soft, pink coloured. Emily savored every second of the act with the devotion her girlfriend's body deserved, sucking gently on her bottom lip at the end. Both hands now cupped JJ's face and Emily spread pecks around her cheekbone, chin and jaw, smiling through it.
“I love you too, Jennifer Jareau. More than you'll ever know.”
“So you won't mind massaging my legs, right?” JJ fluttered her eyelashes on top of shiny-bright blue pools. Emily couldn't resist her, even if she tried.
“Of course I won't.” The brunette assured, lowering herself again after leaving one last kiss on the tip of JJ's nose. She sat down and started working on getting JJ off her shoes first, placing them at the side of the armchair. “Anything for you.”
“You spoil me,” she leaned back relaxed, both hands stroking the sides of her belly and waist. “Not complaining though.”
“I'm just trying to keep my wife happy.” Emily had both hands carefully lifting JJ's leg to bring them up her lap, first giving all her attention to the left one. Her fingers went up and down ever so softly over the silky skin drawing circles and shapes to release as much tension and swelling she could. She picked up on some notes the physical therapist gave her not so long ago and she remembered to use said tricks to help JJ feel even better by not having to feel like her heels or her quads were about to explode.
And to prove it actually worked, the younger woman left a couple of alleviated moans out her lips, closing her eyes as her toes squirmed under Emily's touch.
“You're the best— Em, you're a life saver.”
Alternating now to the right leg, Emily repeated the same process. Putting some pressure on certain triggers points and gently dealing with the rest, she even planted some kisses along the length of her lover's beautiful body.
”Feeling better?” It was her turn to giggle in awe, watching how comfortable and much more peaceful JJ looked. “I hope this helped, at least a little bit.”
“Are you kidding? I think I might be actually able to walk back to our room now!” Her excitement was hurriedly washed over her features and she widened her smile, eyes locking with Emily's once again. “And up shall we go. I need to give you a treat after this.”
A smirk covers her lips as she chuckles, grabbing Emily's hand to take her upstairs. The evening has just begun.