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miley1442111 · 6 months

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fix it-a.hotchner

a/n: i imagined a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)

please don't read if you have emetophobia!!!!

summary: aaron says some horrible things, can he fix it?

pairing: husband! aaron hotchner x wife! reader

warnings: mad angst, aaron is so mean, reader believes she is a bad mother, heartbreak, feelings of disappointment, jack is so sweet, reader is pregnant, talks of pregnancy, talks of vomiting and morning sickness, no happy ending :(

part 2- fix it together

It was all coming down to this. It was Jack’s birthday and as his step-mom, you had been party planning all week. He was having a dinosaur themed birthday with a bounce house and watching a movie in the backyard, like a little drive in movie. You were excited for him. Aaron hadn’t really been around much that week, he was busy dealing with some legal battle the FBI was up against, meaning the rest of the team, including yourself, had the week off. It was Friday night, Jack’s actual birthday and he was asleep in bed as you waited for Aaron to get home. You were reading a book Spencer had recommended you as you nursed a cup of tea, getting sleepier by the second.

The front door opened and there Aaron stood, briefcase in hand, handsome as ever. You smiled and got up from your spot on the couch, ready to greet him. He smiled softly as you hugged him, running a hand through his hair. “How did it go?” you asked, your voice just above a whisper.

“Oh it was fine, nothing too jarring. How was the week?” He asked, walking further into the house.

“Fine. Nothing to report. Jack’s asleep but-”

“Did you do something for his birthday?” He asked, cutting you off.

“Yeah, of course. I picked him up from school early and we went for lunch and to a film. He really enjoyed himself,” you smiled and he sighed. “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, fine,” Passive aggressive. Aaron was being passive aggressive.

“Aaron,” You said, worry coating your words. “Is everything ok?”

“Yes! Everything is just fine,” He sighed again, sitting on the couch. “Just one thing though- you didn’t think to offer him to see his mom?” He asked, malice behind every word. The accusation cut you deeply. Of course you’d asked, but he’d said no. He said ‘I don’t want to go without dad’ because of course he wouldn’t. He didn’t want to go to his moms grave without his dad, and not on his birthday either. You stood there, stunned at his words. He continued. “Y’know, you promised me this wouldn’t be an issue, so tell me now, is this an issue Y/N? I need to know because we can still get an annulment.”

You gasped at his words. “Aaron stop-”

“No, you stop. You are not his mother. She is. She still is, even if she’s gone. You’ll never be his mother. You’re doing a good job of parenting but nothing compares to Haley. Thank god you’re not his actual mother.”

That was venomous. He was going straight for every insecurity you had around your relationship with Jack and throwing it in your face. He was hurting you.

The silence was heavy. Aaron finally looked at your face and saw the disgust written all over it. The worst part was the fact that he knew it wasn't disgust at his actions, it was disgust directed at yourself and your parenting. You loved and adored Jack, he knew that. He knew, though he’d never admit it, that Jack liked you more than him, or maybe it was just his insecurity speaking, he wasn’t sure. He knew you gave everything of yourself to the both of them. And he knew he’d just done irreversible damage.

“I offered,” you muttered, your eyes trained on the floor as you wrapped your arms around your chest, pleading with yourself to not cry. You felt silly, standing there, in his hoodie, his home, and seeing his child as your own. “He said he wanted to wait for you. I said we’d go on Sunday.”

Aaron’s stomach dropped at the tone of your voice and the words being spoken. He was making you cry. He was hurting you. And all you’d ever been to him was perfectly kind. You’d always been so supportive, so loving, and so caring. As he came in he saw a love note on the fridge, he’d seen one of his favourite chocolate bars on the counter with a note beside it, a little wrapped gift beside it too. There were multiple reminders on the fridge for yourself, ones telling you to pick up things for the party, pick up Jack’s big birthday gift (a new bike), and call Jessica. You cared so much about the both of them, and he’d just said some of the worst things he could’ve, just because he was stressed.

Imagine how stressed you were, planning an entire party on your own while simultaneously working through hours and hours of paperwork (courtesy of your job, you were still working from home even if you weren't technically working), and parenting all week, all alone.

“There’s dinner in the fridge, I-I’m going to go to bed,” you mumbled, walking about and leaving him alone with his thoughts. He heard your footsteps retract, walking up the stairs and in the opposite direction of your shared bedroom. Shit. You were sleeping in the guest room.

He got up, irritation and shame barely allowing him to get to the kitchen to eat the meal you’d made him. Why was he like this? Why couldn’t he have just listened to you?

He sat alone eating, his eyes drifting to the gift on the counter the entire time. I don’t deserve it. He thought, but caved once he finished his food and cleaned up. He pulled the small bow off and unwrapped the colourful paper to reveal a positive pregnancy test. His heart broke again. Inside beside it was a note, in your beautiful handwriting.

To my dearest Aaron,

I wanted to tell you the second I found out but I also didn’t want you to come home too early when you were still needed in Washington. We’re pregnant! I’m so excited and nervous and happy and scared all at the same time. I didn’t want to upstage Jack’s birthday but I obviously needed to tell you :)

I love you so much and I can’t wait for this next chapter! No more guest bedroom I guess :)

P.s I’m almost sure Jack knows, I’ve been having horrible morning sickness :( but at least this fulfils his christmas wish last year, remember ?

Anyways, I love you so much and I’m so excited.

Your love, Y/N

Xxxx

He felt sick to his stomach. You were pregnant. He’d just been evilly cruel to you and you were pregnant. He’d said some of the most vile things on planet earth to you, he essentially called you a bad mother. And you were pregnant. He hadn’t even realised he was crying until he saw the splotches on the paper, ruining one of the cute doodles you’d done. He immediately put it down, not wanting to damage it further.

He took a deep breath, then went into his study and allowed himself to cry. He’d been mean. He’d hurt you in the one way he promised he wouldn’t, all because he was overwhelmed. All because he was stressed.

“Dad?” He heard Jack’s voice and straightened. He wiped his face. “Why are you upset?” Jack walked into his office, pyjamas and a teddy in hand.

“I did something mean to mom,” he admitted. “And I hurt her by accident,” he wasn’t sure if it was by accident. He was sure some deep part of him just wanted to self-sabotage himself. “And I feel bad about it.”

“It’ll be ok. Mom’s been sick this week, maybe you have the same tummy ache and it’s making you mad?” He suggested and Aaron let out a pathetic chuckle.

“Maybe bud, maybe,” he agreed. “How about we get you back to bed, huh?”

“Can I say goodnight to mom again?” He asked and Aaron’s heart broke again. He lifted him up and nodded, walking them down the hall. “You go into her and I’ll get your bed ready, yeah?”

“OK dad!” Jack exclaimed as he was let down to the ground, and went running off to your shared bedroom. Aaron shook his head.

“She’s in the other bedroom,” he pushed down another wave of tears at Jack’s confused face.

“Why?” He asked, confused.

“I was really mean,” Aaron sniffled. “Say goodnight from me too?”

“Ok dad,” Jack said, walking into the guest room.

Aaron heard your voice, wishing Jack good dreams. You’d been crying.

He was the worst person in the world.

Jack came into his bedroom a few minutes later. “Mom’s still sick, she said goodnight and to tell you that she loves you.”

Aaron almost started crying again. You were so caring. You always put him above yourself. “Thanks buddy.”

Aaron tucked him in and closed his door over, wishing him a good night. The tears came shortly after. He tried to sleep in your shared bed, but it wasn’t right. You weren’t there.

Sleep evaded him that night.

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The next morning, the morning sickness hit you like a truck. You had your head in the toilet for an hour, at least. You didn’t come out of the guest room until about 9am. You could hear the usual sounds of Jack and Aaron playing outside, probably soccer. You walked downstairs and got yourself a glass of water, the only thing you could actually stomach at the minute. You looked out the window that led to your garden and smiled when you saw your boys playing, then the nagging voice that you thought you’d gotten rid of all but screamed in your ear You’re such a terrible parent. Aaron’s just been trying to conserve your feelings this entire time. Jack probably hates you. You shouldn’t be having another child.

You looked away. Focus on the party. You told yourself. Get through today.

You had a long list of things that needed doing before the party at 3. You had to pick up balloons, pick up the cake, pick up Jessica and her kids, pick up Sean from the airport (as a surprise for Aaron and Jack), and set everything up. You left a small note on the table explaining where you were, and left. You ran all your errands, leaving picking up Jessica, the kids, and Sean till last. When you walked back in, the house was set up and Jack was immediately excitedly by Jessica, his cousins, and Sean which gave you a moment to slip away from Aaron.

Soon enough, the party started and you were bombarded with around forty children and a party to have. You felt Aaron's eyes on you constantly, checking in on you or just watching you. Once the outdoor film started, Penelope, Emily, Jj, and Spencer came over to ask what was wrong with you and Aaron, saying it was strange to not see you all over each other. You told them about the fight (not the pregnancy) and they were shocked at his behaviour. How could he be so mean? How could he treat you like that?

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Aaron had been trying to talk to you for hours. Whenever he tried, a kid or one of the team would stop him with a dumb question, or needing help. You had Emily, Penelope, Jj, and Spencer crowding you the entire night, sending him the dirtiest of looks. That’s how he ended up at the end of the garden with David and Derek, who were both giving him a lecture about how what he’d done was wrong.

“You can't say anyone is a bad parent!” Derek stressed. “That’s a very clear no-go!”

“I’m aware,” Aaron said, his lips tight in a frown. “I know what I did was wrong.”

“Then why aren’t you apologising?!” Derek exclaimed, loud enough that a few kids turned around to shush him.

“Because,” Aaron sighed. “Those four haven’t left her side in hours.”

As the movie came to a close and the children left, you were left with just the team and family.

You all sat down to dinner, chinese takeout- Jack’s favourite. There was laughter and true joy, especially at David’s insistence that he could make the meal much better than Jack's favourite take-out, considering he was a ‘chef’.

You all sat down to watch Jack open his gifts, individually thanking each person who gave him something. He was especially taken by the gift Spencer got him, a book on dinosaurs, and he adored the bike. You’d gotten one that you'd made look similar to Sean’s motorbike, Jack was always obsessed with Sean's motorbike. You’d even drawn on specific details that made it even more unique. Everyone eventually trailed out and it was just you, Jack, Sean, and Aaron. Jack asked Sean to read his bedtime story. That meant you and Aaron were left to clean up together. You got up to start picking up plates but Aaron stopped you.

“Can I?” He offered and you nodded, sitting on the couch. You hadn’t eaten at dinner, all food just meant more vomiting in the morning and you were not up for that. “Can we talk?” He asked.

“About what?” You sighed, looking over at him. “I think we’ve both said enough.”

“I’m so sorry about last night,” he sighed, coming over to you and sitting beside you. “I was awful. I was disgustingly mean just because I was overwhelmed. You’re an amazing mother to Jack, while you’re not his biological mother, you love him as such and he loves you. You’re a great parent. I was just being reactive and mean. I was so cruel and I'm sorry. I don’t want an annulment. I want to be with you forever. I know that it isn’t a problem. I know how much you love Jack and me,” he chuckled humorlessly. “I know how little I deserve it.”

You took his hand. “What you said… it was probably my worst nightmare,” you chuckled flatly. “And what you said was pretty damaging, Aaron. I just… it completely restarted the voice in my head that says I’m a terrible parent. It made me scared to think about what’s going to happen when we have our baby. I was already terrified about being pregnant, and this was just…” you trailed off as Aaron’s heart broke. Your voice was raw with emotion. You were so hurt.

“I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that you are the best mother our children could ever have,” he promised and you smiled, but it lacked the regular spark your smiles usually contained.

“The best mother Jack could have is Haley. We both know that.”

Fuck. Now you were comparing yourself to Haley again. Aaron had quite literally set you back about 4 years in your confidence as Jack’s mother. “Honey-”

“I know it sounds bad, but we both know it’s true. I’m good, but as you said, I’m nothing compared to Haley. Which is fine Aaron. I understand my place.”

His heart broke for what felt like the millionth time. He’d hurt you so badly. “Honey please, I was stressed and overwhelmed and I took it out on you. I meant nothing I said. You’re the best mother to Jack and our unborn child. You are the love of my life-”

“I’m the second love of your life,” you smiled sadly at him. “I’m going to bed, goodnight Aaron.”

You walked up the stairs with a heavy heart. No matter what he said, you’ll always remember the look on his face when he told you that you weren’t enough, that you weren't Haley.

You fell asleep on your side of the bed, since you couldn’t exactly sleep in the guest room when Sean was in there.

Aaron leaned against the counter as he washed dishes, thinking about how he could fix this.

Could he even fix this?

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alicewritez · 2 months

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Gossip - Aaron Hotchner

word count: 1329

summary: you’re a new recruit at the BAU and a firm favourite of Hotch, which has not gone unnoticed by the team. unbeknownst to the team, you and Aaron are in a relationship and are holding another secret; there’s more to what than meets the eye.

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

authors note: implied age gap, mentions of student-teacher dynamic, brief mention of pregnancy at the end but nothing too descriptive. it’s just a bit of fun/fluff. feel free to send requests of any criminal minds character you’d like 🩷

You leave Aaron's office after he briefed you on your tasks for the day; still in the probationary period. You're a newly hired profiler and a very clear favourite of Aaron's. You were surprised to hear that everyone thinks of him as a bit of a grump - he's a soft, gentle and kind man underneath the hard and stern exterior.

As you leave his office, everyone turns to look at you and you're flooded with questions. Are you two secretly related? Why does he like you so much? What is going on between the pair of you?

But truthfully, you didn't know yourself, you were just as clueless as the rest of the team. Sure, you could definitely say you harboured a crush for the man, but he had made no attempt to reciprocate those feelings. Not that he really knew about yours anyway.

Derek gives you a gentle nudge, grinning widely as his eyes glisten with mischief and he surprised a laugh. "So, you and Hotch are close?"

You shrug as you sit down at your desk. "I don't know, I suppose so..". Morgan raises an eyebrow at your nonchalant response. "You don't know?"

Penelope chimes in as she weaves her way back through the desks to get to her office. "It's so obvious. You two are clearly close! You're also, like, half his age. How do you know each other?"

You set your files on your desk. "He was one of my teachers back at the FBI Academy."

Both Derek and Penelope's eyes widen at the revelation, not imagining it could have been something as simple as that. David chuckles from his office before moving to stand against the doorframe with his arms folded. "So you're the fresh-faced prodigy we've all been hearing about."

David's smile widens. He knows you're exactly the prodigy the FBI has been boasting about for months. "But it's true, isn't it? You got your Ph.D. at nineteen and you're the youngest person to join the BAU. You were also the youngest to graduate the FBI Academy."

You suck in a breath, "well, you've certainly done your research.. but I only graduated thanks to Hotch..". Derek leans forward, his smile growing wider. "'Hotch', huh? He really is a softie for you, isn't he?"

You furrow your brows. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that we've all noticed that he's much tamer around you." Penelope chimes in again, her voice full of excitement. "Yes! Much softer, too! I've never seen him smile so often until you joined."

"I think you're reading too much into this. He's probably just being nice because I'm new." You wave them off, making a start on the files piled in your desk.

Spencer, the youngest besides you, looks at you skeptically. Sometimes he could be too smart for his own good. "You're not just any new agent, though. You're a brilliant one. You're smart, talented, gifted, and young. And you're a favourite of our unit chief. Who also happens to be a grumpy, intense man who can be hard to impress. I agree with Derek and Penelope, there must be more to the story."

"Well there really isn't." You sigh as you start writing some notes up. Each member look slightly skeptical at your response, but decide to drop the subject for now, seeing how you wanted to just get on with your work. Once you were done with your notes and reports, you excuse yourself to Hotch’s office, knocking gently on the door.

A few seconds pass before you hear his voice call out. “Come in.”

You slowly step inside and close the door behind you, files in hand. Hotch looks up as he hears the door open and close, looking up at you with a small smile. “Finished with your reports already? Impressive, as always.”

