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“Hey, I think you’re cute.”

Criminal Minds - Aaron Hotchner x You ft. Jack Hotchner Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x You; ft Jack Hotchner Genre: Fluff Warnings: Ass squeezing, but other than that - just domestic Hotchner family fluff. Length: Drabble Where you and Jack have perfected your own little routine.

Inspired by this instagram video.

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As is the way with almost all teenagers, when they aren’t hiding from you, you hear Jack before you see him. The faint creak of the hinges to his room door as it opens, the light thump of his footsteps as he crosses the hallway, and the soft shuffle as he bounds down the stairs.

“Hey, I think you’re cute.” You wipe your hands on a dishtowel, as he walks into the kitchen, your announcement accompanied by a grin as he walks into the kitchen, hair still mussed from sleep, eyes still adjusting to being awake.

“I think you’re beautiful.” Is what your adopted son responds, a shy but affectionate smile on his face as he shuffles forward, shoving his hands into the front pocket of the hoodie he has on.

It was a little routine that you both had perfected over the years, you telling him that he was cute, and him telling you that you were beautiful. While his manner of speech, vocal register and physical appearance had changed over the years, the one thing that hadn’t was the smile, slightly shy, that slipped onto his face, greeting you in response every single time.

“Come here,” you extend a hand to reach for the bottom of his chin, squeezing it only in the way a parent can, and tugging your teenager towards you, fully intent on smacking a kiss onto his cheek.

“Noo, Mom.” He twists his face away, face scrunching up, eyes squeezed closed as he stumbles towards the side, freeing himself of your grip, reminding you that he is, in fact still a teenage boy.

“Buddy..” You voice is a half whine, half chuckle as you let him step away to slide onto a barstool at the kitchen counter where he drags a plate of pancakes and fruit towards him.

You walked over, hand reaching over to come to a rest on his forehead. It allows you to pull his head towards you, where you plant a loud kiss on the top of his hair. You hear a pancake muffled groan rumble from his body as you let his head go and it makes you laugh.

“We cute too?” The deep voice cuts in, and your grin grows as you turn your body towards the sight of your husband entering the kitchen, your 6 year old girl in his arms.

“Very.” You respond, depositing a kiss onto the cheek of your daughter as Aaron sets her down on a barstool beside Jack.

“Just her?” An arm snakes around your waist as you straighten. You pretend to think, placing a hand to your chin as you tilt your head, which earns you a squeeze of your waist.

“You too Mr Hotchner.” You relent with a small laugh, as you lean up to press a quick kiss to his lips. He lets you go, a twinkle in his eyes, hand dropping from your waist to briefly squeeze your ass through your jeans, winking at you as you break apart, him to to the coffee maker and you to the sink.

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