Only you | Derek Morgan

Did we just.. plan our wedding?

L A Y L A ' S   P O V

I'm at my desk, typing away on my laptop when I feel a looming presence over my shoulder.

I slowly look up at Hotch. "Can I help you?"

His eyes narrow slightly. "Are you working?"

Hotch and I have a great relationship. I would say push and pull but it's basically me just pushing all of the time.

"No, I'm looking at wedding dresses." I turn my laptop towards him. "I can't decide what neckline I like.. square, scoop, halter. What do you think?"

It's a good thing I'm not intimidated by his stare down because he gives me a damn good one. "Have you finished your paperwork?"

I place my finished paperwork into his awaiting hand with a smile. I think I've got employee of the month in the bag.

Hotch turns to walk away, pauses then turns back to me, lowing his voice. "Penelope says halters add dimension. Maybe look into that."

That is something I never would have ever thought I'd hear him say, or even something I thought he would pick up Penelope saying, but see? He loves me.

You know things are getting serious when I pull my claw clip out and put my hair up. Everyone else is still working on their paperwork but I'm twelve pages deep on a bridal website and I still can't decide what style, shape or fabric I want.

I make it through another three sites before I feel another presence over my shoulder, a much more loving one this time.

Derek already has my bag in his hands, smiling at me. "Ready to go home?"

-

While Derek goes to the gym this evening I decide to have some me time aka cleaning the house because it satisfies me in a way I can't describe.

You know I mean business when the normal bra comes off and a soft cotton bralette comes on and I strip down to nothing but underwear a big tshirt and fuzzy socks. My favourite reality tv show is put on blast and I get to work.

I get the first load of laundry in while I work in the living room and dining area and I get the second in before I start cleaning the kitchen. While I'm at it I clear out the fridge and make a grocery list for this weekend.

The pillows are fluffed, the carpet is vacuumed and the floor and kitchen countertops are shining. The candle I light when I'm finished is honestly like my reward. Everything is done except taking the trash out. I'm not saying all of the other cleaning is a pink job, but the trash is definitely a blue job.

While I'm waiting for the second load of laundry to finish washing I sit down on the couch just as an ad comes on the tv. I'm about to switch the channel but it's one of those ads that show the most beautiful cinematic shots of a clear water vacation resort that looks nothing short of absolutely stunning.

Remembering I have a laptop and free will I pull it out because I need to know where that resort is. It looks like paradise and the advertising is clearly working because I'm hooked. One quick google search later I learn it's just outside of Cancun right on the white sand beach of sunny Mexico.

While I'm browsing their website one of the tabs drops down and their wedding packages pop up. I click it immediately.

"Honeyyy," Derek calls out as the front door closes behind him. "I'm home."

"Okay hear me out," I say the second he's in my view. "We get married in Mexico."

"On the beach? At sunset?" Just as I knew Derek would, he matches my energy perfectly. He kisses my lips before he sits down next to me. "I'm so down."