“Yeah but,” you pause, “that’s not the reason I’m here.” Hotch raises an eyebrow as he sets down his pen, giving you his full attention. “Then what is it?”

“The team are figuring it out.” You fiddle with the corners of the files in your hand, while Hotch’s eyebrows draw together in confusion. “Figured it out? Figured what out?”

“Stop playing dumb Aaron… about us..”

Hotch pauses for a moment at your use of his first name, then a sigh escapes his lips before he rubs a hand over his forehead. “I suppose they’re all talking about it, then.”

“Talk of the office yeah.” You sit down, dropping the files onto his desk with a small thud. “I suppose they were bound to find out we were together sooner or later but, I didn’t think it would be this quick.”

Hotch chuckles softly, his eyes focusing on you. Seeing your worried expression, he stands and walks around the desk to stand in front of you. He takes your hands, intertwining your fingers together. “They’re just being nosey. They’ll get over it and move onto the next bit of gossip soon.”

You sigh, squeezing his hand. “I hope so.” He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb, the gesture affectionate and soothing. He knows you don’t like being the constant topic of office gossip. “Hey, look at me.” He tilts your head up gently so that you’re looking directly into his eyes.

You look into his eyes, melting under his touch. He gazes into your eyes and over your face, his expression full of affection. He lifts a hand and tenderly strokes your cheek, his touch sending chills down your spine. “No matter what the others think or say, none of it matters. I chose you. I’ll always choose you.”

Your eyes flutter shut as you whisper, “I love you.”

He smiles at your soft admission, his heart swelling with love and affection. He pulls you closer, his arms encircling your waist. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

You smile giddily, your arms wrapping around his torso. “You’re being very bold doing this in the office.”

He chuckles, his arms holding you close to him. Despite the risk of someone walking in on the two of you at any moment, he’s too lost in the moment to care. “Can you blame me? It’s my way of showing the others who you belong to.”

You smile softly up at him. “I think we should give them something else to gossip about.” He grins gown at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “What do you have in mind, sweetheart?”

You pull away from him, bringing your hands to rest on your stomach. “We tell them about this.” You and Aaron had found out weeks ago, but chose to keep it quiet for now, not wanting too many to be involved just yet. It was nice that just you and Aaron knew.

His smile widens at your words. He follows the movement of your hands, placing a gentle hand over yours on your stomach. “You think it’s time?”

“We can’t hide it forever.. however much we may want to.” You respond, deep down wanting to keep it to you and Aaron for a while longer, but also knowing the team deserved to know.

He nods, his eyes fixed on the spot where his hand is resting on your stomach. He can’t help but smile wider. “You’re right. But are you ready for all the questions and comments we’re going to get?”

“No, but.. it was all going to come out eventually..”

He nods in agreement, his hand gently caressing your stomach after pulling your hands away. “You’re right. You know, you’re the bravest and most brilliant person I know. Nothing can stop us.” He drops his head down and plants a tender kiss on your forehead, then on your cheek before finally capturing your lips in a loving kiss.

Little did either of you know, the team had all been listening in from outside his office door, hearing every word. But they wouldn’t say anything, they’d let you and Aaron go to them first.

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happiest-hotch · 1 year

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Why did i think of Aaron with this? Like imagine him and reader (who's younger) decided to have a baby... Then a few years later they're like, jack it's almost a teen and he loves his little sibling so why not have just one more? But then this happens 😂😂😂 imagine Aaron's face!!!! He'll be like "what you mean there's three???? Babe, i'm too old for this shit!!!👁️👄👁️" And when they tell the team?! OH MY GOD. The teasing would be endless!!!

omg i had to write this asap, i love any expecting!dad!aaron/spencer

Aaron doesn't stop at the FBI offices once the team gets off the jet, and it's almost seven. He knows he'll get caught there for two hours, minimum, and with how tired you've been this pregnancy, you're likely to be asleep by the time he gets home. Plus, he hasn't been so wrapped up in the case the BAU just closed that he's forgotten about the all-important ultrasound you had scheduled.

He gets home just after 7:30, thanks to traffic and some speeding through empty streets. He dumps his go-bag in the laundry room, checking all the doors are locked out of habit.

"Y/n?" You hear Aaron's voice travel down the hallway as he assures you that it's not an intruder.

"Kitchen." You call back, snapping the lid on a container of leftover mac and cheese. Both Jack and Daisy will happily eat it the next day.

He wraps his arms around your waist from behind and pulls you into his chest, tucking his head into your neck. "Hi, honey." He hums.

You turn your head to kiss him for the first time in a week. "Hi, handsome, welcome home."

"Glad to be back." He sighs, breathing in your scent in a non-creepy way. "Kids okay?"

You reach for the baby monitor in Daisy's room, holding it up so he can see the live feed. Jack is crouched at the end of the crib, puppets on his index fingers, while Daisy stands with the help of the rail and watches his puppet show. He's always been an amazing big brother and he loves making up puppet shows for her.

"They've been good." You tell him as you watch the sweet interaction.

He hums in your ear. "So, what's the verdict? How are you?" He doesn't waste any longer than necessary to ask for the results. His wide hand travels down to rest over the little bump that's already appeared. "How is the little raspberry?"

You try not to tense too much in his arms. It would be far too easy for him to notice as your husband and a profiler. So you step away from him, still holding his hand. "Are you hungry?" You ask.

He frowns. "You're deflecting." You narrow your eyes at him, and he folds quickly, answering you. "I ate lunch."

You laugh, handing him a prepared plate. "You're meant to have three meals a day, Aaron."

"I'll eat, but please start talking because I'm getting worried." You can sense the fear in his voice, justified.

"Couch?" You offer before quickly squashing his worries. "Everything's healthy, the OB/GYN isn't concerned."

He lets out a deep breath, taking his plate from you with a 'thank you' kiss before sitting on the couch. You take the ultrasound pictures out of your handbag, sinking down next to him.

"Let me see, let me see." He cheers eagerly. You hand it over, biting your bottom lip as he flips it open. His eyes fill with tears in the most precious way as he gently traces over the glossy picture. "Wait." You know he's caught the descriptor at the bottom. Last time, it was just Baby Hotchner, but things are a little different this time. "Wait...Baby A? Is this a joke?" He turns to you with a playful expression, wrinkling his nose, but he lets a level of concern slip through.

You shake your head. "Not joking. There's a Baby B."

"There's a 'B'?" Aaron repeats, shocked. For someone who's an expert in maintaining an emotionless expression, he's struggling. His eyes look like they could pop out of his head. He takes a look under the first ultrasound, finding another, slightly different ultrasound with a different name at the bottom.

"There's a 'B'." You confirm, knowing he needs to hear it out loud, probably more than once, like you did earlier that morning.

He turns to you with raised eyebrows, letting out another breath. "Two babies." He states- incorrectly- although he's yet to be made aware of it. "Shit." He mumbles.

"Aaron, there's a 'C'." You break the news before he can accept that it's twins.

Aaron's shocked expression gets impossibly more prominent on his features. "Holy shit. Triplets? Oh my- fuck."

You chuckle softly beside him. "Yeah, triplets."

"Wow." He gasps finally, sitting with the news for a few seconds as he looks at the third ultrasound. "That's- wow."

"I know." You agree with his shock. "Crazy, huh?"

He nods slowly, looking at the final ultrasound which is a picture of all three of them. Then he turns to look at you all of a sudden. "This is real?" He asks and you nod. "You're incredible."

You laugh softly. "So you're okay?"

"Are you?" He asks, fully concerned again. "I mean, do you need a higher dose of vitamins? And you need to be eating more. And drinking more. And-"

You cut him off before he can spiral, just as you had. "I'm good, baby." You assure him. "Got it all under control, but this is quite a shock, huh?"

He nods. "We said one more and now we're going to have three more." His eyes fill with tears. "We're so lucky."

"We are." You agree. "There's lots to do though."

He cups your cheek, thumb stroking over your skin. "Tomorrow, baby. And I'll be the one doing everything. You're growing those perfect babies."

"I've got your first task." You tell him and he waits for it, no doubt going to do whatever you want. "Kiss me." He chuckles softly at what is a really easy request to grant and he leans in, kissing you gently.

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jessicaslittlelovesickmess · 7 months

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Once upon a dream

Warning: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of cheating, mention of death, hurt comfort

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Fem!reader, Tess Servopoulos x Fem!reader, Tess Servopoulos x Joel Miller

The only thing Emily ever wished for was a family, to be the mother she never had to two sons and a beautiful daughter always three children specifically.

Emily always had dreams of becoming a mother one day but it was never in her stack of cards so she shortly gave up the idea. Her dreams would always be just dreams not until she met Y/n, she was everything Emily had ever dreamed of in a spouse.

Only Y/n wasn’t hers

They had met at a local cafe after Emily had accidentally bumped right into her forgetting her coffee as she left in embarrassment. Y/n went straight after her with the drinks in hand never guessing she would end up at her brother’s workplace the bau.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Hotch asked confused Emily froze before turning around to face the woman. “You know each other?” She asked so unlike herself Penelope would’ve laughed Derek too “Aaron’s my older brother, you forgot your coffee” Y/n smiled.

Fast forward six years later

Emily going from blind date to hookup after hookup to get her mind off the now married woman who she still imagined a life with. Two sons and a beautiful daughter she told herself or even just one child would suffice maybe a cat if children wasn’t an option. She loved Y/n so violently it made her sick and everyone could see from a mile away- everyone besides Y/n although she loved Emily just as fiercely.

When Emily had “died” the other woman was inconsolable it damaged Aaron knowing he had a hand in this by not telling his sister the truth. Instead watching as the woman got married quickly to the first person who showed her simple kindness and their marriage seemed was almost out of convenience. Having met the woman while away trying to escape the life she once knew in Virginia moving to Boston and back again.

Y/n Hotchner became Y/n Servopoulos

Aaron couldn’t watch as his sister saw Emily for the first time once more after apparently being dead, how her hands trembled and eyes watered. The echo of her heels as she quickly left, Emily broke down that day one thing was certain nothing would ever be the same.

Y/n soon revealed she was pregnant with a little boy that shattered Emily’s entire world but she was happy for the woman. Though she couldn’t help but laugh when the baby was born looking just like his Uncle, to Emily Y/n was glowing and Tess well she was there.

Her son was named after an old friend Alex.

Theresa and Emily never got along always classed as competition in the other’s eye but they remained civil around Y/n never wanting to upset her. When Y/n was pregnant a second time Tess was around a whole less always giving Emily a chance to be by the pregnant woman’s side.

It was tough at first trying to win over the woman but Emily had her ways she would beg for Y/n’s forgiveness

A second boy named after his Uncle Aaron, Benjamin

Emily stood beside the woman until Ben turned two, Y/n and Tess were getting a divorce so Emily had the boys whenever she could. Tess had met someone while she was working away from home, some man named Joel from Texas. Joel Miller the same man who did the renovations on their holiday home who even had a daughter of his own.

It wouldn’t be until another year when a move would be made there was a routine the children had made that included Emily. You both would cook dinner- well you would cook and after spending time together you both would get the boys ready for bed and tuck them in. This night however as Ben snuggled into his pillow his little hand reached for Emily’s “stay mama” he yawned as the woman went to stand.

Tears spread on her waterline as she gazed down at him “of course my sweet boy” she smiled and once the kids were asleep you both retreated to the living room. Cuddling on the sofa watching some shitty reality tv show you gazed up at Emily “thank you” was whispered against her jaw. “What for?” She glanced down at you “for everything, for staying” soon enough your lips had met before you were on top straddling her.

Dreams slowly stopped being dreams another two years later when you and Emily had gotten married with just the team a few friends and your two sons as guests. Emily was over the moon to have a family to call her own, to have a reason to go home just knowing she was needed filled her with pride. Emily had gotten a taste of motherhood and she wanted more as you both laid bed post bliss she brought it up she wanted another child.

Two sons and a beautiful daughter

Her dreams were now reality as you welcomed Olivia into the world, Olivia Benson the Senior having to be the one to drive you to the hospital while Emily was away. She held your hand until your wife burst through the doors with the team behind her, you would birth a daughter who was the perfect mix of you both.

A little girl with Emily’s nose and eyes while she had your hair and mouth, Emily couldn’t help but pepper your face in kisses. “You did so well baby, I’m so proud of you” it made her think if she would ever be in this position if she hadn’t bumped into you that day.

Yes you were the bosses little sister but you had lead a similar life in a different town what if ran through her mind until she felt your cold hand on her cheek. She smiled brightly down at you as she leaned down to kiss you softly ignoring everyone in the room “thank you” she whispered.

“What for?” You chuckled tiredly with a dopey grin “our family” Emily held onto your free hand “I love you Y/n Prentiss” ignoring Hotch rolling his eyes fondly.

“I love you most Emily Prentiss”

Dreams do come true to those who wait Emily found.

#imagine #wlw #angst #emily prentiss x daughter #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x oc #emily prentiss imagine #emily prentiss x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x sister #aaron hotchner x sister!reader #criminal minds #emily prentiss #tess the last of us #tlou tess

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Bigger than the Whole Sky | Part two: from Neverland to Wonderland

18+ Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: she went from dreaming about a life where she was a mom and she's loved and appreciated for who she is... to actually being appreciated, being really, truly loved and a mom of not just the baby Aaron has helped her make, but Jack as well.

Warnings: canon typical violence, description of a case including torture, starvation and murder, Aaron gets shot in the arm, hostage situation, knife tw, needle tw. step-mom reader, dad hotch, Day dates with Jack.

(18+) multiple smut scenes, Shower sex, dirty talk, breeding kink, creampies, pregnancy tests, high emotions, anxiety attacks, crying

word count: 10.4k

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Everyone is already waiting on the plane when Aaron and Y/N finally arrive, they quickly hand their bags to the attendant and board the jet while trying to act like they weren’t madly in love with each other.

“Don’t you look nice,” JJ catches it first, noticing Hotch is in a tux instead of his normal suit and Y/N’s in a stunning light blue dress.

“Thanks,” she quickly brushes it off and takes the seat across from JJ, closer to the window while Hotch takes the aisle spot right beside Y/N. “We were celebrating my divorce being finalized.”

“Oh, congrats,” Derek reaches over to give her a high five. “What’s it like to be a free woman again?”

She just sighs as she relaxes back into her chair, “I wouldn’t know we barely got 3 bites into our dinner when the call came in.”

“Sorry to ruin your date…” Reid teases from his seat.

“It’s okay, we’ll have more, “Y/N can’t help but smirk.

“Wait…” JJ’s eyes gleamed, “you’re not together, are you?”

Aaron and Y/N stare at each other with similar smirks, “I don’t know, are we?” She asks. She knew they shared a wonderful kiss and they both admitted to loving the other, but they never got that far.

Aaron just nods, reaching out to hold her hand over the armrest. “We weren’t going to tell you but—

“Leave it to the room of profilers to know everything,” Y/N teases.

“We can keep it a secret,” Derek announces, knowing the other two would agree.

“Keep what a secret?” Penelope makes herself known on the little jet TV.

Y/N simply lifts her hand up, bringing Aaron's hand up with her own. “us.”

“Oh, my god?” Penny can’t believe it. “I knew this was going to happen, but holy crap-ola!”

“At first it was just nice having a friend and pissing Peter off but… but now I can’t imagine a life without being this close to Aaron,” she shares, unable to wipe the smile off her face.

“How are we going to make this work?” JJ is the one to ask the serious question. “We can’t have our emotions compromised on the job… we worked 1 case with Will and I was a complete mess, how are you going to handle it?”

“Uh… well, I was thinking Y/N could report to Derek and when it comes to making decisions in the field I’ll take orders from him if she’s compromised,” Aaron admits. “If we file our fraternization paperwork, that’s what Cruz would have us do anyway.”

“I’m fine with that,” Derek doesn’t mind taking on that responsibility. “But you’ve gotta listen, I’m not going to be able to hold you back like I did with scrappy little Jenny from the block, over here.”

