Prompt for 10_dates: #2 Gift
Disclaimer: Neither the show nor the characters belong to me, they belong to CBS. Nonetheless, I love to borrow them from time to time.
AN: Once again, my muse and I have been working overtime. Sometimes, I really don’t know where to take the energy from I would need to fulfill all the things people expect me to do.
But that’s a different story. Now back to this one. In the last chapter we found out Penelope was pregnant after having spent a night with Derek. Hotch tried to convince her to talk to him and made her go see a doctor. This is where this chapter continues.
Can you believe it? Once again this story is almost finished. Only one chapter to go. When I started working on so many stories, I really never thought I’d be able to finish any of them. :)
“Are you sure about this?” Dr. Miller asked, eyeing Penelope warily.
“Yes,” she sniffled. “I can’t… I can’t have the baby.”
Sighing, Dr. Miller leaned forward over the table. “Maybe you should talk to the father first.”
Penelope shook her head vigorously. “He doesn’t want children. Besides, I’m not even sure we’re… He doesn’t want them.”
Dr. Miller took a deep breath. “All right. Emma will give you an appointment for the abortion, then. She’ll also print the prescription for the antinauseant.”
“Thank you.” Penelope nodded and wiped off her face.
Frowning at her, Dr. Miller asked once more, “Are you really sure you want to do this?”
“No,” Penelope replied honestly, “but I know what I have to do. There is no other way.”
Dr. Miller sighed. She couldn’t escape the feeling that Penelope was forced into the abortion, certainly by the father of the child. She hated situations like this, but she also knew she couldn’t do anything about it if Penelope wanted the abortion – or at least said she wanted it.
“Thank you again, doctor.” Penelope took a deep breath before she left the room. It was bad enough that she’d cried so openly in front of her doctor; she didn’t want the other patients in the waiting room have to witness this, too.
“Just a second, ma’am.” The nurse smiled at her as Penelope stood in front of her desk.
She heard the door being opened, but didn’t really care who was entering.
Derek looked across the waiting room, searching for his Baby Girl, and smiled nervously at the other patients staring at him as if he was from a different planet. Had they never seen a man searching for his girl in here?
He saw her figure at the desk and carefully stepped closer, clearing his throat.
Penelope froze at the sound behind her. She knew it was him. Had Hotch really sent him to pick her up?! Of course he had. That sounded like Hotch.
Slowly, Penelope turned around to face him.
“Hey,” he greeted insecurely. “I… I’m here to pick you up. You all right?” He could tell she had been crying, and he didn’t have to be a profiler to see that she wasn’t exactly happy to see him there.
Penelope just nodded, not able to say anything in return. She felt on the verge of tears again.
The door opened, and Dr. Miller stuck her head out. “Penelope, I have a few more questions, before…” When she saw Derek, she stepped outside and eyed him. “I suppose you’re the father,” she snapped at him.
Penelope’s shoulders sank, and she looked down. If only the floor could swallow her right away!
Derek stared back and forth between Penelope and the other woman. Had he understood that right?! “Father?” he stuttered.
The expression on Dr. Miller’s face suddenly softened. “Maybe you should come back inside, both of you.”
Derek was still staring at Penelope in disbelief after Dr. Miller made them sit down in front of her desk. “You’re pregnant?” he asked voicelessly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked carefully.
She sniffled again. “I know I should have.”
“No, sweetness, I’m not blaming you. I just want to understand.” He kneeled down in front of her and took her hands in his, so that she looked at him. “Why did you refuse to talk to me after that night?”
“I… I just… I don’t know,” she mumbled. “I just… Why did you… spend that night with me at all?”
He frowned. “I… I don’t understand…” Derek stuttered. What was she talking about?
“Well, I… I know you didn’t want me to hook up with a… with him, but…” She looked down at her hands that were fidgeting with the rim of her blouse. “Did you really think I could just go back to where we were after that night?”
He blinked at her in confusion. Was she actually implying that she had been a one night stand? “Baby Girl, why do you think I invited you to the movies and for drinks that night?”
“Be… Because you didn’t want me to go out with… this other guy,” she sniffled.
“And why didn’t I want that?” he pressed her.
“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “Because you protect me everyday of your life.”
“And why would I do that?”
She shrugged again and searched his eyes for an answer.
Smiling, Derek reached up to brush a tear from her cheek. “Because I love you, silly girl. I was trying to tell you that the whole time. I was trying to ask you out, but it went wrong every time. I’m terrible with real dates, apparently.”
