#bau x reader

Summary: A fight with an unsub leads to you finding out about Hotch’s feelings.

Pairing: bau!reader x Aaron Hotchner

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A hiss leaves your lips as Hotch runs his fingers over your bruised and cut knuckles. His apology, barely audible, hastily rolls of his lips.

You were at a bar trying to lure the unsub out of hiding. You’d succeeded, but the team didn’t come as fast as hoped. You weren’t that great at defending yourself with your bare hands, but you managed until Hotch and Morgan arrived.

You ended up with a few cuts and bruises littered over your body and Hotch wanted you to get checked out. However, it was the first time he touched you in the way he was right now. Soft, but protective. Ready to fight anyone who dared come close to you.

“I’m fine, Hotch,” you mumble.

He scoffs and shakes his head while he drops your hands.

“We were supposed to keep you safe. I was supposed to keep you safe. But here you are, hurt because I wasn’t fast enough,” he whispers, clearly angry with himself.

“You got to me in time. It’s just some cuts and bruises. I’m fine.”

He shakes his head in response and looks at the squad car holding the suspect. His fists are balled by his side and his brows are furrowed.

“Aaron,” you strongly say, “look at me.” His eyes meet yours and you’re a bit taken back with all the emotions raging in them. He’s usually so collected. “I’m fine and he’s going to jail for a very long time. Stop beating yourself up.”

His gaze softens. “Come on, let’s get you to the car so we can go home.”

As soon as you stand up, his arm circles around you supporting you.

You’ve had a crush on this man since you’re first day at the BAU so you weren’t complaining. That is until later anyway, when he drives you crazy.

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Not once does he leave your side. He drives the SUV and he makes you sit in the passenger seat. In the jet, he takes the seat next to you and keeps a watchful eye on you.

When he’s eyeing you for the umpteenth time, you lose it a little.

“Hotch,” you say sternly, “It’s just some cuts and bruises. I’m not going to die so stop looking at me like I might collapse any second.”

Rossi, who’s sitting in front of you, chuckles and his eyes flit between you and Aaron.

“I can’t worry about a member of my team?” he challenges you.

“You’re not this invested with everyone else. Sure, you worry about them, but you don’t hover as badly as you are now.”

The man has the audacity to shrug his shoulders. You scoff, disbelief settling on your face.

—–

When the jet lands, Garcia is waiting for the whole team in the bullpen and immediately engulfs you in a big hug before moving on to Morgan.

“Oh, so she can worry, but I can’t,” Hotch whispers before moving towards his office like a sleek cat.

Around lunchtime, he comes towards your desk and puts down a sandwich and a bottle of water.

“Someone who’s recovering needs to eat and hydrate well.”

You shake your head. “Why do I get a special treatment for some cuts and bruises?”

“Maybe I have a soft spot for you,” Hotch replies while winking.

He slinks back to his office like nothing happened and you hear Morgan laugh behind you. You turn around to glare at him.

“Come on, sweetheart. Are you really that surprised Hotch is taking care of you? He always keeps you close when we’re on a case. For the first tasks you’re always assigned to him. When we’re getting ready to bust into a place, he always pairs the two of you together. It’s obvious the man has his eyes set on you,” Morgan says the last part in his singsong-voice.

You never thought about it like that. You’d always just followed Hotch’s orders. Sure, butterflies swirled in your belly whenever you’d hear him pair the two of you together. But not once did you think Aaron might like you. And to be honest you had no idea what to do with this information.

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At the end of the day, you walk towards Hotch’s office and instead of just muttering a fast ‘goodbye’, you walk inside and close the door behind you. Hotch looks up, his eyes meeting yours. Then he takes you in, checking if something’s wrong besides the obvious cuts and bruises. You take a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“Do you like me,” you ask him, eyes cast on your lap while your cheeks quickly heat up.

“Of course I do, you’re an important member of this team,” he replies without missing a beat.

Your eyes fiercely meet his, letting him see every emotion. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

He sighs, his shoulders fall down a bit, defeated. “Yes, I do like you.”

“Good,” you said, “You ready to grab a bite together then,” you cheekily ask him, mischief dancing in your eyes.

“Yes,” he breathlessly answers like he can’t believe it.