“Hey, I’m scrappy 'cause you taught me how to fight,” JJ reminds him.

“You’ve always been scrappy,” Spencer teases.

“Excuse me,” the pilot announces from the doorway of the cockpit. “We’ll be taking off shortly, do we have everyone?”

“We do, thank you,” Aaron confirms, giving them the go-ahead for takeoff.

“Speaking of, are we ever going to hire someone new? It was nice having Emily back for that one case a few months back, but, we need someone.” Derek asks, “And I’m still fine taking over for Dave now that he’s gone… but we need someone to take my spot and Emily’s.”

“I know,” Aaron sighs. “I’ve been looking over applications, no one seems right, yet.”

“I have to agree… I’ve been stalking the applicants,” Penelope admits. “We need to persuade Emily to come home for good.”

“I’ve been trying,” JJ rolls her eyes. “But she loves Interpol, she’s having the time of her life travelling the world. This week she was in Egypt catching—”

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we have another abduction,” Penelope announces. “I think we should switch to talking about our case…”

“Agreed,” Aaron says, letting go of Y/N’s hand and reaching for the files.

—

The case is an interesting one.

Small, blonde women between the ages of 19 and 23 are being abducted, and held for 2 to 3 days, only to be dumped at Reaves Park in Norman, Oklahoma when they succumb to their injuries. They’re not sexually assaulted, however, they are brutally beaten, starved and dehydrated before being stuffed into cardboard boxes and left in the park. They’re found in common areas, the footpath, the playground, and even the softball diamond. Clearly on display but still discarded like trash.

It takes them a few days and one more murdered woman to figure out what’s happening, and when they do, they discover it’s a female unsub. It’s rare, but not a surprise when there’s no sexual aspect. She’s seeking revenge for all the time someone “prettier” and “skinnier” than she was picked over her in her life. She’s suffering from severe psychosis, she believes by torturing them like this she’ll feel better but the more she does it, the harder it is to stop.

Putting them in boxes was the way Reid came to figure it all out. The boxes have serial numbers on the bottom flaps which Penelope traced back to an Amazon shipping warehouse in Stillwater, Oklahoma. The serial numbers on the boxes they have recovered all belong to a set of 20 which were bought and sold to a woman named Sarah Freeman and shipped to a P.O. Box also in her name.

Sarah Freeman is the name of a woman who went to Oklahoma state university in 1998. Sarah was president of Cappa Delta Chi, one of the many sororities on campus. Not only was she in charge of the existing sorority members, she was also in charge of the pledges. Pledges are like nominees, they’ve applied to join the sorority but they’re only approved after a month of hazing. Hazing is just a term for the physical and psychological abuse each pledge is put through until only the strongest girls are left. Hazing is hard to go through, it’s even harder for the ones labelled as ugly ducklings… the girls who are bigger than a size 2, are typically non-white and anything but blonde.

They interviewed Sarah, finding out that they not only starved their pledges for weeks because they weren’t a size 2… they made one specific pledge in ‘98 try, time and time again, to fit into a cardboard box without breaking the tape seams or ripping the cardboard to prove she was worthy. They made her do it at parties, in front of the fraternity brothers, and the other pledges, and they even made her sleep on top of a pile of broken boxes that she couldn’t fit into.

Hence, why she now puts these women in boxes. Their final resting spot is one of complete humility, as well as a symbol of how she felt: sick and tired of trying to fit into society's idea of a perfect woman.

This woman’s name was Nina Coleman. She’s their unsub.

The only problem is that Nina Coleman hasn’t been seen by anyone in years. Her parents are dead, she doesn’t have siblings and her credit history seemingly stopped in 2003… then Penelope decided to run the name Sarah Freeman again, finding that there are 2 women with that name in Oklahoma. One who they interviewed, and is currently in police custody for her own safety and another, living in a run-down farmhouse just outside of Cleveland County.

All 5 of them get suited up in their bulletproof vests and split up into 2 groups, Reid, JJ and Hotch are together in one and Y/N is partnered with Derek. It’s nerve-wracking, as every case is, but this feels even scarier than it should. She trusts her team immensely… it’s just hard watching Aaron enter the creepy farmhouse knowing that she’s taking the barn with Derek. She wants to protect him but she knows it’s smarter this way.

Over the radio, Hotch announces that they’re inside, the first floor is clear and taking the basement. Derek says they’re still outside the barn, the perimeter is clear so they’re going in. She covers Derek's six, watching behind them in case the unsub is laying in wake and watching their every move. Derek kicks the barn door in, he checks both directions, “clear,” he whispers to Y/N. “I’ll go left, you go right, we’ll meet in the back?”

“Got it,” she agrees, holding her gun and flashlight, she’s hyper vigilante of everything going on. She tiptoes around hay piles, she sees bloody footprints on the floor and she’s startled by a scarecrow hung on the wall with a metal stake… it’s so fucked up.

In the distance, outside the barn and near the house, she hears 3 very familiar sounds.

Gunshots.

“Derek?” She calls out to him, “Did you hear that??”

“Yeah!” He says, racing her to the barn door and back to the farmhouse. “HOtch!” He calls into the radio. “JJ? Reid!?”

Nothing.

They race to the house, through the kicked-in door and right down to the basement. JJ is on the floor, a bullet has grazed her leg, Hotch is bleeding from his arm and pinned up against the wall of the basement, knife to his throat and 2 guns by his feet… Reid, stands with his gun locked on the unsub, quietly trying to calm her, but it’s not working.

She’s huge. Taller than Hotch, nothing but muscle and hatred, you can’t even really see him where he’s trapped. She’s so much more than they expected.

Both Y/N and Derek have their sights locked on her, slowly making their way down the last few steps, Y/N steps over JJ while Derek leans down to try and help her. One hand aims his gun, and the other works at getting his belt off so JJ can make a tourniquet and stop the bleeding.

“Nina, Nina, please, we’re just here to make sure you’re okay!” Reid tries.

“I’M NOT NINA!”

“Sarah!” Y/N steps in, “You’re Sarah Freeman, we know that… Sarah, we just came because your sisters are worried about you. You never RSVP’d to the Cappa Delta Chi reunion newsletter and they thought maybe you were hurt.”

Nina turns then, still holding the knife to Hotch but her face drops. She is full of concern and bewilderment at the same time, “they want me to come?”

“Of course they do? You’re a former president, aren’t you, Sarah? You’re a legacy now, of course, they want you to come,” Y/N keeps her voice low and soft, she even lowers her gun and holsters it. “Can you let go of my friend Aaron?”

“But— but they called me Nina?” She says, gripping him tighter.

“They were just confused, they thought Nina was going to hurt you, Sarah… Nina’s been hurting beautiful women just like you and that’s why everyone was worried, they thought Nina finally got the prettiest girl in all of Oklahoma,” she lies again, hoping to god that complying with ‘Sarah’s’ delusions would help them.

“Oh,” she understands, dropping the knife she starts to back away from Aaron. “You think I’m pretty?”

“So beautiful,” Y/N agrees, looking to Reid who agrees, even Aaron does. “See? Everyone here is just here to keep you safe… now, I actually spoiled the surprise, I feel so bad but… would you let us blindfold you and tie your hands behind your back so you can’t take it off, and we can take you to your surprise party at Cappa Delta Chi?”

She nods like a child, giddy with joy. She puts her own hands behind her back and closes her eyes. Hotch reaches into his pockets for the cuffs and puts them on her pretty tight and then rips a part of his already torn sleeve off, using it to blindfold her. Once they get the cuffs on her, Derek radios for their backup to come down and then radios for an ambulance.

“These nice friends of ours are going to escort you there, you’re going to have a police escort to the party,” Y/N continues to lie to her.

They get her up the stairs and they pass her off to the local police just as the ambulance is rolling in. Y/N stops one of the EMTs, letting the other go down to JJ. “You’re going to have to sedate her,” she points to the unsub. “Once she knows she’s not going to a party she’s going to go crazy and she can overpower all of you.”

“Got it,” the EMT says, heading back to the ambulance they get a vial of something and draw it into a needle. He follows Y/N to the ambulance and waits for the signal to inject her.

“Sarah? It’s me, Y/N, you did so good getting into the car,” she points at the EMT and he jabs her.

“What?! What are you— what… are…” and then she slumps forward.

“There we go,” Y/N smiles, proud of herself. She closes the door and then taps the roof. “you’re good to take her to the station. Make sure they know she’s suffering from delusions and have a doctor present when they read her her rights.”

The cops all nod, heading off while the other EMT races back into the house and down to JJ and Hotch. She runs then too, almost forgetting that Aaron was bleeding, she was so concerned with getting Nina away from him and now that she’s gone, she can freak out a little.

Downstairs, Derek and Spencer are checking out the unsubs lair… it’s a lot creepier than they suspected. She took photos of everything, developed them herself and hung them on the walls. During the 3 days she had each woman, she’d make them get into different boxes. Some metal, some extra small… one that even resembles the chokey from Matilda. It’s horrific. But she’s been stopped. That’s all they can ever hope for.

JJ gets help up the stairs and Hotch is just sitting on the bottom step, holding some bloody gauze to his arm, he’s going to probably need stitches when they get to the hospital. “Hey,” she makes her presence known as she sits beside him. “Are you okay?”

“I think so?” He shrugs, not having a chance to look at himself… even when he’s covered in blood and his shirt is ripped up, he’s still the most handsome man in the world.

She carefully lifts his chin to get a look at his neck, he has a couple small cuts from the blade and his arm is still bleeding. “Lift this up for me,” she says, taking his left hand and helping him lift his arm, “I don’t want you to bleed anymore, this will make it coagulate at the wound.”

“Thanks, nurse,” Aaron teases her. “But really, you did an amazing job.”

“Thank you… I knew she was delusional and she’s been living in a fantasy where she’s been making these pledges suffer, celebrating her was the only way she’d leave calmly,” Y/N explains with a shrug. “I really just wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“I’m fine,” Aaron assures her, still holding his arm in the air. “I’m always coming home with you, remember?”

She nods, “And me with you.”

—

They get right on the plane after the case is wrapped, JJ wants to be home and not in a hotel room with her stitched-up leg and Aaron feels the same with his arm. Turns out, he wasn’t cut with the knife, a bullet grazed his arm as he pushed JJ down to the ground. Protecting JJ is what enraged the unsub and cause her to pin him to the wall… he was protecting a skinny, beautiful, blonde woman. Of course, it triggered her.

She sits on Aaron's right side on the plane, she leans into his personal space and rests her head on his shoulder for most of the flight, she holds his hand too. She just wants to be close to him and never let him go. So when they land in the middle of the night, she makes him come home with her.

She drives his SUV because he’s tired from the blood loss and the case in general. He’s pretty adorable when he’s this tired too. He cracks little jokes, tells her she’s beautiful and on the walk up to her house, he snuggles into her side only to cover her in kisses once they’re inside. He’s had to hold off on showing her affection for almost a week and he’s done pretending she isn’t the most kissable person in the world.

“Okay, okay,” she giggles, gently pushing him back. “We have to go to sleep, you haven’t had a real rest in days… tomorrow we can spend the whole day making out, okay?”

“Just making out?”

Part of her can’t believe he said that and the other half really hopes he isn’t kidding. She looks up at him curiously, “are you sure you’re ready for that?”

He nods, “Even if it’s just a few practice rounds… or we could start trying right away, I don’t mind either way.”

“Is it even safe to get all your blood pumping like that when you have stitches in your arm?” She asks, more concerned about him than anything else.

He shrugs, “We’ll see in the morning…”

“Okay,” she smiles, happier than she’s been in a long time. “Come on, let’s get ready for bed.”

She gets him up the stairs and into her room, she helps him get his shirt off and runs her fingers down his chest to his stomach, taking it all in as she reaches for his belt. “Did you want to have a shower?”

“Are you offering to help wash me?” Aaron teases.

She nods, feeling a little shy as the prospect of seeing him naked gets more real. "I can…”

“Do you want to?”

“More than you know,” she mumbles, taking in a stuttered breath, she really wants to help.

“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine?” Aaron teases.

“Always.”

She takes him into the bathroom, she draws the shower curtain back and starts running the water all while Aaron pushes his dress pants to the floor and steps out of them. He takes a seat on the closed lid of the toilet and starts to pull off his socks while she works on the zipper of her dress to no avail. “Can you help?” She asks, making sure her hair is out of the way and her back is to him.

“Mhm,” he hums, standing behind her he begins to unzip her dress. His free hand comes around to cup her stomach and once her dress is unzipped, he pushes the fabric to the side and presses a kiss to her back.

He pulls her in closer and kisses her neck, breathing her in and taking it slow as the room fills with steam. He pushes her straps off her shoulders and lets the dress fall to the floor and the hand that rested on her stomach makes its way up to cup her breast, over her bra. She can feel his excitement as he grinds against her…

She tilts her head to the side and lets him kiss all the way up to her jaw, taking it all in, she closes her eyes and hums, “You feel so good.”

“You’re so much softer than I imagined,” he admits.

“I’ll just get softer after we get clean,” she teases, stepping away from him and turning to face him. “Come on, I can’t waste all this water.”

She reaches behind her back and unclips her bra, slowly she slips the straps off her shoulders and tosses it to the ground. She watches his eyes drop down to her chest and then widen, “Wow…”

“Your turn,” she teases, referencing down to the tent in his boxers and trying not to look too excited…

“I take it you’ve been imagining things too?” He teases as he pushes his boxers down and watches her eyes travel down to his newly exposed skin.

She just nods, “Uh-huh…”

“Come on,” he steps closer to her, placing his hands on her hips and toying with the hem of her underwear, “what did you say about wasting water?”

“I don’t care, Derek is still technically paying for it,” she quickly explains and lunges for his lips again.

This kiss is messy and wet, his tongue is so warm against her own. He backs her up until her heels hit the lip of the shower and he catches her so that she doesn’t fall backwards, making them both laugh. He breaks the kiss just to keep kissing down her neck and chest until he’s dropping to his knees and kissing her stomach and feels up her legs. He takes ahold of her panties and pulls them down slowly, instead, covering her in more kisses in place of the fabric.

He’s up close and personal with her most private area and yet she has no fear for once in her life. He helps her step out of her underwear and then his hands trace back up her legs and he cups her hips. He presses another kiss to her lower stomach, the part where she feels the most insecure most of the time… but not today.

“You’re so beautiful… so, so beautiful,” he mutters against her skin between kisses. “I can’t wait to get you pregnant and kiss your belly a million more times as you grow our babies.”

She runs her fingers through his hair, pushing it back off his face and making him look up at her with his big brown doe eyes. “Then get up here and show me how a real man loves,” she whispers back.

She gets him to his feet and into the shower, he sighs at the feeling of the warm water cascading over him. He tilts his head back into the stream, giving her the chance to press gentile kisses to the marks on his neck and trace her hands down his big arms.

He wraps her up in said arms and spins them around so she has a chance to get wet… as if she wasn’t already. “I only have girly shampoos and stuff,” she says.

“I don’t care,” he replies with one hell of a smile. “Smelling like you might actually make me sleep better.”

She doesn’t argue with that, for one because she knows that when she can smell him, either on her clothes or when he’s sleeping next to her, she sleeps ten times better. And for 2… she’s pretty sure he uses the most boring “just for men” shampoo and body wash that this will feel like time at the spa for him.

They lather each other up between stolen kisses and fits of giggles, getting to touch every inch of each other in such a caring manner is so new to her but she never wants it to become old. So many things with Peter lost their spark, and so many aspects of her life dwindled to darkness that she’s absolutely terrified to overdo it with Aaron. She takes her time, she takes it all in and she lets herself live in the happy moment, never knowing when it’s going to come to an inevitable end.

He spins her around to wash her back he runs his soapy hands all over her, around to her stomach where he pulls her in close and grinds his cock against her ass. “I can’t take it anymore, you smell so fucking good I could eat you.”

She giggles, “is it really safe to fuck in the shower?”

“Mhm,” he hums in her ear. His hands drop lower and rest over her pussy. “Do you want to?”

