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Day Two

Hotch came out of the bathroom, freshly showered, and rolled over on the bed, being careful to not wake Emily. He pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek and draped his arm over her shoulder. She stirred and gave a sleepy grin.

"Morning," she whispered.

"Morning, sleepy-head. The guys and I are getting our tuxedos today. Garcia and JJ are coming with us. Technically, that means you have to come with us too," he growled into her ear before kissing it.

Emily smiled. "I can't wait to see you looking all sexy in that tux," she purred. He frowned.

"Don't I look sexy all the time?" he grinned, kissing her on the lips. She rolled her eyes and pushed him off of her.

"You know, we never did ask anyone to be Macy's godfather," Emily pointed out seriously. Hotch brushed her hair back.

"Well, let's look over our options. Definitely not Sean, because… Let's face it. He'd be a terrible father," he joked. Emily bit her lip to keep from bursting out into laughter.

"There's always Dave," Emily offered. "Or Spencer."

"Dave is basically like a grandpa to Macy, remember? And, I don't want to sound selfish, but I want somebody that I know can completely invest themselves in our daughter. Spencer is already Henry's godfather," he reminded her.

Emily nodded in agreement. "Derek! I don't know why I didn't think of him in the first place. He would be perfect. He's strong, protective, and he would take great care of Macy. I know he would be focused on keeping her safe if anything happened to us."

"Exactly. How should we tell him?" Hotch questioned, pulling Emily out of bed and shoving her lovingly toward the shower.

"I have no idea," she shrugged, peeling off her clothes and climbing into the tub.

-Tuxedo shop-

"Have you ever wondered what Macy might be when she grows up?" Emily asked, smiling down at her young daughter.

"Of course, Em. Maybe she'll be a doctor, or a lawyer," Hotch threw out some suggestions. Morgan chuckled and gave Macy's head a gentle pat. Emily shifted Macy into his arms, grinning at the sight of the unknowing godfather.

"Are you kidding? This beauty is gonna be just like her Mommy; a kick-butt FBI agent," Morgan winked at Hotch.

As Morgan diverted his attention to Macy, Emily looked over at Hotch, her gaze suggesting she wanted to tell Morgan about his upcoming role as a godfather. Hotch immediately understood, and gave a discreet nod.

Emily placed one arm gently around Morgan's shoulders and leaned her head on his chest.

"But of course, her godfather is going to be in charge of keeping all those hooligan boys that'll be chasing after her in line," she led on slowly. Morgan chuckled.

"I know, right? Wait…" he paused, realizing what Emily, and in turn, Hotch, were telling him. "Wh-are you guys serious?"

Emily giggled and nodded, Hotch doing the same.

"Of course," Hotch replied, smiling. Morgan began to laugh, then looked down at the small baby in his arms.

From now on, it was his job to protect this little girl. Of course, there were parents for that. But, godparents were something different. He and JJ were supposed to spoil this angel. They were the ones that Macy could talk to if she didn't feel comfortable talking to her parents. They were her godparents. As daunting as the thought was, Morgan was honored.

And he knew, from that moment on, that he would do anything he could to give this young girl the best life she could possibly have.

"Thank you, so much. Both of you," Morgan looked over to Hotch. The three adults were smiling when Jack walked in.

"What're you guys all happy about?" he grinned. "Did you tell Uncle Morgan yet?"

Emily nodded. Just then, Reid, JJ, Henry, and Penelope walked in. Jack and Henry huddled in the corner, immediately pulling out their portable gaming systems.

"Hello, my pretties!" Penelope boomed, smiling widely. She plopped herself down next to Morgan and ran her hand down the back of his head. "How's my beautiful godfather?"

Morgan raised a brow. "How did you know?"

JJ chuckled. "Aaron and Em texted all of us before you guys got here."

"Yeah, congratulations, Morgan," Reid awkwardly extended a fist in an attempt to fist-bump Morgan, but the older man pushed his clenched hand back and shook his head.

"Please, Reid, for everyone's sake: Never do that again," Morgan teased. Reid shook his head, blushing, as everybody burst into a fit of laughter. Emily patted Reid's shoulder as he took a seat next to her.

JJ checked her watch. "Where's Dave?"

Hotch rolled his eyes. "You know him," he joked. "Is Will not coming?"

"Are you kidding? He has more suits in his closet than he does clothing," JJ snorted.

Finally, after fifteen minutes of waiting, Rossi showed up.

"Sorry, guys. Car trouble," he shrugged. Penelope rolled her eyes.

"Yeah right," she snorted. Everyone laughed again, this time, at Rossi's expense.

"I guess we can pick out our tuxedos now, right?" Reid prompted. The men stood up and began to spread out around the store.

"Jack, could you help Henry find a nice one?" JJ asked, smiling at her 'nephew'. Jack nodded and led Henry to the children's section of the shop.

"I think we should get matching suits," Henry suggested.

"I think I like that idea," Jack grinned. After a little while, they found a slick black suit in Henry's size, including a crisp, white, long-sleeved shirt to go under, and a solid, Navy-blue tie. They searched around for a matching suit in Jack's size, then finally resorted to the aid of a shop employee. They found the same suit and shirt in Jack's size, and the employee pulled a Navy-blue tie out of the back.

"Let's go try these on." Henry immediately took off for the dressing rooms and split up.

Meanwhile, Morgan and Reid were busy searching for their suits. They pored over the racks, and Reid finally found one. It was a light gray color, with a dark blue inside lapel. Underneath was a white dress-shirt and a black tie. He left Morgan alone to try on his suit.

After a long while of searching, Morgan found one that he liked the most. It was a darker gray than Reid's, with a black inside lapel. The tie he would wear matched the outer color of the suit. He slung the suit over his back, dangling it by the hanger on his fingers, and made his way to a dressing room.

On the other side of the shop, in the other dressing rooms, Rossi had already chosen his suit. It was a dark blue suit with a black tie and a white shirt. Unfortunately for Hotch, his old wedding suit was a rental, due to his thought that he wouldn't marry again. How wrong was he?

He stepped out in a revolting brown colored suit and shook his head. "Why the hell did you get this one for me?" he glared at Rossi. Rossi held his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry, I was just grabbing a bunch to give you options," he replied. Suddenly, Emily swung around the corner.

"Hey, JJ, Pen, and I are going to grab lunch and… Woah," she stopped in her tracks, looking Hotch up and down. "What the actual hell are you wearing?"

Hotch began to laugh. "Relax, babe. This is not my suit. Smooth guy over here," he gestured to Rossi, "picked this one."

Emily frowned and ran her fingers over the rough material. "Damn right it's not your suit. Please change. Even you can't pull that off," she joked, giving him a kiss.

"Anyway, the girls and I are going to lunch, alright? Call me when you're done," she smiled, rippling her fingers in a wave. He captured her hand and gave it a light squeeze.

"You got it." Hotch returned to the dressing stall, shedding the repulsive colored suit.

About thirty minutes later, they finally found the perfect suit. It was pure black silk with a wide lapel.

"Do you think Emily will like this?" he wondered aloud to Rossi. The older man stood back and admired his friend.

"You look like a real champ," Rossi grinned.

"Thank you, Dave. I'll go change, and then we can pay." In the safety of his dressing stall, Hotch carefully peeled off his suit and changed his clothes.

"You ready?" Rossi patted Hotch on the back as he nodded.

"Let's go."

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