You exchange shy smiles before getting up and getting some take-out to eat at his office.

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“second chances are not given to make things right. but are given to prove that we could be better even after we fall”

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chapter one 

chapter two

chapter three

aaron’s first impression blurb

chapter four (october twentieth ) 

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summary: reader mistakingly picks a lock to the wrong apartment in the dead of night when attempting to get into a friend’s apartment. 

warnings: fluff, ooc spencer, mentions of alcohol

word count: 1.5 k

a/n: I know it’s been a while, I haven’t had much inspiration and have been very busy, but I conjured up this little thing a bit ago and decided to post. This is a little ooc for Spencer but I thought the idea was too fun not to share. 

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The darkness of the hallway seemed to blend together in pitch blackness, I couldn’t really tell where the edge of the hallway and the wall met. My ankles had began to swell and I felt as if I could barely hold up my body weight for much longer. 

“Why did I have to wear these damn shoes,” I cursed to myself. 

I had yet to memorize the layout of the apartment building, I’ve only been staying with a friend for the past few days and this hallway seemed never-ending. Around the corner, there was a window with a sliver of moonlight that cast a faint light against the wall, subtly outlining the multitude of door frames. 

I probably should have left the bar when Avery did, instead of entertaining the broad stature of a man with chestnut hair that only seemed interesting after my fourth shot of whatever clear liquid he was drinking. All that mattered at that moment is that the tab would be paid for by someone who wasn’t me. However, this could be seen as the universe paying its due diligence as my head felt as if it had been spun in a tilt-a-whirl. 

I stopped at the furthest door on the right, from the slight squint of my eyes, I was able to make out the golden letters that seemed to read 26 C. I rummaged through the leather bag perched on my shoulder, taking out the spare key that Avery leant to me. But the knob wouldn’t budge, I  assumed that I may have inserted it backwards, so I tried once again. Still nothing. 

I frantically shook the doorknob but suddenly realized how late it was and did not feel the desire to be on a grumpy neighbour’s bad side. I knew that Avery was a heavy sleeper – and most likely wouldn’t move a muscle if I called her – so I resorted to the one trick that I learned at my seventh grade sleep away camp. I raked my fingers through my hair, in search for a bobby pin. I knelt down on the floor, the bobby pin gripped in between my fingers and began to twist. I heard the satisfying click, becoming impatient, I forcefully twisted the doorknob and let myself in. 

The door closed behind me louder than anticipated but I didn’t care, Avery wouldn’t even flinch. I just needed to be enveloped in a bundle of warmth before being rudely awakened with a raging hangover early in the afternoon. 

I began to rid myself of my shoes, before a stream of frantic footsteps came stumbling into the main area.

“Who are you?” The voice is deep and raspy, mixed with fear and hostility. They’re holding what seems to be a small object, but I couldn’t make it out. 

I couldn’t make out any details really, the only light in the room was from the windows, the moonlight creating a subtle outline of obvious features. 

The man was tall and thin, with dishevelled hair. His eyes were bright, widened and seemingly wild as they flickered all over me. My heart started to race, but I couldn’t clearly focus. 

I gripped my shoe in my right hand, silently thankful that they had a thin and pointy heel. 

“Who am I?” I breathed out, equally as terrified. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

“I live here!” He yelled, obviously gaining more confidence than he previously had. “You need to leave, or I’ll call the police,” he warned. 

I looked around the room more intricately, suddenly realizing that I didn’t recognize anything in here. I felt extremely flustered and, most of all, more delirious than I had before.

“Please don’t call the police,” I croaked out, sounding pathetic. “I thought this was my friend’s apartment, this isn’t 26 C?”

“No, this is 23 C, 26 C is right across from here,” he answered flatly. 

I leaned down to wedge my feet back into my shoes, but decided to just ditch them altogether, it’ll make my escape faster and less painful. 

Much to my surprise, he turned on the apartment’s light. He was much taller than he looked before, still just as thin as I suspected. His hair was dark, and matted to his forehead, rounded glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. 

The apartment was filled with a multitude of books, enough to house a personal library. It filled me with a warm feeling, until I realized that I’d been gawking around the room for too long without saying a word. 

