He's shrugging out of his suit jacket, and he's frowning at the BlackBerry in his free hand. He places the jacket on the back of his chair, and stands there, glaring at his phone, or more precisely, an email.

She walks into the his office, with a look of determination on her face, which doesn't go all the way up to her eyes. Her arms are folded around her chest and she looks nervous, scared and perhaps even sad.

His heart stops when he sees her, so do his thumbs that were typing out a response to a stupid email. The look on her face is enough to send him into a state of utter panic.

He stands there, observing her for a moment, before realizing that her eyes are wet. "I'm pregnant," she says, dropping a hand down to her still flat belly. She purposely avoids eye contact with him.

"Fucking hell," he swears, suddenly frozen. He doesn't know what to say. He places his BlackBerry on his desk, and he just shakes his head. There's a moment of silence, and Aaron wonders whether his tie is too tight or he's suddenly having trouble breathing.

"It's yours," she adds, after realizing that she won't get any response from him in that moment. He's clearly all shook up.

He gives her a look that says 'I'm the President's Special Advisor and I'm smart enough to know whose baby it is.' Of course, he doesn't have any doubts about the baby's paternity. It's just him and Emily, and it's been that way for the last four months. There hasn't been anyone else. He knows for a fact that there won't be anyone else, ever.

His knees feel a little shaky at the thought of Emily being pregnant with someone else's child, and it suddenly makes him see red. He imagines himself ripping that hypothetical man's balls off, and then grimaces at the thought. He's a fucking White House official; he isn't supposed to have violent thoughts like that. He's supposed to be better than this.

She misinterprets his grimace. "Oh," she says, and she's suddenly incapable of stopping herself from expressing all the emotions that she's feeling. She feels sick, and it's not because of the morning sickness this time. She's the President's freaking Chief of Staff, and she knows how to stay calm in the most hostile of situations but today she can't, and her feelings are all over the place. They're all over her face too. But dammit, she won't cry, at least not in front of him.

She's been on the pill. They've been careful. Or so they thought.

This baby wasn't expected, to say the least. She's always known that she wants to be a mother some day, and maybe, just maybe, she's been itching to talk to her significant other about a potential pregnancy, but here she stands before him, unable to believe that she's pregnant. They love each other, that's a given. It took them long enough to get together and they've been so damn happy but this, a baby, changes everything. It changes her life, and his life; it makes her wonder what she wants for their life.

Aaron's eyes widen. He looks absolutely horrified. Or so Emily thinks. "This changes things," he says, echoing her thoughts.

She glares at him. She did everything she could to prevent this (hello, who else was taking a birth control pill every single day, if not her?)

He stares back and in a moment, all but runs towards her. "Emily," he says, suddenly lifting her off her feet and into his arms as she aims a kick at his right shin.

It hurts but he doesn't really care. He's spinning her around the room and he's suddenly grinning, and it's like this big fat weight's been lifted off his chest, and everything just seems right, even though the last seven minutes may have changed his life forever. He's going to have a baby with Emily Rhodes, and they're going to be connected to each other for the rest of their lives. He wasn't really expecting this, today, of all days, and it's borderline insane, but something about it just feels right. He's so damn sure about Emily.

"Put me down," she shrieks, and he almost drops her in surprise.

Next thing he knows is that she's on the floor and retching into the trash can that she reaches for behind his desk. "You're an asshole," she mutters, once she looks up and sees that he's smiling.

"Definitely," he nods, before dropping down onto the floor next to her. "But you already knew that before you fell in love with me."

She rolls her eyes at that. "How do you feel about all of this?" She's made her decision, and there's no way in hell that she's not having this baby, but she needs to know how he feels; whether he wants this just as much as her.

There's no hesitation when he pulls her over, close to his chest, and they're not two White House officials, sitting on the floor, showing 're just a man and a woman, trying to figure things out together. "You're going to be an incredible mama," he says, having trouble believing that out of all the men that Emily could have experienced this with, it had to be him. He's so damn lucky. "This little boy or girl, is going to be so damn smart, because, well, you're...you." He shrugs at that.

She cracks a small smile and lets him take her hand in his. "You're not too dumb yourself," she says, as a series of questions flit through her head. She doesn't know where they're going to live or how they're going to fit a baby into their lives, as a couple and as White House staffers. How're they both going to pull late nights at the office if there's a little person waiting for them at home? The President needs them. He relies on them, and they can't fall short of what he needs. They need to be at their best game, always ready for anything and everything.

But a baby really does change everything.

"Don't think too hard about this," he tells her. But then there's air of seriousness engulfing him and he grabs Emily's hand and pulls them both to their feet. "I'll do right by you both," he says. "I know I can't always protect but you I'll sure as hell give it my best." He knows that love isn't always enough, but there's nothing more important than family. He's never thought much about having a family of his own, but he really does want this. With her.

If there's anything Emily Rhodes has learnt in the last few months, or so, it's that Aaron isn't what he seems at first glance. There's more to him than meets the eye and to the world, he's smart, and suave and a majorly arrogant asshole but to her, he's just smart and suave and a little bit of an asshole. To her, he's the love of her life, and when he makes promises, he keeps them.

She's so incredibly excited for what the future has in store for them. But she's scared too. Finding love in Washington is hard enough. Starting a family while working in the White House? That sounds like mission impossible, but then again, she can't help the warmth that's coursing through her veins at the thought of being with Aaron and loving him.

"We're going to be okay, Em," he tells her, and she instantly pulls him into a tight hug. She closes her eyes as his strong and steady arms make her feel things she hasn't ever felt before. She feels safe, happy and glad that her son or daughter is going to have Aaron Shore as his or her father.

The future is their's and they'll do what needs to be done.

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I just started watching the show and I'm amazed by it so far. Emily and Aaron have crazy chemistry so far and I can't wait to see more of them, and to read/write more DS fan fiction. Also, this may or may not be a series of one shots posted together or as a individual fics (that may or may not be related)

Thank you for reading. Please leave a review to let me know what you think and if you'd be interested in seeing more of Emron :) I'd be more than happy to write fics based off prompts from you guys so feel free to review! I love to hear from you guys and want to be an active member of the DS/ Emron fandom! I'm hear to serve you all ;)