Prompt: You and Emily is married and she fakes her death as you were pregnant and tries to come back to you two.
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Y/N POV:
It's 4 am and I'm holding my 1 month old daughter as she drinks her milk from my nipple. I hear noises come from behind so I turn to see JJ and Derek holding their guns, putting them in the holsters.
"We got called into work you gonna be okay here." JJ asks walking up to me "Yeah, we're going to be fine. As always." I say smiling a bit "You sure Y/n?" Derek asks as I move to burp Gracie "We'll be fine Derek, go to work." I say and they nod before leaving
I pull the covers back placing my sleeping back in my bed turning on the baby monitor before going to use the bathroom. After using the bathroom I go down to the kitchen and fix me some cereal heading back to my room. I turn on my tv watching it while I'm eating, once I'm done eating I take a quick shower.
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As I'm brushing my teeth after my shower I hear my doorbell ring, it alarms Gracie so I pick up placing us skin to skin.
"It's ok. I'm right here." I say soothingly while walking to the door
I grab a blanket to cover her face before opening the door making me laugh dryly.
"This has to be a joke." I say looking away as tears start to cloud my eyes "Y/n. Baby. It's not a joke." She says starting to cry also "Emily?! How? What?" I say as I feel lost of breath "I'm so sorry." She says biting her lip "Emily, you're supposed to be dead. I buried you just a few months ago." I say hearing my voice crack "Baby, I can explain. J-Just let me explain it." She says desperately "I need time." I say holding my hand out and she nods wiping her tears "I'll come back sometime later?" She says and I nod with tears running down my cheeks
I move back and close the door gently locking it before sliding down the door crying softly holding onto Gracie gently.
After a bit of crying I go back into my room locking the door laying back down in bed with Gracie in her pillow bed still sleeping. I put my phone on DND just in case someone calls, I don't wanna talk to no one right now.
She's alive.
She's been alive all this time.
The love of my life has been a live this whole time.
Was our family that easy to leave?
My Wife isn't dead.
Who's grave have I even been visiting these past few months?
Who knew about this?
I continue to think looking up at my ceiling.
Did she not think of the pain her death put me through?
