An hour later, the women were still in the kitchen chatting. Emily had finally gathered the courage to ask about the huge age gap between JJ and Jamie, and Sandy had quite candidly responded. "He was an empty nest baby," she said. "Jenny was going away to college, and Jeffrey and I were faced with the idea of having this big old house all to ourselves. I could have gone out and got a job, but the truth is I've never been any great shakes at anything but being a mother. So, we decided to have Jamie."
"It's kind of cute, how you've got so many J names," Emily remarked. "Jeffrey, Jennifer, Jamie… was that intentional?"
JJ looked down at her lap. "I had a sister named Amy. Jamie is named for the J we all shared, and for Amy's memory." She smiled weakly. "People always assume Jamie is short for James, but it isn't."
Emily reached out for JJ's hand. "Maybe one day you can tell me about her," she said softly, but she didn't push. Instead, she got up from the table. "I'm going to go and get dressed, and then I think I'm going to take the boys out," she decided. "It'll give you a chance to spend some time with your parents, okay?"
When JJ nodded, Emily leaned down and kissed her lightly then went upstairs. "Hey, Jamie, do you want to come to the mall with me and Harry?" She asked as she opened the door to Jamie's room. What she saw made her blink back tears. Harrison was sitting in Jamie's lap, playing some sort of computer game that was obviously aimed the younger boy's age group, and Jamie was patiently helping him.
Emily watched for a while and she could see all the fun Harrison was having with the game, and with Jamie's attention. "What is this game? Do you think you could put it on my flash drive for us to take home with us?" she asked
"Yeah, I can do that," Jamie replied. "Hey, Emily… Harry's neat. I'm glad Jenny brought you guys here."
Emily grinned, reaching out and messing up Jamie's hair, then pulling him into a light hug. "I'm glad we came too.
"I'm fat," Garcia moaned.
"You're pregnant, and beautiful," Hotch said automatically. He turned the page of his book and then went back to stroking her hair.
"I was fat before I was pregnant," she said quietly. "I mean, I love JJ and Emily, but I never really felt pretty next to them. They were the Miss Congeniality style FBI gals, and I was just Ugly Betty in the dark room."
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Hotch asked mildly.
That stopped Garcia in her tracks. "What?"
"Do you consider me to be a man who is lacking in brain function?"
"Of course I don't!"
"Then you can rest easy knowing that I'm exactly where I want to be. Only a very stupid man would allow things to get this far with a woman he didn't love. Do you think I'm so stupid that I would ask you to move in if I wasn't attracted to you? Do you think I'm so mentally deficient that I would introduce you to my son if I didn't see a future with you?"
Garcia pouted. "No, I guess not. But you're stupid in other ways."
"Oh, am I?"
"Yes. When your very pregnant partner is complaining, your job is to commiserate. Logic has no place in this conversation," she said, but her pout was slipping and giving way to a small smile. Hotch bent down and kissed her.
"Well, I apologize for my lapse in intelligence, and I promise never to shoehorn logic in where it clearly doesn't belong ever again. Perhaps I could gain back a few IQ points by telling you that I have a pint of cookies and cream ice cream in the freezer?"
"You're a genius."
East Allegheny's approximation of a mall was about a tenth of the size of those in DC, but Jamie dutifully navigated them there, conscientiously telling Emily when and where to turn until they pulled into the parking lot. "Well, this is it," he said unnecessarily.
"Thanks for the directions," Emily said, letting Harrison out of his seat. "Now, the reason we're here, is because I want to show my appreciation for you playing with Harrison this morning, without even being asked. It was a big help, because as you probably guessed, your mom and dad had a lot to talk about with JJ and me."
Jamie nodded, looking down at the floor and scuffing his feet. "I just wanted to play on my computer. I thought he might like to play too," he deflected.
Emily tipped his chin up so he was looking her in the eye. "No matter why you did it, it was a nice thing that you did, and now I want to do something nice for you. So I want you to pick out something, anything here, and I'll buy it for you."
Jamie gave her a puzzled look. "Mom says a good deed is its own reward," he said, his voice unsure.
"And what do you think?"
"I dunno. It feels good to do nice stuff for people. I don't really care if I get anything back. And anyway, people do nice stuff for me all the time. Like last night, you know? Mom made a really awesome dinner. So I figure it evens out." He shrugged.
"Okay, so that's what this is. I'm doing something nice for you. So pick something," Emily insisted.
After a long pause, Jamie bit his lip. "Could I please have an ice cream?" he asked. Emily frowned. She had been expecting him to point to an iPod, a skateboard, maybe even some sneakers - anything but a simple ice cream.
"That's what you want? I'm telling you, you can have anything you want in this entire mall, and you're choosing an ice cream? Dare to dream big, kid."
Again, Jamie paused, bottom lip back between his teeth. "Could I please have two scoops?" And then, after a beat, he added, "And sprinkles?"
So it wasn't just JJ who was completely selfless and unconcerned with her money. Clearly, Sandy and Jeffrey Jareau were raising their children right - neither of them had a single mercenary bone in their body. She'd practically had to fight to get Jamie to admit to wanting as little as an ice cream cone, and she'd expected him to want so much more. Finally, she sighed. "Sure, kid. You can have two scoops and sprinkles."
"Can I have ice cream too, Mommy?" Harrison asked. Emily pretended to look him over, frowning.
"I don't know. How much do you love me?" she asked playfully.
"I love you a hundred and thousand and million," he declared, using the biggest numbers he knew.
"Do you love me… two scoops with sprinkles?" she asked.
"I love you twenty hundred scoops with… with… BUBBLEGUM on top!" he squealed, and Emily laughed.
"And how would you fit twenty hundred scoops of ice cream in this tummy?" she asked, poking him gently in the belly.
"Silly Mommy, that's how I'll get to be a big boy like Jamie," he informed her. Emily couldn't argue with that logic, so she took the boys directly to the ice cream parlor and ordered them both big two scoop cones.
"Thanks Emily. You rock," Jamie said, slurping his treat.
"So you're getting married," Sandy said as she and JJ settled in two deck chairs in the back yard. "Well come on, show me your ring!"
JJ shyly pulled it out from where it had been hiding, on a chain around her neck, and put it on her finger. Sandy's jaw dropped.
"Good lord Jenny, that rock is bigger than your son," she gaped, and JJ giggled.
"Emily likes to spoil me," she said with a shrug. She didn't really want to tell her mother the extent of Emily's wealth - she didn't like to think about it herself - but she filled her in on the face that Emily was the daughter of an ambassador, and told her that she wasn't exactly hurting for money, though she glossed over the details.