“Look, I’m really sorry. It was a late night, I’ve been just recently staying with a friend and I don’t know the area well, or this building quite frankly. I…I’m very embarrassed and I really am sorry,” I muttered all in one breath. 

He ran his hands through his hair, brushing away the waves that fell in front of his eyes. His face softened to a state that was reminiscent of pity. 

“It’s alright,” he said, but I still didn’t sound convinced. 

“I just thought you were a burglar, or worst-case scenario, an axe murderer,” he continued, letting out a half-hearted laugh. 

The tightness in my chest alleviated and I managed to even crack a smile at the comment. I glanced down at his hand, more specifically at the object clutched in his grasp. A ceramic figurine of a dolphin.

“So if I was an axe murderer, you decided to go with that instead of a useful weapon?” I gesture toward the object coloured in light blue. “How common are axe murders around here anyway?”

He looked down at his hand for a moment before glancing back at me. “You may be surprised how solid this is, one knock to the side of the head, they could be out like a light.”

He adjusted the frames sitting perfectly on his face. “Anyway, you can never be too careful, I see a lot of dangerous people.” He paused, taking note of the confused expression on my face. 

“I’m a Supervisory Special Agent with the FBI,” he said casually, as if it were a mediocre desk job. 

“An FBI agent?” My eyes widened from the revelation, of course my accidental and not to mention harmless intrusion was in the apartment of a literal government agent. 

“I’m not going to be arrested for this am I?” I wouldn’t have been so bold as to ask if I weren’t still feeling the buzz from the alcohol. 

“No, but next time, a simple knock would probably suffice,” he responded. 

After an awkward air of silence, I slid my black purse back over my shoulder, finally in preparation for my departure. 

“Well, sorry again for all of this …” I paused, realizing I didn’t know his name. 

“Spencer.”

“I’m Y/N.” I turned around, reaching for the doorknob and turning the door open. “I guess I’ll see you around,” I said, facing him a final time. 

“Preferably during the day.”

I let out a small laugh. “Right.”

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Avery was using the blender to make a smoothie, which was much too loud for a Sunday. I trudged over to the kitchen island, a fleece blanket draped over me.

“Long night?” She smirked, pouring two glasses of a pale pink liquid. 

She held up the whipped cream can and I nodded, she swirled a nice spiral onto the top of the glass, plopping a straw inside and sliding it over to me. 

“You can say that,” I muttered, in between sips. 

I explained the story in depth, the horrifying revelation of me stumbling into a stranger’s apartment. A stranger who I made an interesting impression on. One that I now had to avoid for the next month until the embarrassment washed away. 

“How disoriented were you that you couldn’t differentiate between the number 6 and 3?” She laughed, relishing in my embarrassment. 

“Definitely enough to scare the shit out of Spencer.”

“Spencer.” Avery drew out his name, she looked as if she was determining whether she liked the way it sounded out loud. “He’s got a cute name,” she said, leaning over the wooden countertop. 

“That’s what you got from this, that he has a cute name?” 

“Listen, a person’s name is an important signifier of their character. Like a Brody, you know you’re going to be talking football stats and have meaningless surface-level conversations, but with a Spencer …” She trailed off in a sing-song voice, stirring the remnants of a strawberry smoothie in her glass. 

I took in a deep breath, shimmying out of the blanket and throwing it at her. 

“I think I’m going to take a walk,” I said, before walking toward the door.

“Don’t forget it’s twenty-six C!” Avery called from behind me, as the door shut. 

I took a step backward only to be met with the sudden force of someone’s body nudging mine, I instinctually let out a shriek. I already had a headache that was barely dissipating, no matter how strong the Tylenol was, and this mishap wasn’t helping. 

I turned to face the culprit, only to be met with the dark eyes that, to my luck, belonged to Spencer. A sweater vest was tucked neatly into his dark slacks, his arms carrying what seemed to be bags of groceries. 

“We have to stop meeting like this,” he joked, his cheeks tinging a light shade of pink. 

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pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

request: Reader telling a joke on the plane and Hotch laughing and the team is like ???? You actually laughed???

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“Comeon, Y/N, you have to admit it! We all see you blushing during group meetings, and you stutter when you talk in front of the group. Either you’re terrible at public speaking, or you like one of us.”

