Chapter 8

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"Kristen?" I suggest

"Kristen Gilbert. 1967, still in prison, killed 4 people and attempted to kill 2 more. So no" he says as he keeps his eyes on the road, driving carefully

"Judy?" I say

"Judy Buenoano. 1943-1998, killed her husband and son, and attempted to kill her boyfriend" he says

"Amelia?" I suggest

"Amelia Dyer. 1836-1896, killed up to 400 infants that were under her care" he replies

"Elizabeth" I say

"Elizabeth Báthory. 1560-1614, she bathed in the blood of virgins to retain her youth--"

"Ok, why do you know that?" I ask

"It's my job?" he answers hesitating a little bit

"1560-1614? I believe that the 17th century was a very long time ago" I say

"I just don't want to give my daughter the name of a serial killer" he explains.

"Aaron Hernandez, Aaron Glee, Aaron Foust, Aaron Saucedo. Did you become a serial killer like them?" I ask

"No but..."

"What? Do you think you will look at her and think of serial killers? Trust me, that that will be the last thing in your mind the moment you see her" I say

"I wish that you are right" he says

"I'm always right" I reply and he laughs.

"Let's start from the easy part, last name. We don't have many choices there, right?" he asks

"Yeah..." I answer

"So Heart-Hotchner or Hotchner-Heart? I'm good with both" he says

"Actually I was thinking of another way..." I admit

"I'm listening" he says

"Heart could work nicely as a middle name too and leave just Hotchner in the last name" I suggest

"And you are ok with that?" he asks

"Totally" I answer

"Ok, so we have blank Heart Hotchner" he says

"And we have 18 weeks to fill that blank" I say and he nods.

"Penelope?" I suggest out of nowhere

"Oh no" he answers immediately causing me to laugh.
"It will be very confusing" he adds.

"Emily?" I ask

"That will be an even bigger disaster" he says

"Ok, I'm stopping" I say as I stop laughing.

We arrive at the station and we get ready to present the profile to the officers. But when we started, I felt an unusual feeling in my belly. It's not just the usual movement.

"Excuse me" I say and I step away, letting the others continue. I go back to the conference room and I sit down. I close my eyes and I take a few breaths.

Aaron rushes inside as soon as they finish and he closes the door and windows.
"Are you ok?" he asks worried, kneeling in front of me

"I don't know, it's a bit weird..." I say

"Describe it to me" he says. But instead, I take his hand and I press it on the place where I got that feeling.

After a few seconds, it happens again. "That's it. I think that this is a full-on kick" I say and I almost saw the worry wash over from his face.
"She is kicking now" I say and he smiles.

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