“You… you really wanted to go out… with me?” she sniffled.
“Not wanted,” Derek softly corrected her. “I still want to. I love you, Penelope, more than anything else in the world. I don’t want to lose you, and I never wanted to hurt you. I didn’t want to make you feel like you were just some other girl to me. I know I messed up, and I’m sorry for hurting you so much and making you feel like you have to avoid me.
“All I wanted was to take that pain away from you, and I just… I didn’t know what else to do to help you. I thought you knew… how special you are to me. I hoped I could make you feel how much you mean to me.”
“I… I thought you just… I don’t know…” she mumbled and looked down. “God, we’re really messed up, aren’t we?”
“Yeah.” Derek softly lifted her head so that she looked back up at him again. “I also never wanted to put you into a situation like this. I know it wasn’t wise not to use protection. Trust me, this is so not how I planned this.”
“You… you had a plan?” she sniffled.
“Yeah.” Derek smiled at her. “I wanted to ask you out officially, take things slow, and make you feel that I really want to be with you, that I’m serious. Then, one day, when we both felt the time was right, I wanted to make love to you. I’m sorry I messed up that much.”
“This wasn’t your fault,” she whispered. “At least not entirely.”
Carefully, Derek leaned forward and stopped mere inches from her face. He searched her face for her permission, before leaning in and capturing her lips with his.
“How about we start all over again?” Derek suggested. “Let me take you out for breakfast now, make it a real date. I promise, this time, I’ll get it right – well, except for the part where we take things slow.”
“Yeah, it’s a little late for that, right?” Penelope blushed slightly.
“Especially since I’m not gonna let our child be born out of wedlock,” Derek said grinning.
Penelope’s eyes almost popped out of her head. “What?” she exclaimed, her voice almost cracking. Had she understood his words right?
“I want this child,” Derek told her. “Even if I’d thought we would wait a little longer with that, I still want to have a family with you, and if it’s sooner rather than later, I’m absolutely fine with that, if you are. And I want you to marry me. If you want to, that is.”
“Of course I do!” She sniffled, and new tears streamed down her face. “I love you.” She leaned down to kiss him again.
“I guess that means the appointment for the abortion is cancelled,” Dr. Miller interrupted them.
They both jumped apart, and Penelope blushed a deep shade of red. They had completely forgotten they weren’t alone.
“Abortion?” Derek burst out, staring at Penelope in disbelief again. “I… I thought you always wanted children.”
“I do, and I want this child,” she quickly assured him. “You have no idea how often I dreamed of giving birth to your child. But I thought you didn’t want it, so…”
“I do,” Derek softly interrupted her. “I do want our child, and I want you. Don’t you ever doubt that again.”
He turned to Dr. Miller. “Yes, you can cancel the appointment. Right, Baby Girl?”
“Yeah.” she nodded, smiling brightly. She made a mental note to thank Hotch for sending Derek to pick her up.
“But maybe we need an appointment for the first ultrasound,” Derek suggested.
Dr. Miller chuckled. “Emma will make an appointment with you.”
“And after that, I’m gonna take you out for breakfast. Then for lunch, and for dinner.” Derek stood up, offering Penelope his hand to help her get up, and then pulled her close against him. “I love you,” he whispered into her ear.
“Yeah, you said so before,” she giggled.
“And I’m gonna say it over and over and over again.” Putting his arm protectively around her shoulders, Derek led her out to the desk, where Emma gave them an appointment for the first ultrasound scan.
“I love you, too,” Penelope whispered and softly pecked his lips. Then she blushed. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.
Frowning at her, Derek asked, “For what?”
“Well…” Penelope stuttered, “we… we didn’t talk about… making it public, yet, so…”
“Hogwash!” Derek nudged her nose. “As far as I’m concerned, the whole wide world can know that we’re an item – and that we’re expecting a baby.” To prove his words, Derek turned around to the other patients in the waiting room. “Did you hear that? We’re gonna be parents. Penelope Garcia – soon to be Morgan – and I are expecting a child.”
“Stop that!” Penelope slapped his arm.
“Congratulations.” One of the other women smiled at them. “It’s obvious you’re looking forward to it.”
“Most definitely,” Derek agreed, grinning at Penelope and putting his arm around her waist to pull her close to him again. “These two are the best gift I have gotten in a very long time.”