“Please,” she says with a breath.

She leans forward, bracing herself with her hands on the shower wall, giving Aaron the leverage to line his cock up with her from behind. He slips into her with a little stretch that makes her moan as she pushes back against him, taking him as deep as she could.

“Holy fuck, Aaron,” she whines. “Split me in 2, why don’t you?”

“Not my fault you’re so tight,” he teases.

“It’s mine… it’s been too long,” she shares, straightening back up so her back is to his chest once again, she looks over her shoulder at him and catches him in a kiss. She reaches back to place her hand on his cheek, she moans into the kiss as he begins to thrust. His hand glides up to her breasts, massaging them gently, he keeps his other hand over her stomach and then he drops it lower. His middle finger slips between her pussy lips and starts to circle her clit, enhancing her pleasure tenfold.

The sound of their wet skin clapping fills the room, she breaks the kiss to lean her head back on his shoulder, still holding his cheek in her hand when he goes back to kissing her neck. “you’re taking me so well, baby.”

“Aaron,” she moans again, “I’m so close already…”

“That’s okay to let go, baby,” he encourages her.

Her nipples harden at the sound of his voice, he doesn’t miss a beat as he pinches and tweaks her pretty peeks. His tongue drags along her neck, up to her ear where he nibbles, he groans, feeling her flutter and tighten around him. “Finish with me.” He says it more as an order than a question. He wants to feel her finish as he pumps her full.

Her legs start to quake as her orgasm builds, he keeps her steady, holding her flush against his body with his large hand on her stomach. She feels the rush of pleasure course through her veins, she can’t help moaning out his name surrounded by obscenities, they echo around the room. Her orgasm washes over her just as he stills inside of her with a moan of his own.

Lazily kissing her neck, his breathing is heavy but he can’t help himself from saying: “I love you, I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you,” she’s able to reply, equally fucked out and spacey. Her eyes feel heavy, and her limbs feel weak. “Oh, my god…”

“I know,” he mumbles against her, still covering her exposed skin in kisses. “And there’s more where that came from.”

—

When she wakes up the next morning, she’s in her bedroom surrounded by sunlight and the feeling of Aaron beside her. His arm is draped over her stomach and the feeling of his breath on the back of her neck. He’s been tucked in behind her all night now, it’s her favourite way to sleep, feeling so calm and peaceful in his big strong arms.

All of her, all of him, intertwined. The golden daylight shines down upon them like magic. A fresh page of a brand new fairytale, one that doesn’t know darkness, one that only knows love and happiness and peace. Forever and Always.

She snuggles back into her pillow and shuffles back into him more so that he tightens his grip on her. He presses a sleepy kiss to her shoulder and squeezes her tighter just like she wanted him to. “Morning,” she speaks softly, still groggy with sleep.

“Morning,” he whispers into her ear before pressing another kiss behind it. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better than I have in months,” she admits. “That’s a lie, I slept okay all this week in that hotel with you.”

“Yeah, but in that hotel I couldn’t just slip into you,” he teases.

She shakes her head with a smile, teasingly, she asks, “Why didn’t you tell me before you’re so into doggy—

“I’m not,” he starts to laugh. “I’m just always behind you lately.”

“Okay, then,” she turns around in his arms so she could face him. She hikes her leg over his hip and he rolls onto his back, bringing her on top of him.

His hands roam her naked back all the way down to her butt where he grips her tight and smirks up at her, “You wanna try again?”

She nods, “if it’s always as good as it was last night… I hope it takes a little while to get knocked up,” she laughs.

“It won’t take that long,” he’s sure of it. “And if you’re this horny now… you’re going to be even more insatiable when you’re pregnant.”

“Oh yeah?”

He nods, “oh yeah… not to go all Reid on you but with twice the amount of blood coursing through your body, you’re going to be the most sensitive girl in the world for 9 months.”

“Mmm, that sounds fun,” she says with a wiggle of her hips. She lifts herself so she can reposition his hardened cock against her core and grind on him.

He tosses his head back against his pillow with a smile, “god, I love you.”

“I love you,” she smiles. Leaning in, she kisses his jaw and all the way up to his ear. With his hands on her hips, he helps her find a good rhythm.

She covers him in kisses, and she sucks on his neck just gently enough to get him going but not hard enough to leave a mark. They only have 1 day off, there isn’t enough time to let any hickies heal before they have to see their friends and co-workers again… when they get a little more time, however, she’s probably going to be the one covered in little marks. Small reminders of how much he loves her and advertisements of who she belongs to.

It doesn’t take much for them to get all hot and heavy. She lifts her hips just enough for him to position himself at her entrance and she slips down onto him easily. He squeezes her hips harder, little bruises in the shape of his fingerprints will surely show in a day or two, as he helps her ride him. He draws her lips closer, kissing her for real, this time. She moans into the kiss, rolling her hips to keep riding him… but her rhythm is off, she’s too into kissing him to do two things at once.

He wraps his arms around her back and cradles her body as he rolls them over. He breaks the kiss just to look between them, he grips his cock and the base and taps her clit with his swollen head, “fuck,” she whispers.

“Yeah?” He teases, rubbing his cock over her clit again, coating himself in her wetness. “You know, it’s easier to get knocked up if you’ve orgasmed already…”

He kisses her lips one last time, he shuffles down the bed, he grips her tits, pushing them together and kisses her right nipple, then the left and then he lets them go, gravity separates them enough for him to kiss the centre of her chest and down her stomach until he’s laying between her legs. She’s dreamed about this moment, the way he’d look up at her with greedy, lust-blown eyes just as he licks at her cunt. And he does just that, only it’s 10x better than she ever expected.

She reaches out to brush his hair off his forehead and grips it as best as she can at this length. It’s been far too long since anyone, including her, has focused on her own pleasure. Sure, she came last night in the shower but that was a mutual gratification. He’s currently just doing this for her. For the benefits it’ll bring her body. And fuck, is it ever good. He slips two fingers inside as his tongue toys with her clit, she moans in response, tossing her head back, “Aaron…”

Her free hand comes up to grip her breast, she needs something to hold, she feels like her soul is going to leap from her body if she doesn’t writhe and grind up against him. She moves with the waves of pleasure that cascade over her, drowning in love, she feels so overwhelmed as her orgasm hits and floods her shores.

“Aaron,” she whines. “Aaron, please…”

He kisses up her body again, his lips glistening as he licks them, “yes?” He teases. “What do you need, my love, tell me.”

“Fuck me, please, put a baby in me, Aaron,” she begs, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips. “Please?”

“Good girl,” he praises, guiding his cock into her, he hisses with how sensitive he is as he pushes inside. “shit… I could live here— quit my fuckin’ job and make love to you all day long.”

“Okay,” she doesn’t fight it, it actually sounds like a dream getting to stay in this feeling for life.

He grabs the pillow from his side of the bed, “lift for me, baby?” He asks, shoving the pillow under her hips as soon as there is enough room to do so.

He gets her at a new angle and situates himself on his knees so he can fuck her with a bit more power. Her arms slip away from his shoulders, and she traces down his arms until they reach the bed where she grips her sheets. He grips her hips, holding her steady as he does so, watching her arch her hips and toss her head back at the new waves of pleasure. She spreads her legs a little wider, feeling him as deep as humanly possible inside of her. He grips the inside of her thigh and squeezes the plush of her delicious thighs.

“Aaron,” she repeats his name again, “I need… holy fuck, Aaron…”

“Use your words,” he teases, enjoying how far gone she is from his touch.

“My clit, I need… I need more, st-stim-stimulation,” she struggles to speak through the pleasure. “Please?”

He’s quick to bring his forefingers to her clit in a circular motion, “There you go.”

“Thank—thank you, oh my god,” she whines again. Her grip tightens on her sheets, she wishes she could hold onto him but he’s too far away right now.

As if he can read her mind, he leans in closer, capturing her mouth in a sloppy kiss and her arms go right around him. She grips onto his back, dragging her nails over his skin, making him groan into the kiss. She can tell he’s close by the way his rhythm changes, he thrusts faster but offbeat. The hand on her thigh goes up to her knee pit, pushing her leg up against her chest he’s basically got her folded in half as he fucks her deeper than ever before.

Her second orgasm hits her like a truck, out of nowhere she feels it rip through her, all she can do is toss her head back, mouth open in a silent moan as her body quakes. As much as he tries to hold back, wanting it to last forever, he succumbs to the feeling of her fluttering around him once more. He drops his weight onto her, he wraps one arm around her waist and ruts into her until he reaches his finish. His other hand comes up to cup her face in a deep kiss as he reaches his high, he stills deep inside her, filling her up. She feels every drop. And it’s everything she ever wanted.

She giggles as she comes down, laughing against his lips and making him smile. “What?”

“You fucked me silly,” she teases him. She wraps her legs around him again, holding him there.

“Thanks,” he smirks. “you gonna let me go get cleaned up, or?”

She shakes her head, “Uh-uh, stay here. Keep it all in there.”

“You’re a freak,” he teases her. “Seriously?”

She just nods with a smile, “says the man who just put me in a mating press.”

“Hey…” he can’t even think of a comeback because he did just do that.

“And last night you said you want to get me pregnant so you can keep kissing my big, round tummy… you have a breeding kink, Hotchner,” she profiles him. “How could you not tell me?”

He shrugs, “I didn’t realize that’s what it was until now.”

“So you didn’t fall in love with me just cause you knew you could keep me big and pregnant for the next few years?”

His eyes roll back with a groan, “okay don’t say that I’m going to get hard again.”

“Good,” she teases. “Fuck me like that again and I’ll be pregnant in no time.”

“Okay,” he doesn’t need to be asked twice.

—

When they’re really done and cleaned up again, Aaron slips out of the room to give Jess a call.

She hates the thought of him leaving but he does have a son and a place of his own to get back to. They were going to talk it all out before this last case, but that got cut short. So now, she sits in her room all alone, half-dressed, wondering what it’s going to be like when everything changes again.

At some point, she’s not just going to be Aaron's girlfriend and co-worker. She’s going to be his co-parent. The mother to his new baby and a helping hand with his original child. She knows just how much he loves Jack and she can’t wait to see up close and personal the way he is as a dad, to get a taste of what he’s going to be like with their children, too.

He gives her a kiss once he comes back in, “you okay?”

“Yeah, just thinking,” she gives him a small smile. “How’s Jack?”

“Good… he convinced Jess to take him to the museum today, so he’s been having the time of his life, he didn’t even think to ask if I was home yet,” Aaron shares with a smile. “He’s really getting into Indiana Jones right now, he’s moved from one George Lucas franchise to the next.”

“Oh, I remember when I wanted to be an archeologist, those were the good old days,” she can’t wait to talk to him about it. She too, loved those movies and not just because young Harrison Ford is hot…

“Do you want to come out to dinner with me and Jack, later?” Aaron asks. “We don’t have to tell him anything, yet.”

She nods, “Yeah, I’d love that… he’s not going to think it’s weird that you brought someone from work out—

“Dave and Spencer are at my house all the time, Jack's best friend is Henry… he’s very used to having my work friends around,” Aaron shares, calming her nerves. “And the more he gets to know you, the easier it’ll be when we tell him what’s going on.”

“What is going on?” She asks, her voice so tiny and cautious. “Are we just dating? Did you ever want to get married again? Are you going to be okay if I stop working to just be a mom for a few years?”

“Y/N,” he walks over and cups her face in his hands, he kisses the tip of her nose and stares into her eyes. “I love you, I want you in whatever capacity you want to share yourself with me and I want us to be a family. You, me, Jack and the baby we’re working on.”

She smiles, “I want to be a family with you, too… I just don’t think I can live through another heartbreak, so—

“I’m never leaving you, I’m like a scar that won’t ever fade. I’m going to stay here, attached to you, for the rest of your life,” Aaron says, he brings her in for another kiss and holds her there, breathing her in and sealing the promise.

—

They go at it once more before they have to leave to meet up with Jack and Jess. They agree on a local place, Jess isn’t going to stay for the meal, she has a date of her own to get to so she just drops Jack off with them, she shakes Y/N’s hand and makes her acquaintance and then she's gone.

“How was your day, buddy?” Aaron asks, hand on his back, he caresses his shirt with his thumb.

“Really cool, I got to see the new dinosaur exhibit,” Jack says with a big smile plastered to his face… he looks so much like Aaron but more like his mom. Specifically the picture in Aaron's office of her smiling on their wedding day. Their smile is the exact same.

“I’m so glad you had a good day… have I ever introduced you to my friend Y/N?” Aaron asks, extending an arm to her.

She waves at him, “Hi, Jack.”

“Hi… are you my dads' new girlfriend?”

“Jack,” Aaron can’t believe he asked that, but then again he’s 10, almost 11. He’s smart too… of course, he would know.

She nods, “I am. But I work with him too, so we’ve known each other for a while… are you okay with that?”

He nods, “You can keep him safe from the bad guys.”

“Yeah, I can,” she stands a little taller and smiles. “I heard this is your favourite place to eat with your aunt, so, can you tell me what’s good?”

He nods even more enthusiastically this time. “Come on,” he takes her hand and drags her inside the restaurant.

Inside, they get a booth and Jack sits beside Y/N, across from his dad, who always sits facing the door, watching everyone who comes in and who leaves. She never noticed it before, not until Jack tells her: “Dad says that if there’s ever a bad guy, he’d be the first to see it, so he’d be the first to help.”

“Your dad is the best at getting bad guys,” she agrees, it’s something she’s always admired about him.

“You know, Y/N is good at it too, she saved me from an unsub the other day,” Aaron shares.

“Really?” Jack looks at her all concerned. “What happened.”

“A crazy lady was keeping girls in boxes and she was like the size of a house… she would’ve snapped your dad like a toothpick but I convinced her she had a surprise party to go to, cause remember, she was crazy, and she willingly went right into police custody,” she shares like its no big deal.

“Wow,” Jack is blown away. “You’re really cool…”

“Why, thank you,” Y/N can’t believe he said that. “That means a lot to me.”

Jack gives her another big smile. “Do you have any kids?”

She shakes her head, “No… but I want to have some.”

Jack looks right at his dad, “do you?”

“Jack, buddy—

“It would be cool if you did,” Jack cuts him off. “We had sex ed last week so I know you need a boy to—

“Jack,” she cuts him off too and reaches out for his hand. “We can talk about it later, but not now, okay?”

He nods. “okay.”

Aaron looks at her with eyes that read “I’m sorry” She just smiles and shrugs as if to say it’s fine. Cause it is, she’s not embarrassed or anything. Jack is curious, he’s smart and he’s emotionally mature enough to see that his dad is in love with this new lady… and Henry has been learning about what it’s like to be a big brother. Cause JJ and Will are really trying to expand their family, so much so that she’s started doing IVF.

Jack and Henry do everything together. They’ve bonded over having 1 workaholic parent and their love of superheroes. They spend their weekends playing and visiting museums and parks… it’s only natural for him to want to be a big brother if Henry is going to be one too.

After that, they have a seemingly normal and wonderful meal. The food is good, just like Jack promised and their drive home together is pretty quiet. Jack stares out the window, the radio is on low and Aaron holds her hand over the middle console. They stop at a corner store for snacks, Jack has been wanting to rent the latest Marvel movie and so they pick it up too.

The 3 of them all cuddle up on the couch, Jack sits between them, and Aaron drapes his arm over the back of the seat so he can rub her shoulder every few moments and keep constant contact with her. They blow through their popcorn and candy, Jack stays up for the whole movie because of all the sugar and then he wants to stay there with them. He snuggled into Y/N’s side, tucked under her arm and everything. Aaron’s not surprised… he’s like this with JJ and he was like this with Beth too. He misses his mom and this is the closest thing he gets to having her back, so Aaron lets him stay up. And when he falls asleep, they carry him to bed and tuck him in together.

She has to wipe a stray tear once they close his bedroom door, overwhelmed with feelings… the biggest one is love. “He’s the sweetest.”

Aaron pulls her in for a hug, “So are you.”