Before you could interject, and claim that it was the first option, (it was a bit of both, but you’d rather open one of the plane windows and jump out before you admitted you had a crush on your unit chief), Morgan continued with his signature shit-eating grin, “It’s me, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t help the scoff that escaped your lips, “Yes, Derek. It’s you! Congratulations, you’ve figured it out.”

“I knew it,” He beamed, “I don’t know why you sound so sarcastic right now, but thank you for admitting it.”

You rolled your eyes, a lighthearted sigh escaping your lips, “Derek, no offense, but you have the phrase ‘Alpha Male’ in your instagram bio. You are the person on this plane that I am least attracted to.”

An indignant scoff came from Morgan, as did an appreciative hum from Rossi, but the sound that you solely focused on was the abrupt chuckle from Hotch.

FromHotch.

Everyone on the plane turned to look at him. There was dead silence for a moment, where he tried poorly disguising the sound as a cough, but finally let his hand slip from over his mouth and bit the inside of his cheek so that his half-smile didn’t become a full one.

“I’m sorry,” There was a lilt of amusement in his usually-professional tone that sent your heart soaring, “You caught me off-guard.”

Everyone seemed to realize that making a big deal out of it would only ruin the moment, going back to what they were doing before, but throwing meaningful glances at you. Morgan was the first one to break the silence again, throwing you a teasing pout, “Me too. I really thought I had a shot with you, no?”

“Not a chance.” You couldn’t help the satisfied smile that lingered on your face after getting a laugh from Hotch, though you kept your eyes down at the table, worried your teammates would pick up on it if you glanced back at him.

Eventually the conversation faded back to normal, and you chanced a peek at Hotch. You nearly felt your heart implode as you met eyes with him, the same amused half-smile on his face from when he’d spoken earlier. You felt a rush of adrenaline, holding the eye-contact for longer than you would have in any other situation.

You were rewarded with his full smile, the side of his mouth that he kept in his signature neutral frown curling upwards to match the other. You swore the expression knocked the wind out of your chest, and you weren’t getting it back anytime soon, because he held the eye-contact too.

It was a game of chicken, and you weren’t backing out first.

Blended - Mama Bear

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Wc: 3.2 k

Description: You and Hotch live in a blended household, someone picks on your daughter for it and Jack stands up for her. What happens when reader goes mama bear on the principal?

A/n: This focuses more on the relationship between Jack and reader and how she stands up for her kids. He’s much older here, about 17. This is something new, so feedback is needed here. If it’s weird, please tell me! Hope you all enjoy though! I know it’s been awhile, but I adore all of you <3

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The sight of your husband sitting on your shared bed with his glasses sliding down his nose, is one you never get tired of. You lean against the doorframe of your bedroom, admiring him and how relaxed he looks.

A book sits in his lap, one you know he has read maybe one too many times. As if he feels you staring his eyes shoot up from the page and he gives you a soft smile.

“Hey sweetheart.” You smile at the endearment and make your way over to the bed, plopping beside him as he sets his book on the side table. His glasses slip adorably down his nose as he turns back to you and you giggle.

He simply rolls his eyes at you and sets them with the book, turning back again and bringing you into his arms. You face each other and he presses a long sweet kiss to your lips.

“Mmm, what was that for?” You ask.

“For being the most amazing wife I could ask for Mrs. Hotchner.” You roll your eyes playfully before bringing your lips together again.

“Well thank you Mr. Hotchner.” He smiles, his dimples making a rare appearance.

“Kids all tucked in?” He asks and you nod.

“Jack is finishing up homework for Calc, god bless him. Addie is on the phone with Sam? I think that’s the name. I told her she had fifteen minutes. Isaac is fast asleep, and the Sophie is close behind him.” He presses another kiss to your lips.

“Wait, Sam? Is that a girl’s name or a boy’s name?” He asks and you already know where the conversation is leading.

“Does it really matter?” You ask, kissing down his jawline.

“No.” He pauses. “Not unless it’s a boy’s name.” You laugh and bury your face into his neck.

“You’re ridiculous. She’s a teenager now, boys are gonna happen now sweetheart.” He grimaces as you look back up at him.

“I know. I just miss when she was a little girl. And soon Sophie is going to be like that, and barely want anything to do with us.” He whines and you hold back a laugh. Even though Addie was Aaron’s step-daughter, he loved her all the same. She would always be his little girl, biological or not.