“I loved tonight,” she says as she pulls back, she smiles up at him with gleaming eyes. “I loved all day with you, actually.”

Aaron cups her face in his hands, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Do you want to stay tonight?” He asks, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs.

She nods, “if that’s okay?”

“It’s perfect… I’ll take the couch, you can have my bed,” he says with a half smile. “It would be weird for him to see us in bed in the morning. He typically tries to crawl in with me when I’m home, I don’t want him to think we’re moving too quickly.”

“That’s okay,” she doesn’t mind at all. “We can still hang out for a while before bed, though, right?”

He nods, “Absolutely.”

—

She knew in her mind that getting pregnant wasn’t going to happen in an instant. She’s so used to going month after month with negative pregnancy tests and being over 35 and with Aaron in his late 40s… she didn’t think either of them would be able to produce a baby so quickly. But boy, was she wrong.

During dinner she got a whiff of Jacks mack and Cheese with Dino nuggets and felt sick, the smell of the powdered fake cheese mixed with ketchup made her stomach churn and she had to excuse herself to the bathroom to clutch her chest and wait for the nausea to pass. It was so weird, she didn’t understand what was going on. At first, she suspected that she caught something in their latest case, and then she turned to look in the mirror.

Her skin was clearer than it ever had been, her hair was shiny, and her boobs were perky as all hell… “Oh my god,” she whispered to herself as her hand traced down her chest to cup her stomach. “Oh, my god?”

It took everything in her to act normal the rest of the night but Aaron could tell something was up. He offered to let her sleep in his bed once again, he still didn’t want to sleep together around Jack yet. He’s still getting used to the fact his dad has another serious girlfriend. After losing Beth as well, Aaron is not ready to rush things on him. So, she refused his offer, saying she was fine when really she was panicking. The plan was to call Aaron as soon as she got home, instead, she texts him to let him know she made it safely… but she didn’t send that text from home, she sent it from the parking lot of Target.

She needed to go buy and test and cry in her bathroom, alone, no matter the outcome.

Her period wasn’t late, she didn’t test this month to know her ovulation window and this is nighttime urine. The best time to test would be in the morning, so she grabs 4 tests, a sleeve of red solo cups and a tub of ice cream and she heads home for real this time.

She kicks off her shoes at the front door, puts the ice cream in her freezer and races to her bathroom upstairs. She tears the package of cups open and a few falls to the floor, she grabs one and immediately pushes her pants down so she could hover over the toilet and pee into said cup… no one ever said finding out if you’re pregnant was pretty.

With a good amount of pee in the cup, she places it on the counter and finishes her business. When she stands again, she reaches for the grocery bag on the counter and takes out the pregnancy test box, reading the back hastily, she tears it open for a test. It’s fairly simple, submerge the test strip in the urine for 30 seconds, wait 3 minutes and then check for two lines.

So simple… so why is she freaking the fuck out?

She dips the test into the cup, counts 30 Mississippi’s and then sets it on a piece of toilet paper to do its thing. And instead of freaking out the whole time, she goes to her bedroom to strip out of her work clothes and into something comfortable so that the 3 minutes fly by. And they do.

When she goes back to the bathroom, she does everything but looks at the counter… she’s not ready to be heartbroken again. She crosses her fingers, she takes a deep breath and she looks down at the test.

At first, she doesn’t see a second line so her heart drops to her stomach, but as she picks it up and turns it towards the light, the second line is there but extremely faded. She can’t believe it. It doesn’t feel real in the slightest and instead of getting her hopes up, she believes it’s a false positive. She thinks maybe she left it in the pee too long or maybe she let it sit too long… maybe something different will happen in the morning? She has no idea but she doesn’t believe she’s pregnant.

So she goes to bed. She doesn’t sleep. But she lays there, staring up a the ceiling thinking of all the possibilities until tears roll down her cheeks and into her ears. She has never been this close to a positive before. Every single dream she had about her baby was back in her mind, just rewritten with a better man holding their tiny child in his arms.

Aaron is already such an amazing dad, thinking about him with another little baby is so easy to do. She can imagine lazy Sundays in bed as a family of 4, she can imagine trips to the store for groceries, and dinner somewhere quick like McDonald's, and screaming kids in the playroom trying to get along… she can imagine most of all the way he’d cup her gigantic tummy time and time again as they build a bigger family. She can imagine Jack helping around the house and getting her bottles and diapers from another room. She can imagine him holding the babies in the hospital, introducing his siblings to their new baby brothers or sisters and passing on the torch of older brother. She can imagine all of them in the crowd at Jack's graduation and surrounding him with all the love in the world. Because it’s what he deserves.

All the dreams that would’ve been, the babies that should’ve been… they’re nothing compared to what she already has with Aaron and Jack. But a new baby wouldn’t hurt. Or a few more after that.

—

When she wakes up in the morning, the first thing she does is pee in another cup. She dips the test in it for 30 seconds and leaves it upside down on a piece of toilet paper while she does the rest of her morning routine for the next 3 minutes. She really doesn’t want to stress about it, it’s going to be fine regardless of if she is pregnant or not. At least with Aaron, he’s actually willing to help her try this time and he had all the parts to do so… and boy, did he know how to use them.

As much as she is excited to possibly be pregnant, she kinda wishes the trying period was longer. Having sex with him was fun. She hasn’t had fun, loving, enjoyable sex in years and the thought of it stopping made her a little sad.

She heads downstairs to make herself some coffee and toast, her nerves aren’t making her hungry but she knows she has to eat before work. By the time the toast is popping up, her phone alarm is going off to tell her it’s time to check the test. Part of her wants to run up the stairs. The rest of her freezes. She’s really not ready. And she doesn’t want to find out alone.

So she stops the alarm and she calls Aaron.

He picks up right away, “are you okay?”

She wants to start crying right away, her whole body is shot with hormones and feelings, she hasn’t ever felt like this before. “I don’t know,” she manages to say with a quivering voice. “I think I’m pregnant.”

“Jess just arrived, I can be there in 15 minutes,” he says within seconds. “You’re okay, it’s going to be fine, I promise. I’ll be there as soon as possible— wait, do you have tests? Do you need some? Or anything else?”

“I already did a test I just can’t look at it without you,” she admits.

“That’s okay, love, I promise I’ll be there in a minute… do you want me to stay on the phone?”

“No… no, it’s fine. I’ll see you soon?”

“Yes, you will. I love you,” he says and she can almost hear the sweet smile in his voice.

“I love you too,” she says back, hanging up soon thereafter.

She doesn’t head back upstairs at all, she can’t bring herself to drink her coffee in case she is pregnant and it’s not like she needs it. The nerves alone have woken her up completely and also made her unable to eat anything she’s so anxious she could throw up… or is that from being pregnant? She doesn’t know.

When he pulls up, she’s standing on the front porch with a cup of coffee for him. “I can’t drink it if I am pregnant.”

“Actually you can have 1 a day,” he says with a smile, taking it anyway. He wraps one arm around her and pulls her in for a hug. He kisses her head and holds her there for a moment. “It’s going to be okay.”

“I know, I just needed you,” she says as she pulls away. She reaches for the door and lets them both back inside, locking it behind herself. Even when she’s awake she doesn’t ever leave the door unlocked. She’s been at her job too long to know any difference.

Aaron follows her up the stairs and into her bedroom, he takes a few sips of coffee and places it on the night table on his side of the bed. He notices she’s not even dressed for work yet, so he sends Penelope a text to let her, and the others, know they’d be late.

“Are you ready?” He asks, watching her as she stands anxiously in the doorway of her bathroom.

She nods. “I think so.”

“Even if it's a negative, we have lots of time,” Aaron reminds her, he places his hand on her back and smiles. “And I’d be more than willing to go to your fertility doctor.”

“Yeah?”

He nods, “if we need a little help, there’s no shame in that.”

“I love you,” she leans into his space and kisses him right on the lips this time. He tastes like coffee and hope… so she’s ready. “Let's go look.”

“After you,” he says, letting her into the bathroom first.

She stands at the counter, her hands gripping the linoleum top. She takes a deep breath and flips the test over.

It’s positive.

Very clearly and darkly positive. Two lines standing side by side, bright pink and happy to be there.

“Holy shit,” Aaron is the first to speak.

She just stares at it with her jaw on the floor… she’s never seen a positive on her own test in her entire life. After almost 80 tests. 8 years. She has a positive. She’s having a baby.

Aaron’s baby.

She turns to him with tears welling in her eyes, they slip down her cheeks as she starts to laugh… its absurd. She doesn’t know what else to do as she jumps into his arms and holds him tight. His big hands land on her back, he buries his face in her neck and gives her a few kisses. “We did it.”

“We did it,” she repeats. “We fucking did it!!”

They celebrate with a few more kisses and then she turns back to look at the test again. “I need to take a picture of this, I’m going to send it to my mom and maybe even frame it. Holy fuck, I’m pregnant!”

“You’re so cute,” he reminds her. “God, I love you so much.”

She can’t stop smiling. She does take a picture of it, she puts it in a plastic bag for safekeeping and slips it into her night side table. She’s so sidetracked, talking a million miles a minute about doctors' appointments and how they should tell their families and the team and so much more, Aaron can’t even keep up. She says everything while walking around the room, looking for something he would help her find but she isn’t talking about it, she’s stuck on the baby.

“Baby,” he uses her pet name to draw her out of it, he holds her by her shoulders and looks in her eyes. “What are you looking for?”

“I don't know… I can’t remember? What was I saying?”

“Something about a baby registry? Honey, we have 9 months. Just get ready, we have to go to work.”

“Right, sorry,” she’s so out of it.

“It’s fine,” he doesn’t mind, at all, actually. He thinks it’s cute, he just knows the team will have more questions every minute they’re alone in the office.

She picks out a pair of dress pants and a white dress shirt with muted blue and pink lines on it… subtle, but it also screams “A baby is coming” and Aaron wonders just how long it’ll take everyone to start placing bets. If they haven’t already.

He finally gets her already and into his car, he makes sure she didn’t forget anything with everything that’s on her mind already… and then they’re gone.

“Aaron, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to be normal today,” she admits as they pull up to the building. “I'm so scared to move or jump or do anything in case I miscarry.”

“I know,” he reaches over and holds her hand. “You can take it easy and we don’t have to tell anyone why and when you start to get uncomfortable being in the field you can switch to desk duty… you can even help me hire your replacement and we need someone to still cover where Derek was before he took over for Dave.”

“Yeah… yeah that sounds doable,” she agrees, trying to hype herself up.

This is the furthest she’s ever gotten on the road to becoming a mom and it’s terrifying just how quickly it can be taken from her. She’s older than she thought she’d be when having her first baby but she’ll take it. She’s too excited while also terrified and in love with their baby and him and this whole situation. It’s perfect, no matter how scary it is. It’s perfect.

“I can’t believe it’s happening,” she admits with tears in her eyes. “We did it.”

“You’re the one doing it,” he reminds her. “you’re spectacular, you’re going to be a fantastic mom, this is all about you. I’m going to make sure you feel as special as I know you are, the whole time.”

“Aaron,” she whines, eyes welling with tears. “God, I’m already so emotional I’m not even that pregnant?”

“It’s been almost a month, hasn’t it?” He asks, “If you don’t mind me asking… when was your last period?”

“When we were on the Nina Freeman case… I had it when my divorce was final, it didn’t last that long so… oh my god I was in my fertile window when we had sex in the shower?”

“And then 3 more times the following day,” he brags, smug as hell. “And then a few more times these last 3 weeks…”

Thinking back to it, this is the most fun she’s had in years. This is how it was always meant to be. “I’m probably 4 or 5 weeks pregnant… no wonder I’ve been so tired and horny and why jacks dinner made me want to barf last night.”

“I knew it,” Aaron teases, pulling into a parking spot at Quantico, he throws the SUV in park and turns to her. “I knew you didn’t want to sleep over for a reason.”

“I’m so used to taking the tests all alone and doing all the work that I just resorted back to my normal routine and it made me really sad,” she admits. “I never want to do anything without you.”

“I never want you to do anything alone ever again,” he reaches out to hold her hand, brings it to his lips and kisses her knuckles. “You’re mine forever now, I’m not going to let you feel lonely ever again.”

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Loquacious

/lo·qua·cious./ adjective: tending to talk a great deal; talkative.

Whatever the dentist had given Aaron had apparently made her usually stoic, quiet, husband the chattiest man on the planet.

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Hi friends!

Some silly, fluffy, and hopefully funny nonsense for you on this Wednesday evening. I'm gifting this to the lovely @em-prentiss because our Hotchniss brain powers somehow connected and encouraged us to both write Aaron high af at the same time haha

I really hope you like this, please let me know what you think <3

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Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of dentists/dental work

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She feels nauseous.

It swirls in her gut, forcing her to press her fingers against her lips to stop her from retching, worried she’d throw up right here in the dentist’s waiting room if she didn’t. She was almost used to the nausea itself, it had been weeks of it now. Everything seemed to trigger it, making her stomach flip and twist as she tried to breathe through it. She was always oddly proud of herself for pushing through when she could, her other palm pressed against her still flat belly as she tries to ignore the scent of antiseptic in the air that had set her off the moment they’d walked into the dentist’s office.

“Mrs Hotchner?”

She looks up from where her gaze had firmly been fixed on the ground and she frowns when she sees the small cup of water being held out to her. The knowing look on the receptionist's face only deepens her confusion as she takes the drink from her.

“You were starting to look at little green,” the receptionist says, uncurling her fist and dropping a couple of individually wrapped mints into Emily’s other hand, “I was the same way when I had my first,” she says, winking, “The mints help.”

No one other than Aaron and Emily’s OBGYN knew she was pregnant. They hadn’t been trying all that long yet, only a few months had passed since she’d stopped taking her birth control, and she’d been nothing short of overjoyed when the first pregnancy test she took came back positive. Everything else in her life had been so hard to get, so fiercely fought for, that she thought this would be the same. Another thing for her and Aaron to survive together as they tried to grow their family.

She was 10 weeks along and pregnancy was kicking her ass. She was exhausted all the time. Emotional. Nauseous. And her boobs hurt so much she felt like she could cry. She was surprised no one on the team had figured it out yet, that they hadn’t realised that over the last few weeks, she hadn’t been to any crime scenes, not when the smell of one almost made her throw up, and that she was largely just doing victimology.

She knew that they’d have to tell everyone soon, and she was excited to share it with the people she loved, but she would miss this just being something between her and Aaron. A secret they shared in the privacy they so rarely had - his hand pressed against her stomach as they talked about everything their baby would and could be.

Emily stutters on a laugh and shakes her head, “How did you…”

The receptionist smiles kindly, “When you know you now,” she says, standing up straight again, “Your husband is all done, so when you’re ready you can go back and get him.”

Emily sighs in relief and nods gratefully. He’d only had two teeth removed, a hit from an unsub distributing previous dental work to the point where they couldn’t be salvaged, but she’d been worried. She knew it was a simple procedure, that she’d seen him go through worse. She’d sat by and watched him recover from things most people couldn’t even imagine and she’d done since long before they were together. It didn’t make it any easier - and the hour she’d sat in the waiting room with nothing to keep her busy except the rolling nausea in her stomach and the sound of drills from the procedure rooms had been some of the longest of her life.

She drinks the water, only sipping half of it so she doesn’t get carried away and make herself sick, and pops one of the mints into her mouth before she heads to where the receptionist had directed her, excited to see her husband.

She hears him talking before she even enters the room, his voice muffled by the wooden door. As she enters the room, her eyes wide as she looks at her husband. The left-hand side of his face was swollen and numb. The grin he was throwing her, one she could only describe as goofy was lopsided, and his eyes were dazed.

“Hi honey,” she says, walking over and sitting next to him, relief vibrating in her chest when he squeezes her hand back, “How are you feeling?”

“Mouth hurts,” he replies, his words slurred ever so slightly, a lisp chasing every syllable as his tongue tries to figure out what the hell is going on. He turns to look at the nurse and points at Emily, “Didn’t I tell you she was pretty?”

The nurse suppresses a smile, her lips pressed together as she talks over him, clearly aware that he simply wasn’t going to stop talking just because she’d started.

“Yes, Aaron you did,” she says, turning her attention to Emily, “He’s been talking about you a lot, Dr Harris actually had to ask him to stop so he could extract the tooth.”

It was far from the first time she’d ever seen him on painkillers. They usually just made him sleepy, and more than once he’d fallen asleep with his head on her shoulder on the jet home when he’d been hurt on a case. This, she was quickly realising, was different.

Whatever the dentist had given Aaron had apparently made her usually stoic, quiet, husband the chattiest man on the planet.

She smiles softly at him and runs her fingers through his hair, “You’ve been bragging about me?”

He nods earnestly before wincing, “Always.”

She presses her lips together to stop her smile from getting any wider and she looks up at the nurse, “Is there anything I need to know?”

“Here is some gauze and some more pain meds,” she replies, handing Emily a bag, “He can use an ice pack when needed and as from tomorrow I’d recommend salt water rinses-”

“Gross,” Aaron interrupts, his face screwed up as Emily shoots him a look before she turns her attention back to the nurse.

“No food that will require a lot of chewing, and make sure he is careful when brushing.”

Emily nods, her eyes flicking to her husband when he reaches for her hand, linking his fingers through hers, “Of course.”

“What about kissing?” Aaron asks, his brow furrowing in frustration at the sound of his own voice, his tongue heavy in his mouth, “Is kissing okay?”

Emily sighs, ignoring how she could feel the nurse's amusement radiating off of her, “Honey-”

“Kissing is needed,” he says, looking earnestly at the nurse, “Have you seen how pretty she is? I need to be able to kiss her.”

The nurse, to her credit, doesn’t laugh, but she does clear her throat as she nods, her eyes sparkling as they meet Emily’s, “Kissing is fine, Aaron. Don’t worry.”

Emily squeezes his hand as she looks down at him, “Come on, let's get you out of here,” she says, desperate to get him in the car and home before he says anything else.

She thanks the nurse and then the receptionist as she walks past, her cheeks warming again as the other woman winks at her. Aaron stumbles ever so slightly when they get outside, as if the fresh air knocks him back, reminding him that he’s pumped full of painkillers and whatever sedative they gave him. She wraps her arm around his waist and smiles when his automatically loops around her shoulder, pulling her closer as if he’s the one providing the support.

“Let’s go home,” she says as they approach the car, but he stops, still able to use his strength against her even in his impaired state, and she furrows her brow when she turns to see him staring at her, “What's wrong?”

“I can’t go home, I need to go to work.”

She thinks he’s joking at first and she laughs but it fades when she realises he’s being serious. She places her hands on her hips and shakes her head at him, “Aaron, baby, you’ve just had two teeth removed. You can’t feel half your face.”

“I don’t need my face to do paperwork,” he says, his attempt at a stern expression somewhat lost when half of his face doesn’t comply. “If you take me home I’ll just drive there myself.”

She sighs because she knows he would. He’d rest for approximately two minutes before he got in the car and drove himself to work. She rolls her eyes and steps closer to him, making sure she stamps a kiss on the cheek he can feel before she pulls back.

“Fine,” she says, raising her eyebrow at him, “I just had to marry the most stubborn man on the planet,” she says, shaking her head as she unlocks the car and slides into the driver's side, grateful when he at least doesn’t argue and gets in the passenger seat. She clips her seat belt into place and checks his is secure too when he’s done it, and she catches him staring at her, “What?”

“You’re so good at looking after me,” he says, his smile still wonky and dazed, “Jack and the baby are so lucky to have you.”

She leans in and kisses the corner of his mouth, “I think you’ve said more to me in the last few minutes than you did the entire first month I knew you.”

He frowns, “That’s not true.”

She hums, “Whatever you say, honey.”

She pulls her phone out of her pocket and sends two quick texts to the BAU group chat before she locks it and puts it down as she starts the engine.

As predicted he wants to come to work. If any of you say anything about his lisp or his swollen face I will kill you.

We both know I’m talking to you, Derek.

___

He talks the entire car ride to the office.

She has to press her lips together to stop herself from laughing more than once, his constant stream of consciousness, mostly about her and how much he loved her, as entertaining as it was embarrassing.

He’d never been shy about his love for her, not in private anyway. He always told her how much he loved her, how much he appreciated her. But this was something else, unbidden and wild as it spilled out of him without thought, his words slurred slightly by his half-numb face and the pain meds that were making him loopy.

“Want to know my favourite thing about being at work?” He says as they get out of the elevator, and nods, regretting it when her stomach rolls a little, “That I get to sit at my desk and look at you.”

She shakes her head lovingly and she stops them, “Want to know my favourite thing about being at work?”

“I want to know everything about you.”

She chuckles and bites her lower lip before she leans in, making sure no one would be able to hear her if they walk past, “That occasionally, my husband will sneak away and make out with me in a supply closet.”

He attempts to waggle his brows at her but fails, “We can do that later if you want.”

She kisses his cheek before she pulls back, heading for the doors into the bullpen, “Baby, I think making out might be a little beyond you for a couple of days.”

“But the nurse said we could kiss,” he grumbles as she pushes the door open, and she can see the delight that passes over Derek and Dave’s face as they step into the office, but all it takes is her raising her eyebrow at them for them to clear their throats, tight smiles thrown their way as Derek mumbles under his breath.

“Looking good Hotch.”

“Do you need help getting up to your office?” Emily asks Aaron, ignoring Derek and the others completely, and she regrets it the moment she asks. The unfiltered love she’d quickly become used to in the last hour or so flashing across his face before he leans in and kisses her cheek, sloppy and uncoordinated as he presses his lips against her skin.

“You’re such a good wife,” he says as he pulls back, his smile wide, “You’re such a good mom,” he adds, and she knows what was going to happen a split second before it does, his hand reaching out for her stomach as he carries on talking before she can stop him, “I can’t wait to have this baby with you.”

She sighs and closes her eyes, the moment of silence that follows what he’s said all too brief for her liking before she hears a gasp from JJ.

“You’re pregnant?”

Emily turns and looks at the team, and she nods, clearing her throat as she reaches down and squeezes Aaron’s hand before she removes it from her belly, “Yes. I am.”

JJ pulls her into a hug, and Emily watches as Derek smiles and pulls his phone out of his pocket, sending a text that she’d bet her trust fund on going to Penelope.

“Congratulations,” JJ says, squeezing her tightly, “I’m so happy for you.”

Emily hugs her back, wrapping her arm around her briefly before she pulls back, “Thank you,” she says, throwing her husband a look, “We weren’t planning on telling anybody yet. But we’re excited.”

Dave muscles his way in for a hug, before he pats Aaron on the shoulder, “I’m happy for you both. I assume I get to be god-father.”

“It makes more sense for someone younger than them to be godfather,” Spencer says, smiling when Dave narrows his eyes at him, and Emily turns to Aaron, shaking her head as he watches everyone else. She slaps his shoulder gently, her eyebrow raised as their eyes meet.

“Now you’re quiet?” She asks, opening her mouth to gently berate him, any attempt to be mad at him pointless when he was looking at her like she hung the moon and the stars herself, but she’s cut off by a delighted squeal as Penelope walks into the bullpen.

“Peaches, you’re pregnant?”

Emily groans and pinches the bridge of her nose, “I should have just taken him home.”

___

Aaron grumbles as Emily lifts his head up just long enough to slip in underneath, taking her place back on the couch, before lowering him back down onto the cushion on her lap before she holds an icepack against his cheek. “There’s something wrong with this,” he complains and she smiles, running her fingers through his hair with her free hand.

“What do you mean?”

He stretches his jaw and then groans in pain, “My pregnant wife looking after me,” he complains, his lisp almost entirely gone, “I should be waiting on you hand and foot. Bringing you water and ginger ale and rubbing your feet.”

She chuckles and gently runs her knuckles up and down his good cheek, “You can do that tomorrow when you feel better,” she replies, her smile turning into a smirk, “Plus I think you owe me as many foot rubs as I want after telling everyone about the baby.”

He grimaces and reaches up for her hand, linking their fingers together as he drags her hand to his lips and kisses them, “I am so sorry, sweetheart.”

“It’s okay, honey,” she replies, “It’s not how I thought they’d find out. But I’m glad they know,” she says, her smile so wide her cheeks ache, “It makes it feel more real, you know?”

“I know,” he says, and he turns his head and presses a kiss against her belly before he looks back up at her, “I really love you, Em,” he says, the same dopy smile he’d had all day spreading across his face, “More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

Emotion she doesn’t understand, something she blames entirely on the baby, builds in her chest and she blows out a slow breath, “I love you too. More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

He smiles widely at her, but it slowly fades as if something is dawning on him and he groans, “You’re never going to let me live today down are you?”

She laughs loudly and shakes her head, pushing his hair away from his forehead, “Oh, absolutely not.”

-x-

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glitteringsunshine · 2 months

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Pairing : Aaron Hotchner x reader wife

“ Honey I am home” I say entering home. I was welcomed with the smell of delicious dinner. Sorry I missed lunch with your parents wifey. Had to work the case. I promise to make up for it with your parents.”

“ No need they understand.” “ But you can definitely make up to me, tonight in bed.” She whispers.

“ Where are the kids?” I ask.

“ Christmas shopping with my parents. Jack wanted to buy some of those special Christmas cookies and muffins, and our darling daughter has a very particular preferences in what clothes she wants to buy for Christmas. “

“ Well she definitely inherits that from her Mum” I chuckle. “ Ohh you gotta admit you love shopping as much as her. Maybe perhaps a tad bit more.”

“ I know , but this one over here is making me really tired .” she says rubbing her belly.

“ Daddy loves you kiddo” I whisper against her stomach.

“ Well Daddy has some work to do. Pregnancy hormones are really making Mum horny” she blushes.

“ Good thing we have the house all by ourselves for sometime then” I chuckle before leading her on the couch. I make her sit on the couch. Then I kneel down in front of her pushing her skirt up and taking off her panties. I rub her clit before fingering. I pumped hard making her cum before going down on her. She came on my tongue.

She pulls me up to kiss me before she be pushed me on to the couch. She unzipped my pants taking my hard cock in her hands stroking it. Then she bent her head down kissing and licking my manhood as I held her head steady , making sure her jaw doesn’t hurt.

“ Babe” I whisper. “ I want to be inside you “ .

She nods looking into my eyes. “ Please “ she whispers reflecting my desire. I sit down on the couch , making her straddle me. I took off her top and bra sucking and kneading on her tender and highly sensitive breast as she rubbed herself against me. Then I lined my cock against her entrance before entering her. We moved together before she came on my cock and I kissed her deeply claiming all her moans. As she came again ,I came inside her shooting my load inside her pussy.

“ Y/N “ I said panting. “ That was incredible.”

“ Yes. “ she pants.

“ I love you my darling wife” I say gently kissing her forehead and patting her head.

“ I love you too Aaron” she whispers as I pull her closer cuddling her before brushing my lips against hers.

I heard Y/N’s parents’s car pulling up in the driveway. Then the doorbell rang.

We jumped to adjust our clothes as our kids came in with their grandparents excitedly showing us what they have shopped.

“ Phew that was close “ I whispered in Y/N’s ears.

“ I know. Imagine my parents and our kids catching me topless and you with your pants down” she chuckled.

“ Ready to pick up where we left off, tonight darling” I whispered. “ We have the master bedroom all to ourselves”

“ You bet Mr.”

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jqmalikhsgib · 6 months

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stars

four

aaron sighs when his phone had started to ring. it’s been case after case the last few weeks and he’d like to spend a little time with his family. with yn on the process of releasing her album soon, he knew she’d be busy herself. she wanted to tour but had been contemplating on doing so considering she’s ready to plan their wedding and start trying for another kid.

aaron continues to assure her they still had time for that! but she didn’t want to waste another moment and wanted to begin the rest of their lives together as husband and wife. plus jack has been asking for a little brother or sister for the longest! she was ready to give him that and more.

aaron had been thinking of slowing down himself. he wanted to be present during it all this time around. he wasn’t there much for haley during their marriage or her pregnancy with jack. he promised himself if he had ever gotten another chance at having a family he’d be there one hundred percent!

“hotchner?” aaron answered the phone. he was prepared for the worst.

“sir, we have a case. it’s local.”

he sighs in relief when she finished. glad he wouldn’t have to leave his family.

“im on my way, penelope.” aaron carefully gets out of bed. he didn’t want to wake yn.” unfortunately he forgets she’s a light sleeper.

“what’s going on?”

“im sorry, darling. got to head to the office!”

“where are you going?”

“it’s local. i should be home for dinner! you can take jack to school, yeah?”

“of course. please be safe, alright. come back home to us!”

aaron gives her a loving smile. he bends down and kisses her passionately. “be back before you know it. give little man my love?”

yn hums before slowly falling back to sleep as aaron quietly gets ready to head to work.

cases involving children were always hard. aaron could never understand how someone would want to harm a child. it broke his heart each and every time they find a little boy or girl, brutally murdered.

he couldn’t imagine what he’d do if it were jack or any other future kids he’d have.

currently they had less than forty eight hours to find an abducted little girl by the name of suzie. recently a spree of missing boys and girls have been abducted out of their rooms in the middle of the night, only turning up a few miles away from their house. aaron was determined to get this little girl home safely.

spencer had just pointed out from the way that their bodies had been placed and cared for it had to be a woman! she was most likely in her mid thirties early forties and lost a child herself. penelope was working on a list of women that fit the description. aaron knew they needed a little bit more information.

“i think i found something!” aaron walks over to spencer. he had been concentrating on the board, trying to find some answers to who could be hurting these kids.

spencer had pinpoint that the unsub most likely lived near the school the children had attended. she was probably stalking the victims from her home. aaron passed the information to penelope which helped her a lot. only finding three people who lived near the kids schools and one woman who lost her child four months ago. right before the abductions had started.

sending in the address they head to the woman’s house, arrested her, and got suzie home safely. aaron felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

he told everyone to head home, letting them know they’d finish up the paperwork tomorrow morning. he was ready to head home himself.

“how was the case?” yn asked.

“it was a hard one. involved a kid.” aaron sighs.

yn frowns. she runs his shoulders gently.

“did you find the unsub?”

“we did! saved a little girl too.” aaron states.

“that’s great.” yn smiles at him nervously. aaron grabs her by the waist and kisses the top of her head.

“what’s got you so nervous?”

she sighs as she wraps her arms around him and buried her head into his chest, mumbling something he couldn’t understand.

aaron chuckles.

“baby, i can’t hear you.” aaron states.

yn lifts her head and looks him in the eyes. “i think we should get married soon.” she states.

aaron caresses her cheeks.

“babe, we will. we’re just gonna wait for the album and everything, yeah?”

yn sighs as she walks away. aaron frowns. he didn’t understand why she had been in a rush the last month to get married. sure, they have talked nonstop since he proposed, but something was different this time.

“yn, what’s going on? talk to me, darling.”

“nothing.”

aaron wraps his arms around her waist once more. yn puts her hand onto his arms and caresses them.

“don’t say nothing. something is bothering you. come on, tell me!” aaron begs.

“im pregnant, aar.” she sighs as she turns around and finally looks at him again.

aaron had this huge smile on his face. he puts his hands onto her stomach before kissing her passionately.

“you sure?” he asked.

she nods. “went to the doctor to confirm. im three weeks along.”

“this is great!”

“i just—i wanna get married before i get all big and bulky.”

“you’ll look amazing, baby. what about tour?”

yn shrugs. “don’t wanna go. im sure the fans will be fine without having one. i told you, it’s you, me, jack, and whatever other kids we have. im still gonna release fenty beauty and promote it. i can do that at home, though!”

aaron hums.

“when do you wanna get married?”