“Oh please.” He glares at you playfully.

“You think this is funny?” He asks. You let a chuckle escape and suddenly he is pinning you to the bed.

“Hey!” You squeak as his fingers dig into your sides. You can’t help but laugh as he tickles you.

“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” He laughs as he collapses on you, crushing you into the bed.

“No you’re not.” He chides. A devilish grin falls on his lips as he looks down at you though. “But you will be.”

You smile as the night ahead of you begins and his lips touch yours again.

* * * * * * * * * *

The next morning is filled with starving children and a soon to be late husband, your kitchen erupting in chaos.

“Honey, you’re going to be late if you don’t leave soon!” Aaron comes out of the hallway grumbling about meetings with Strauss and marches over to the pile of pancakes laid upon the stove. You shuffle Sophie around in your arm as you flip another pancake. Jack comes down the hall soon after, dressed and ready to go.

“Jack, honey can you drive Isaac to school when you and Addie leave?” You ask.

“Of course ma.” He comes up beside you, grabs a pancake and places a kiss on your cheek. He takes Sophie from your arms and flys her around like an airplane.

“Careful!” You chide as he takes off to the table to feed her breakfast. Addie is already at the table eating and Isaac is reading a book. He reminds you of Reid as he pushes up his glasses and stares intently at the pages.

“Kids be good for your mom, I love you all.” Aaron shouts as he wraps an arm around your waist and plants a kiss on your lips.

“Ewe!” You hear your children complain as you smile into the kiss.

“Be safe honey, I’ll see you at the office after I drop Sophie off.”

“I will, drive safe.” He leaves with one more kiss on your lips, his travel mug in hand.

Jack places Sophie in her high chair as he stands.

“Alright, Addie, Isaac, let’s go.” He grabs his keys off the counter and gives you another kiss on the cheek as you hand him his lunch. “Thanks ma, love you.” Addie follows behind as she hugs you, Isaac not far behind.

“Be good at school. Love you!”

“Love you mom!” Isaac and Addie shout as they exit the front door. You sigh and stop yourself from tearing up. Aarons right, they are growing up so fast.

You turn towards the twins and notice the syrup all over the table.

“Alright girls, let’s get cleaned up!” Thirty minutes later, Sophie is being dropped at daycare and you are making your way into the BAU’s glass doors. A fresh wave of stale coffee and paperwork fills your nostrils.

“Hey mama, how’re you doing?” Morgan asks as he hands you your favorite coffee.

“Good now that I have this.” You groan as you take a sip. “Thank God for Derek Morgan.” He laughs.

“Don’t let Hotch hear you say that.” You laugh at his remark and make your way to your desk. Morgan has been your best friend for as long as you could remember, and he couldn’t help himself but make fun of your very jealous unit chief slash husband.

You soon get to work on the paperwork from the last case, you work until lunch, when Prentiss comes bounding back into the office with subs for everyone.

“Prentiss you’re a saint.” JJ says as she makes her way down the steps from her office. Everyone drops their paperwork and makes their way to the conference room.

“I’ll grab Hotch.” You volunteer.

“Make it quick, we want to actually be able to eat this time.” Rossi jokes and you blush bright red at the implication of his words, though you should be used to it.

“Oh shut it.” You chide and they all laugh. You make your way down the hall to your husband’s office door.

You knock jokingly and he lets out a soft, “come in”. He smiles at you as you walk into the familiar office.

“Hi baby.” When you are close enough he grabs your wrist and drags you into his lap, pressing soft kisses to your face. “I missed you”

“I saw you four hours ago!” You laugh and he shrugs, kissing you square on the lips.

“Still missed you.” You smile and shake your head.

“I came to get you for lunch, Prentiss brought subs.”

“Thank god, I’m starving.” You both stand and make your way to the conference room.

Lunch was a much needed break from the gruesome paperwork that filled your day. The team joked and laughed and overall enjoyed each other’s company. It was days like this that you truly cherished the people you worked with, and the job that you had.

As if he senses your thoughts, you find your husband staring at you adorning a crooked smile.

“Careful guys, Hotch is smiling!” Morgan jokes and the group shares a laugh. He quickly drops his Amalie and glares at Derek, although you can tell it’s fake.