“ill marry you tomorrow if i could.”

aaron shrugs. “let’s do it! we can have a wedding at daves, im sure he wouldn’t mind. as it’ll just be the team, jack, and your parents, yeah? let’s see what everyone is doing this weekend? we can get married then!”

yn smiles. “really?”

“like you said, id marry you tomorrow!”

yn squeals. “we’re doing this?”

aaron nods his head. “we’re doing this!”

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greg-montgomery · 1 year

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What would Aaron be like when reader is pregnant and shes at the stage where all she wants is sex. Like imagine them at work in the BAU and the is waiting in his office for him to come back from a meeting. The minute he walks in, he’s all 🧐 as to why you’re in his office and not working until he realises what you’re there for. I imagine him laughing to himself before being like “again? Wasn’t this morning enough?”

Or imagine them on a case. It’s the middle of the day and reader is so antsy because shes just so horny from all these pregnancy hormones and shes trying to convince Aaron for a quickie in the police station bathroom or storage cupboard. He agrees of course because he could never say no to you and the team are all like “where are the Hotchners?🤨”

“where are the hotchners? 🤨” made me laugh so much LMFAOOO

the team is literally ready to deliver the profile and the two of you are nowhere to be found 🫣 so everyone’s like “has anyone seen the hotchners” and they kind of realize what’s most likely going on and they’re like 😳

you both show up a bit later and you’re looking disheveled lmfaooo all wrinkled clothes and messy hair and they’re all like Hmmm 🧐 and you just have to act naive 😭

aaron indulges you every single time bc 1. he can’t say no to you and 2. he wants you so so bad <3 even if he’s Exhausted. he knows the look by now. when you show up in his office and stare at him like you wanna devour him 🤭

he takes you the morning before you go to work, he takes you during your lunch break, he takes you every night before you go to sleep 🥰 but it’s just neeeever enough <3 sometimes he just has to sit you down and rub your clit and make you cum a couple of times while he’s doing paperwork.

he doesn’t complain tho it makes him feel nice how much you desire him 🤭🦋

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codename-mom · 5 months

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Good news

Summary: Kate has learnt that she is pregnant with Chris' child and she now has to tell her superior. But she has no idea how he would react to the news.

Characters: Kate Callahan, Aaron Hotchner, JJ and Derek Morgan

Contents: TW well, pregnancy and that's all, I guess

This is a text written for the KidFic CM challenge organized by @imagining-in-the-margins.

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

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Kate had learned the day before that she was pregnant with Chris' child. After years of fruitless efforts, their unions were finally successful. It didn't necessarily come at the best of times, since she'd just joined the BAU, but she couldn't help rejoicing at the news. Except that this was accompanied by an obligatory step that she was somewhat dreading: she had to tell her superior. And if there was one thing she was unable to determine at this hour, it was how he would react to her statement. She would have liked to ask JJ, but that would have tipped her off and she preferred to do things in order: first her boss, then the rest of the team.

She stood in front of his office door – still open – and knocked timidly, sticking her head through the crack. As usual, the giant was immersed in reading a file as if he'd been there for hours – which was probably the case.

“Hello, Hotch.”

“Hello, Kate,” he answered, rising his head.

“May I bother you for a moment?”

“Of course,” he said, shuting the pouch and inviting her to come closer.

She took a deep breath and entered the room before moving towards the desk under the inquisitive eye of the tenant. She did her best to hide her concern, but it was hard to escape the sharp gaze of an experienced profiler.

“I don't like that expression, he said, frowning. What’s going on?”

She took advantage of the time she spent sitting in the chair to breathe deeply and calm her panicked heartbeat. She kept telling herself that he wasn't going to eat her alive.

“I… I've got something to tell you,” she stammered, still in awe of the titan in the suit.

“Good news, I hope?”

“Well, it depends on your reaction.”

He took in the reflection with an even more perplexed air.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m pregnant.”

She had decided to get straight to the point so as not to get lost in a long, pointless speech and prolong this stressful moment. The bomb had now been dropped, and Hotch's attitude reassured her on the spot. His scowl immediately gave way to a discreet but sincere smile.

“Is it true?” he asked, his face completely relaxed.

“Yes,” she confirmed, feeling all her muscular tension disappear.

She was relieved to see him take it so well.

“Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” she said, her cheeks reddening.

But his eyebrows furrowed again:

“Why should I have taken it the wrong way?”

“Because at some point I'm going to have to leave. Even momentarily, she argued, aware that her remark might have been hurtful. And that means you'll have to find a replacement for me, which means more work for you.”

“If that's all, I'm used to it, he retorted in a harmless tone. No, really, congratulations again to you and Chris.”

“I have to admit that it's come at us out of the blue, but it's great news.”

They had more or less made up their minds about the possibility of one day becoming parents, and now the miracle had happened. Discreetly, without making a fuss, the planets had aligned, and the process was now underway. She now prayed that no incident would tarnish their happiness.

“Does Meg know?” continued Hotch, apparently curious.

Kate's smile suddenly tightened.

“Uh… yes.”

“I have a feeling she didn't appreciate it.”

She sighed, unmasked. She hadn't set out to discuss the only shadow in the picture, but figured this was ultimately the perfect opportunity to open on the subject. As her opposite is a family man himself, he might be able to advise her on the right course of action.

“Not really, no. She knows she's not our biological child; we've never hidden that from her. She is “only” my niece. The arrival of this baby is…”

“She fears being replaced.”

It wasn't even a question, as the answer was so obvious.

“Yes, she asserted all the same. But this is absurd! I've always looked after her as if she were my own daughter. Yes, I didn't carry her in my belly or give birth to her, but I'd take a bullet for her without the slightest hesitation.”

She meant it. Ever since she'd adopted her, Meg had been everything to her. She loved her deeply and would show her fangs as soon as someone dared to hurt her, as if she were completely of her blood. But the teenager didn't see it that way, and Kate was worried about this epidermal rejection.

“It's true that we'll probably spend more time with the baby, but not because we'll love her any less. It's just that they won't be self-sufficient while she's thirteen, she said, unraveling her thoughts aloud. That doesn't mean we're going to kick her out.”

“Did you tell her all this?”

“She didn't give me the opportunity to do so. She braced herself right away and refuses to listen to me.”

She had just had time to make the announcement before the girl had leapt from her chair and gone to lock herself in her bedroom. She had then rebuffed all her attempts to approach her until she no longer responded at all to her calls through the door. This morning, she'd burst into the kitchen with her face closed and dodged their embrace to prepare breakfast in her own corner. She had glared at them when they tried to resume the dialogue, stopping them dead in their tracks. It was Chris who had taken charge of driving her to school, and he'd been no luckier on the journey. Contact had obviously broken down between them.

“How long has she known?”

“Since yesterday.”

“Give her time to digest, Hotch calmly recommended. Even so, she's just learned that she's going to have to share all the attention she's received so far from you two, with a miniature human being.”

Kate completely knew why her niece reacted the way she did, but she found it hard to accept. Without knowing why, she had imagined that she would join them in rejoicing at this expansion of the family. Instead, she clammed up in silence, rejecting all their proposals for concerted action. A behavior that both saddened and hurt her. Meg was as important to her as her unborn child and losing her was inconceivable.

“Perhaps you could advise me on what I could do or say to her?”

“Oh, I'm afraid I'm in no position for that exercise,” objected the director immediately.

“Why?”

She knew he wasn't an only child and had hoped that his experience as the eldest sibling could guide her in finding the right words. It was intriguing that he should certify that he couldn't support her.

“Due to a chaotic family context, I took the arrival of my little brother very badly, he began justifying himself; and it's extremely unlikely that Jack will ever have a little brother or sister.”

“Oh. Yes, indeed, she understood better. We'll have to think about it some more then.”

“Sorry,” he apologized frankly.

Kate swayed her head to let him know it didn't matter. At least, she tried.

“Uh… can I ask you a favor?” she continued, a little hesitantly.

“Go on.”

“Would you mind not telling the others for the time being? I would like to tell them myself.”

It was news so dear to her heart that she wanted to share it with her colleagues as soon as possible, without any intermediaries. After her protégée's negative reaction, she needed positive feedback from other people who mattered to her to counterbalance it.

“No problem, agreed Hotch without struggling. A word of advice: tell Garcia last, or she'll tell the whole floor for you.”

“Noted,” she said with a smile.

And, as expected, she had alerted the rest of the team shortly afterwards as they crowded into the meeting room to discuss a new case. The agents congratulated her warmly and hugged her, joy lighting up their faces. She had felt a surge of energy rise within her, galvanized by these embraces and comforting words. So, she looked radiant as she sat in the back of the SUV on its way to the airport. Morgan took the wheel and JJ sat next to him.

“By the way, how come Hotch let me go with you?” she suddenly realized.

“What did you expect? Being tied to a chair?” joked Derek, looking at her through the center mirror.

“No, but he could prohibit me from going out into the field and confine me to administrative tasks.”

It was what she'd expected from him, anyway.

“He's already tried it and I think he's caught that you can't fight a pregnant woman. Especially when armed,” added the ex-policeman, hilariously.

“He tried with who?”

“Me, JJ logically denounced herself. I was on the team when I got pregnant with Henry and, as you said, initially he wanted me to stay at Quantico. But I managed to make him understand that I wasn't disabled, but pregnant, and that I'd be able to judge for myself what limits I shouldn't cross.”

The wiry blonde had quite a temper, so she immediately imagined the tug-of-war that must have taken place between the two that day.

“And he agreed?”

“He was a little grumpy for a few hours…”

“A few days,” corrected the driver.

“… but he agreed.”

That was nice to hear. She herself had no desire to sit behind a desk while her counterparts went out into the field.

“Well, I also think I was helped by the fact that I was a liaison officer at the time, so not necessarily on the front line. But he has been relatively cool.”

“By Hotchian standards,” said Morgan, mockingly.

Which wasn't automatically good news. The agency head may have been very forthcoming about some things, but he was uncompromising about others, and negotiation was impossible. He stuck to his guns and turned a deaf ear to everything he was told, no matter how strong the arguments.

“That's reassuring,” she commented, disconcerted.

“But be careful, JJ challenged her, because in terms of protective instinct, he's going to the next level with you.”

Kate widened her eyelids in surprise.

“Because there is a next level?”

“Oh, yes!” trumpeted the pair, in chorus.

She soon realized that, behind his cantankerous exterior, Hotch hid a man who was particularly attentive to the well-being of his troops. He watched over them like a lioness protects her cubs, regularly checking on their health and spirits. She'd been very unsettled at first, but then, when she saw that her peers weren't paying any more attention than that, she realized that he was used to it. And even though he and Derek often went to each other’s throat, in truth he made no distinction of age or gender. All profilers were within his reach and deserved the same attention. She had, however, noticed a slight bias towards Spencer and Penelope, whom he brooded over even more than the others.

“How does it work?" she wanted to know, intrigued.

“If you don't want paramedic to arrive, avoid sneezing when he's around.”

Kate opened her mouth to retort to JJ's statement, unable to decide whether she was exaggerating or not, but found nothing to object to and burst out laughing in unison with her teammates.

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And this is my last entry for the KidFic CM challenge. /o/

Actually, I have written another text, a pretty long one, but I'm not fond of the result and don't have time for translation right now. So, it's all set.

I don't write much thing about Kate era to be honest, so I hope I had the character well.

Enjoy!

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hotch #agent hotchner #criminal minds fanfic #code name mom #derek morgan #morgan #agent morgan #jj #jennifer jareau #agent jareau #kate callahan

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7-Future

Summary: The twins are hungry so it's time for Emily to take her children in her arms. For the first time. Many feelings invade her chest and dealing with them is complicated.

Characters: Aaron Hotchner x Emily Prentiss (and Jack)

Contents: TW breastfeeding, details on pregnancy and birth, guilt, but it all ends well with major fluffiness

This text is a part of a "What if?" self-challenge named: Seven days only. The pitch is: "What if Aaron discovered all by himself that Emily was sent to France when she was under witness protection and decided to tell her the truth about his feelings for her?" I limited myself to seven texts for this AU in a nutshell. Hope you'll like it. :)

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

PPS: This is the last chapter

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The whole group had finally been kicked out. Some had tried to negotiate, but the parents had been intractable. And with good reason; while the discussions were in full swing, the twins had woken up and started to stir and grumble under their blanket. Aaron had approached them, slipped a hand into the incubator to perform a test, and the results had been conclusive. The babies were starving. When Emily had realized this, she had suddenly felt a pressure building in her chest, erecting her nipples under her fabric blouse. The pain that followed told her that it was an emergency. Her breasts were bursting with milk, just waiting to be drunk by the two miniature humans she'd just given birth to.

An extraordinary fact which she still found hard to believe, even though her body gave every indication of it. She was flushed, covered in a layer of dried perspiration, cramped, and felt as if she had a crater where her crotch used to be. She had narrowly escaped an episiotomy, "saved" by the smallness of her tenants; but they had nevertheless left their mark and, with the epidural no longer working, her nerves were gradually bringing back information from the battlefield. She couldn't imagine what it looked like down there now and was in no hurry to find out.

Especially as she had other priorities wailing louder and louder beside her. Too far from the incubator to catch her children, she had to rely on her companion.

“I'll give you Louise on first,” he said, dipping his arms into the transparent cube.

“Careful,” she couldn’t help but utter.

Her partner was huge, and the newborns were so tiny that fear instilled in her as soon as she saw the little pink beanie in the palm of his hand. He could almost have held his daughter with one hand, she observed, troubled by her own thoughts. His daughter. Aaron held his daughter. His daughter, whom he had conceived with her eight months earlier. The concept itself seemed incongruous, yet all the elements were right there in front of her. For a week, they'd loved each other, copulating until they couldn't get enough, and somewhere in the middle of her seven days of lovemaking, she'd ovulated. His lover's sperm had found its way to this microscopic egg and one of them had picked the lock, crossing its DNA with that of his hostess. Then, cell division after cell division, a body was formed, metamorphosed, and enlarged until there was no longer enough room in the womb that housed it.

She had felt pain like never before in her life, had the terrible sensation that her sex was tearing in two and that all her entrails were about to spill out onto the floor. The contractions had sheared through her abdomen for hours, forcing her to cling to anything that came near with as much force as possible. Her lover had paid the price more than twice, but he hadn't said a word. And so, from suffering to suffering, came the moment to push. With all the energy she had left. Following the midwife's instructions, she had done everything in her power to expel the fruit of her passion for the man who was delicately placing this frail creature on her belly. And she succeeded. But her brain was still not analyzing the situation correctly, as if it couldn't grasp the fact that this quivering mass of flesh was none other than what had been moving under her skin this very morning.

And yet, when her pupils landed on this animal wiggling its fingers and toes, its toothless mouth wide open exhaling a plaintive moan, a bolt of lightning shot through her ribcage. A host of data suddenly flooded her brain: the weight on her forearms and the hollow of her elbow, the smell of that brand-new, crumpled skin, that heart beating rapidly against her ribs. Louise was there. Her daughter was there, in the flesh, and she needed her help. Spurred on by her cries of distress, she untied the knot at the back of her neck, tugged on the collar of her blouse and thus created a channel to position the infant on her chest, to feed on her body heat before enjoying a real meal.

“It's okay, I've got her, she asserted, securing her grip as best she could around those restlessly fidgeting feet. Give me Samuel now.”

A new shiver ran down her spine. Giving this order had made her realize that she could do it. She could touch her son for real, unhindered by several layers of dermis. She could carry him, hold his hand, stroke his cheek, ruffle his hair, and kiss him on the navel. Like Louise, he was physically there. And like his sister, he needed her support. Aaron handed her the boy so that she could easily wedge him next to the other baby.

“Here. It’s okay?”

She was about to answer in the affirmative when a clamp closed over her left teat.

“Ouch!”

Lowering her head, she saw her daughter's lips cupped around her nipple. The little girl had found her way into the pantry all by herself and, given the power she put into extracting her food, Emily deduced that she was really hungry.

“Yes, watch out, it's got strength,” underlined Aaron, amused by his partner's surprised expression.

He was one step ahead of her in this respect, as it wasn't the first time he'd witnessed these first stages of human life.

“Oh! Wow!” exclaimed the new mother as she felt a warm liquid gush from her breast.

She was breast-feeding her daughter, she thought, stunned. It was a very special sensation, curiously unpleasant and pleasant at the same time. Because Louise pulled on her end without any delicacy, imitated by her brother in the process; and because the resulting relief was pure bliss.

“Feels good," she declared relieved.

“You were about to explode, weren't you?” joked her neighbor, sharing her delight.

“Totally! Drink it, my angels. Take everything.”

The twins gurgled at regular intervals as they drank greedily from her teats. An image that must have looked strange from the outside, but which seemed surprisingly natural to her. Her breasts were not only there to satisfy her lover's sexual needs, but also to fulfill their primary function: feeding her children. Children who, completely relaxed, weighed on her arms.

“Uh… Can you pass me a cushion, please? To put underneath. And a blanket? So they don’t catch cold.”

The father turned around and explored the bedroom wardrobe. He took out a bolster to place under the infants' backs and a blanket to wrap the trio in.

“Thank you.”

She wanted to take advantage of the fact that he was right next to him to place a kiss on his mouth, but she missed the boat and had to make do with the waft of his perfume and his shining gaze on her. He was moved by this scene, even though he had already experienced it. Probably because he didn't think he'd ever experience it again, or because he hadn't imagined he'd ever feel such bliss again after the tragedy he'd been through. And Emily was happy to be the one through whom he could start a new life and heal from his wounds, moral and physical. She regretted not being able to free one of her arms to intertwine her fingers with his.

At the same time, the pressure on her left breast disappeared. She lowered her nose and saw that Louise had detached herself from her, her little mouth shut. With her eyes closed, she looked as if she'd fallen asleep. A whitish trickle was still dripping from her nipple.

“No, don’t stop, princess. There’s more.”

As if to confirm it, the pain returned to pulsate beneath her taut skin.

“You know, their stomachs are tiny, Aaron pointed out, leaning toward her. They don't eat much at once, but they'll be hungry again in a few hours.”

She felt like replying that she wouldn't last a few hours with this sensation of impending mammary implosion, but resigned herself to the realization that she was no longer in control. From now on, the twins would dictate her schedule. At least, until they were a little less dependent on the milk she produced.

“I can't wait for them to drink more.”

Her partner smiled, then held out his hands towards his daughter.

“I'm going to burp her, don't move.”

Very briefly, Emily felt the irrepressible urge to take her back from him to keep her with her, then the conscious part of her brain soothed her sharp maternal instinct by reminding her that her baby was safe with her father.

“You're going to get your suit all dirty,” she noted as he shouldered the newborn.

“It won't be of any use anyway,” countered her companion, starting to hop on the spot.

“Don't say that, she retorted with a twinge of regret. We… There must be a solution.”

“Yes, you have to pat her on the back,” he said with a smile, his fingers gently tapping along the infant's spine.

“Aaron…”

Usually, these deliberate detour of the conversation to a lighter subject calmed her, but not this time. Over the past few months, despite all the upheaval their relationship and the arrival of the twins had caused in his life, he had been far more serene than she about their future; as if the love he bore her – or they bore each other – had quelled his anxious nature. He'd shared some of his concerns with her all the same, but of the two of them, it was she who had been more confronted with the anguish of tomorrow. She'd put it down to hormones, except that he was clearly once again the most peaceful of their duo, even though he'd just lost his job.

A position for which he had sacrificed everything: his time, his energy, his marriage and even part of his physical integrity; and yet, he didn't seem to give a damn. She knew he wasn't penniless, since he'd never really spent his wages other than to put a large percentage of them into an account for Jack's studies, with the rest used for everyday purchases, bills, taxes, and all activities with his son. He had used nothing for himself, but everything for others. But, in her opinion, that didn't justify such indifference. She'd just given birth to two children, and there was a third, bigger one at home. Her income alone wouldn't be enough, especially if they wished to remain in the neighborhood where they resided at this hour.

“I'd take a job as a criminal lawyer, I've got all the right skills,” he announced, regaining his seriousness.

“It's been years since you last appeared in court,” she reminded him, lucidly.

She could see his reasoning behind this decision, but her companion had left the corridors of the courts almost fourteen years ago. The knowledge he'd acquired during his student years was Methuselah old, and investing in a return to college was suicidal, financially speaking.

“Yes, but I've always kept abreast of changes in the country's laws. I'll probably just have to take an exam to check the basics and that'll be that, he revealed before Louise let out a strange hiccup. Here it is, sweetie. Well done!”

A white stain dripped down his jacket, but he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Give it back to me,” ordered Emily, who wanted to feel her weight on her breast again.

“No, she has to go back to the incubator, refused her lover as he opened the glass block door. Even against you, she won't be warm enough.”

She felt both offended and terribly sad. Her eyes began to sting, and her throat tightened. She was about to cry again, but not from joy. An awful feeling of incompetence and uselessness washed over her as her daughter returned to that heated glass cage. It was in her belly that she should have found the warmth and protection she needed to develop properly. Not in this arid and sterile fish tank. A stab pierced her chest as she saw the baby's tiny fingers fluttering in the air, crying out for help, clamoring for that much-needed human touch. She didn't collapse, however, as Samuel imitated his sister, sated.

“No, go on a little longer, angel, she begged him, knowing what awaited her. You were off to a good start.”

“And who's going to go into Daddy's arms?” said Aaron, pulling him away from his mother.

Emily found it harder than ever not to leap off the mattress to reclaim her property. And the smile he gave her didn't change a thing. She wanted to hold the flesh of her flesh close. She wanted to touch them, smell them, listen to them. She wanted to caress their dark hair, breathe in their singular scent, and hear their hearts drumming against her skin. She had imagined having them in her arms so much that being deprived of them crushed her guts.

Her son burped louder than his sister, but no less messy, and joined Louise in the incubator.

“Leave them to me a little longer, please,” she tried to negotiate, a vice compressing her thorax.

“Emily…”

“Five minutes?”

Aaron shook his head as he locked the machine door.

“Emily, I understand why you want to hold them. I'd like to keep them longer too, but they'll catch cold if we do.”

Unable to bear the pain she was feeling at the moment any longer, she burst into tears and sobbed. Nevertheless, she barely repressed the scream rumbling in her belly. She had never wanted anything so much, and the rejection of her request was viscerally intolerable. Her lover, who couldn't bear to see her suffer – even when they weren't yet together – came to sit beside her and embrace her. He took her head in his hands, placed a kiss on her forehead, and drew her into his embrace.

“Emily, it's all right, he assured, controlling the tremors in his voice as best he could. It's a matter of a few days, maybe a week or two.”

“I want my babies,” she gurgled, sniffling.

“I know. And you will have them, soon.”

This "soon" seemed too heavy a sentence for her to bear. She was in pain. Her whole being was crying out for something she couldn't possibly have, and knowing she had to wait to finally get what she felt she was owed was torture. All because she hadn't managed to keep them out of harm's way a little longer. Because she'd been stubborn enough to come to Quantico when everyone else was telling her to stay home. Because she couldn't wait until she was in their home to curl up in the warmth of the man she loved. If she hadn't been so impatient, no one would have seen them, Strauss wouldn't have known anything, Aaron wouldn't have been fired, and she wouldn't have panicked to the point her water broke. It was all her fault. Her children suffered because of her. An observation that further amplified her pain. Tears were now streaming down her red cheeks, and she was shaking like a leaf.

“Emily, what you've done is extraordinary, her companion remarked, speaking softly to her. Eight months for a twin pregnancy is exceptional. And look at them: they're small, but they breathe on their own, they eat on their own, and very soon we'll be able to check whether they can digest on their own too. They are perfect.”

She looked in the direction of the two sleeping hats and two pearls rolled down to her chin. A shiver ran through her body.

“But they are cold.”

“All babies are cold, even when they've been in the womb for nine months. Jack was cold too, he confessed, rocking her tenderly. Homeothermy will come a lot later.”

She clung to her partner's shirt as if it were the only thing that could keep her from sinking. Perhaps his words were having an effect – unless it was the sound of his voice, the warm aura emanating from his boiling chest or the kisses he carefully applied to the top of her skull; or all of the above – but her guilt became less pervasive. She breathed more easily and the cold that had taken hold of her dissipated.

“…They're so small,” she pointed out, noting how much room her wonders had around them.

“To be honest, they’re not that much. My cousins were born at six months and were half the size of Louise and Samuel,” he recounted with a small smile.

“Your cousins?”

During her pregnancy, she had become acquainted with Aaron's huge family – well, those who had been available that weekend – and she had to admit that between his very many cousins, attachments, and their children, she hadn't managed to remember half of them. However, she was convinced that if she had crossed paths with twins, she would have remembered.

“Do you remember Eli?”

She instantly searched her memory. The name wasn't unfamiliar to her, but it didn't date back to this official meeting. No, it was older. His brain suddenly brought up the corresponding card.

“… Halloween, that’s it?”

In the months following his divorce, the team had been sent to Idaho around October thirty-first, in search of a guy who preyed on trick-or-treaters. In order to blend in with the crowd of parents, the director had the idea of enlisting the support of his nearby relatives to "lend" them their offspring. One of the volunteers was named Eli.

“Yes, agreed Aaron. Well, he has a twin brother, named Joshua. And next to our shrimps, they were tiny. And they did make it.”

Emily observed the heating box and the treasures it contained, then looked ahead to analyze everything he'd just told her. Then she realized she was feeling much better. In the end, the picture wasn't as bleak as it seemed. She looked up at her partner and, crossing her brown irises, said:

“… Thank you.”

He smiled and leaned toward her. They exchanged a long kiss that soothed her. Then he stood up and laid his soiled jacket on the back of the only chair in the room.

“Did you warn Jack?”

“I called Jessica. As soon as he gets out of school, she brings him here.”

“He's going to be crazy,” she laughed, imagining the toddler's ecstatic face.

“He's been asking all this time when they're coming...”

Since someone – they suspected Ada – had told him that twins were often born prematurely, Jack had been watching her belly like a hawk for weeks and questioning her about her sensations, delighting in every contraction. He had already planned a whole program of activities for them to do as soon as they could walk and had assured the two adults that he would be there to lend a hand, even in the middle of the night. Which his father doubted very much, given the heaviness of his sleep. Whatever the case, it was obvious that the kid was eager to see his brother and sister. It remained to be seen whether he would still be so happy to hear their cries in the days, weeks and months to come.

“Ah, I think I recognize that hurried footstep,” Aaron said, perking up his ear.

Emily did the same and heard a galloping noise in the corridor, which was rapidly approaching the bedroom. The footsteps stopped a little further on, a female voice spoke up and it turned back. The door handle swung open, and Jack appeared, almost hanging from the latch. Completely disheveled by his run, he leapt into the room, exclaiming:

“Where there are?”

“This way,” replied his progenitor, indicating the sleeping duo.

The little boy pushed the door shut behind him and ran towards his hero – the mother of the little ones saw the chestnut locks bouncing at the foot of her bed. Her companion knelt down to intercept the approaching bulldozer.

“Easy, Jack. Listen to me. Remember what I always tell you about aquariums?”

“Don't hit the windows, it hurts the fish,” recited the boy, catching his breath.

The first time she'd followed them to one of these places, she'd been given a physics lesson on the propagation of sound waves in an underwater environment by the pair. Her lover's version had undoubtedly been the most precise and accurate, but his offspring's very graphic one had been her preference. Especially since she'd imagined a jellyfish wearing noise-cancelling headphones.

“Well, it's the same here, continued Aaron, unaware of his neighbor's amused smile. You're allowed to put your hands on the incubator windows, but you mustn't bang on them. You might scare them. Okay?”

Jack nodded briskly, then his father kissed him on the temple before taking him in his arms. He carried his eldest child to his youngest. Very delicately, his big eyes fixed on the bodies buried under the blanket, he pressed his palms against the walls. Mute with admiration, he scrutinized the minutest details of these beings he had invented in his head surely as much as she had, engraving this unique moment in his memory. The silence held for a long minute before he whispered to his wearer:

“They are so beautiful!”

Although not speaking to her, Emily was touched by his words and felt the tears return to assault her eyelids.

“Do you think so?” her partner asked, meeting her gaze.

“Yes. They're so cute,” Jack insisted, still fascinated, but in his usual tone.

“So you’re happy to see them?”

“Yeah! What’s their name?”

Destabilized at the start of their cohabitation by these sudden reversals of subject, her lover assured her that this was normal. That the children were pouring out the stream of questions on their minds without any concern for coherence in the conversation.

“Your sister, with the pink hat, is Louise Penelope. And your brother is Samuel Derek.”

The toddler rested his fingers on the glass and leaned in to be as close as possible, as if he'd sought to confide a secret to them – as he did when she was pregnant and chatting with the fetuses – to say:

“Hello, Lou and Sammy. It’s me, Jack, your big brother. I love you so, so, so much and I’ll take care of you.”

The new parents smiled in unison, moved by the little boy's words of determination and pride. He really took his role as big brother to heart. Even if he didn't share all his DNA with them, he loved them with an obvious sincerity that hugged the female profiler's chest. She quickly wiped a tear from her cheek. The ex-director put his son back on the ground in the meantime, as he was beginning to weigh down.

“Can I touch them?”

“No, not yet, rejected his father, crouching down beside him, holding one of his small hands to capture his full attention. You see, the box they're in is called an incubator, and it keeps them warm. Because they don't know how to keep warm on their own yet, and they might get too cold if we take them out.”

“Oh, he said, saddened. But I wanted to hug them.”

“I’d have liked it too, he confessed, honest. And you know who would have wanted it even more?”

Jack immediately turned his irises on her, who was biting the inside of her lip to keep from crying. The youngster's insight never ceased to impress her, but at this hour, she was more worried about offending his natural empathy by letting her emotions spill over. And Aaron's speech didn't make things any easier.

“Emily has felt her babies move for months and has imagined holding them for a very long time. But she can’t and it makes her very sad.”

She didn't know if this was the right way to go about it, but her companion explained a lot about the behavior of the adults surrounding his descendant. So that he could understand their reactions without feeling guilty about anything. To make him realize that he wasn't alone in his feelings, that there was nothing wrong with them and that he was free to express them, even as an adult and a potential father himself. Perhaps also because he wasn't the most expressive example, and so had no choice but to verbalize his feelings so that the child could grasp all the subtleties of his attitude.

Jack looked again at the twins' mother, then back at his father.

“…Can I get on the bed?”

“Yes. Hold on, I’ll help you, he said getting to his feet. Don’t put your shoes on by the way.”

Aaron allowed his son to climb onto the mattress beside her. Without warning, he took her in his arms with surprising – and welcome – gentleness.

“Thank you, Emily! They're too beautiful, he repeated, before continuing. You’ve worked too well. Thank you for my little brother and my little sister. You’re the best mom. I love you.”

A wave of heat rose in her chest and an incoercible flood of tears rolled down her face. But it wasn't sadness or pain this time, quite the opposite. An immense joy pulsed through her veins, pushing all the negative feelings of the day to the back of the cupboard, and plunging her into a blissful euphoria. She couldn't have wished for a better compliment than the one she'd just received. This spontaneous knighthood was the apotheosis of a day she would never forget. Then she wrapped her arms around the little boy, placed a kiss on his hair and replied:

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

And this is the end! /o/

To be honest, I've got thousands of ideas about those two, not necessarily linked to this universe (I may have one appendix with a jealous Emily that could be fun to work on). I've got a four chapters story in mind, way more angsty but still with a happy ending and many other alternate universes (it's the Hotchniss multiverse in my head. XD).

Well, if you want to know more about Aaron's huge family, here is the post on my other sideblog:

And one day, I'll write this story with Eli, Emily, and Aaron just to feed my main story with some Hotchniss moments. :D

#hotchniss #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #emily prentiss #criminal minds fanfiction #hotchniss fanfiction #fluff #seven days only #angst

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