“Ooo”s fills the table like your back in middle school, but Hotch can’t hold it long and soon cracks another smile.

“I didn’t know Hotch could smile.” Reid whispers to you and you laugh getting yourself a glare from your husband. You can only laugh harder.

The girls start up a conversation soon after asking how the kids are and how the older three are getting along with the baby. It was only about a year ago that you brought her home and it was a major adjustment.

You’re happy little bubble is rudely interrupted by the ringing of Hotch’s phone.

The team groans, but you quickly realize it’s not work related when Hotch excuses himself.

“This is he.” Is all you hear as he steps out. Your left with baited breath as he walks back in a few moments later, something’s wrong. Your mind flies to the kids. You stand abruptly.

“What’s wrong, is it the kids?” You walk over to him and he looks bewildered, and a bit disappointed .

“Jack, Jack got in a fight at school. They need me to come pick him up he’s been suspended.” Shock blooms across your face.

“Jack Hotchner? Did they get the right Jack?” You ask and he nods. He can’t believe it himself. The team watches as you shake your head.

“I need to go pick him up.” Aaron says and turns to reach for the door, but Anderson is already coming through.

“Oh, sir, I was just coming to get you. Strauss needs you in her office, it’s important.” Anderson notices the tension in the room and raises his brows.

“It’s fine, go. I’ll go get him.” Aaron sighs, and the team clears out to continue paperwork.

“Are you sure?” He asks, and you nod. You squeeze his hand, press a kiss to his cheek, and walk back to your desk. You grab your keys and quickly head to your car and are off to the school. When you arrive, you walk swiftly towards the door.

The principal’s office is already open and you march in.

“Jack Benjamin Hotchner!” You demand as you look at him. He looks at you bashfully and you’re taken back to when you first met him and he was scared to shake your hand.

“Hey ma.” He says quietly. He’s obviously guilty. But you’re too mad at him right now to feel bad. You look to Principal Rogers and he looks angry to say the least.

“Ma’am, your son’s actions today were completely unacceptable. We have no fighting tolerance here. He will be suspended for-” Something isn’t adding up here. Jack wouldn’t just hit somebody unless he has a reason.

“May I have a minute with my son please?” You ask, well more like demand.

“I don’t think…” The principal shuts his mouth when you send him a vicious glare. “That’s fine, I’ll wait outside.” He scurries off. The door shuts behind him and you sigh audibly. You step in front of Jack and crouch down.

“Mom, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking!” He begins stuttering out excuses, barely looking you in the eye.

“Jack. What happened?” You ask.

“I- well he- I just punched him.” He says shamefully and you’re skeptical.

“Jack, you’re 17 now. When are you going to learn you can’t lie to me?” You attempt to make a joke to lighten him up, but he simply shrugs his shoulders. “C’mon, what really happened?” He sighs.

“He was making fun of Addie. Father’s Day is coming up and he said she wouldn’t have anyone to celebrate with cause her dad’s dead. I don’t know how but he knew all about her dad, and he just kept throwing insults at her. He was all up in her face ma! I had to do something. I stepped in to help her and he threw the first punch.” You couldn’t believe the audacity of whoever this kid Jack talked about was. But you were also incredibly proud of the boy sitting before you. With tears in your eyes you stood and pulled him up hugging him tight.

“You’re not mad?” He asked. You pulled away and looked him in the eye.

“Oh I am pissed off.” You smile softly. “But I am so proud of you for standing up for your sister like that.” At that the door opens again, and you tell Jack to wait outside. “I’ll handle this.” Jack smiles and hugs you one more time.

“You’re the best, ma.” He whispers and you nod before ushering them out.

“Ma’am, don’t tell me you’re not upset with him?” You turn around glaring at the man before you.

“Principal Rogers, did you even bother asking Jack what happened?” He opens his mouth but you don’t let him get a word in. “No you didn’t. Instead you pointed fingers. I would like you to know that my son stood up to a bully who made fun of his little sister’s dead father!” You yell. He points his finger up but you still don’t let him speak.

“He knew information about her father that people should not openly know or use against a fourteen year old girl! So that is probably some form of stalking! And this kid threw the first punch! He attacked my son!”

“Ma’am, the boy insists Jack attacked him.” He states and you shake your head.

“Are you calling my son a liar? A child who doesn’t have a mark on his record? Now before this goes further I demand you look at the security footage I know you have.” He stands and moves to a computer in the corner of the room, finding the hall video. He turns back to you moments later, a shocked look upon his face.

“Ma’am I apologize.” He says. “Unfortunately Jack will still have a three day suspension for being a part of the fight.” He insists and you glare harder than before.

“One day. It was self defense. And I want this other kid looked into immediately. For stalking, bullying, and for assaulting my son.” He nods, looking as scared as an unsub in an interrogation.

“Of course ma’am.” He nods.

“Good. Thank you.” And with that you turn and march out of the room. You’re surprised to see Jack standing with his ear to the door.

“Ma, you’re a badass!” Jack exclaims and you give hIm a look.

“Language young man. And you’re not off the hook.” He grimaces and nods before you both walk to the main office. Addie is sitting in the chairs and you sign her and Jack out before heading to the cars. You bring Addie into your arms.

“Hi baby.” You say softly.

“Hi mom.” She sniffs and you hold her tighter. No one messes with your babies. You walk out of the school, angrier than you’ve every felt before.

* * * * * * * * * *

Hours later you are waiting on the couch for your husband to come home. You had taken the rest of the day off and had come home to have a serious talk with Addie. She cried and you cried, but it helped her a lot.

You told her when Aaron got home she could talk to him about it too and said if she had any questions about her father she could always ask you anything. You decided to leave Jack for Aaron. You had already made your point and would let Jack explain the situation to him.

Aaron gets home around eight, a sigh leaving his lips as he walks in.

“He sweetheart.” He says as he trudges through the living room.

“Hey babe.” You murmur giving him a kiss. He sags against you on the couch and practically curls around you. “Long day?”

“Without you? Always.” You smile, albeit half heartedly.

“What happened with Jack?” He asks as he runs his fingers through your hair.

“I told him I’d let him explain it to you. Go easy on him though, he had a good reason. You’re also going to need to talk to Addie.” You say softly. He tenses against you, easily putting two and two together. He doesn’t look happy as he stands and presses a kiss to your forhead.

“I’ll meet you in bed soon.” He says and you nod. You hear him go up the stairs and you yourself head to your bedroom.

Aaron heads to Jacks room first and listens to him explain. He obviously isn’t letting Jack get away with being in a fight, but he understands. He’s even proud of him in a way. He stood up for Addie like a big brother should. He leaves Jacks room feeling conflicted. He heads to Addie next.

“Honey?” He asks tapping on her door. She looks up, hee eyes sad.

“Hey dad.” She whispers. He walks in and plops on the side of her bed.

“I never want to replace your dad. I know we’ve had this talk. But he will always be your dad. And just because he’s gone doesn’t mean we can’t celebrate him on Father’s Day.” Aaron says softly and Addie throws her arms around him.

“Thank you. But I have a dad here with me. I have two dads, just like Jack has two moms, and that’s okay with me.” Aaron smiles and kisses Addie’s forehead before tucking her in. She whines about being too old but he just laughs and turns off her light. He makes his rounds to Isaac, and Sophie, and soon is walking into your room.

“So how mama bear on a scale of 1 to 10 did you go on the principal today.” You shrug bashfully.

“I say he deserves it. I also say you know me too well to ask that question.” He nods and shucks his suit jacket and tie off. He collapses on the bed and places his head in your lap.

“Our kids are pretty awesome aren’t they?” He asks and you laugh nodding.

“Yeah they are.” You lean down to press a kiss to his lips, never will you tire of kissing him. He looks pensive for a moment. “What’s goin on in that mind of yours?”

“Let’s have another one.” He says and your eyes blow wide.

“What?” You ask him like he’s crazy.

“Let’s have another.” You laugh, but can’t help but feel warmth spread through you at the idea.

“Really?” You ask and he nods. “Yeah okay, let’s do it.” You exclaim.

“Should we start now?” He asks wiggling his eyebrows as he somehow pins you beneath him. It feels like a deja vu to last night, but you giggle into his kisses.

You can’t help but be excited at the prospect of growing your perfect family.

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The end <3

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