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tinyluvs · 2 years ago

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jack is a little king and i’ll write him as such 🤭

❥ you’re okay ° aaron hotchner pt.2

❥ summary; jack decides your cast is too plain and boring ❥ warnings; absolutely none, just tooth rotting cuteness ❥ authors note; remember to read part 1 first !! ♡ 3k ❥ pairing; aaron hotchner x fem!reader (they’re both softies!). ❥ aaron hotchner masterlist

waking up in an unfamiliar room is panicking to say the least but between the child chattering distantly down the hall and the pictures on the table next to the bed, your brain kicks into gear, you’re in aaron’s bedroom. he had insisted, not even giving room for discussion when you told him you could sleep on the couch, mumbling something about your broken ribs as he ushered you into the room

deep down you feel weird, maybe a little creepy about the fact you’ve slept in your boss's bed but you can’t bring yourself to feel too bad about it since his bed is ten times comfier than yours is. since leaving the hospital your nights have been unbearable, seemingly endless hours of trying to get comfortable and failing horribly.

gentle knocks on your, aaron’s, door wakes you up a little bit more, a yawn escaping your mouth as you roll over with a wince but before you can reply you hear rushed footsteps coming your way, “jack, no,” aaron whisper shouts and you smile to yourself, “she’s sleeping”

you hear them disappear down the hallway, jack asking his father a long drawn out why as their voices get quieter and it’s enough to force you upright, your legs dangling over the side of the bed. pain radiates over your side when you stretch your arms up, a burning sensation that has you leaning back slightly as your breath comes out in short gasps

painkillers become your priority though it suddenly dawns on you that you don’t remember packing any the night before and a quick search in your bag confirms your suspicions, not a single sheet of medication to be seen. you eye up the en suite bathroom attached to aaron’s bedroom but rummaging through his medicine cabinet might be a step too far, you’ll just ask him for some instead

when you finally emerge from the bedroom you hear a handful of noises, in the kitchen something is frying, bacon or maybe eggs, it’s hard to tell when the smell of coffee is overpowering. in the living room the television is on though jack is talking loudly above it about a child in his class at school

“good morning,” you say softly, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. a breakfast bar separates the space, the entire living room visible from where you are, “hey jacko!” you wave slightly at the child who launches off of the couch, tiny feet thundering towards you

luckily aaron turns at the right second, dropping the spatula into the pan as his son jumps. he catches him with an arm around his middle, holding him close to his body, “we have to be gentle, remember?” he reminds jack, waiting for him to nod before putting him down

jack moves into your space slowly, gently wrapping his arms around your legs, his chin on your thigh, “daddy says you’re sick,” he pouts, tiny eyebrows furrowing across his forehead

“i’m okay little guy,” you run a hand through his hair, your thumb smoothing over his forehead. aaron hovers beside you both, watching and waiting incase jack is too heavy handed with you, “your bacon is burning,” you chuckle and nod at the pan, sizzling violently on the stove

aaron’s eyes widen with realisation and then he’s rushing to salvage the food, scraping slightly burnt bits of meat from the pan and onto a plate, “would you like some?” he asks, holding the pan above three empty plates

“yes please, could i also have some painkillers too? i accidentally left mine at home,” you ask, cheeks heating up for no good reason. the older man nods before sharing the crispy bacon between two of the plates. he adds a few fresh slices back into the pan and then brushes past you and out into the hallway

jack tugs on the bottom of your sweatshirt, forcing you to look down, “can i see your cast?” he asks, wide eyes staring up at you with excitement. with a quick nod you hold your arm up, struggling to pull your sleeve up over the bulk to expose it but with a particularly hard yank, it shows and you dangle it in front of jack’s eyes

“pretty cool, huh” you watch as he holds it with both his hands, turning it and titling it like somewhere on the cast is some sort of secret. jack stops moving your arm suddenly, “it doesn’t hurt,” you reassure him quickly, not wanting him to think he was hurting you

“can we colour it?” somehow his eyes fill even further with excitement, “fred broke his arm playing on the monkey bars and he let me colour on it” he explains as his father comes back into the room, a pack of ibuprofen in hand

aaron presses the pack into your free hand, “oh, thanks,” you smile at him before going back to your conversation with jack, “sure we can, do you have pens?” the hospital had wrapped your cast in white and apart from the odd couple of food stains, it was still bare

“pens for what?” aaron asks, his back towards you as he tends to what you assume is jack’s bacon. you move further into the kitchen, free hand reaching for a glass off of the draining board while jack struggles but succeeds to pull himself into one of the seats by the breakfast bar, his elbows on the counter and his head in his hands

“we’re going to decorate my cast,” you hum, waving your broken arm in his direction. the painkillers go down with little protest, thankfully, choking on water wouldn't have been a good look, “aren’t we jacko” you turn to flash the younger boy a smile and he nods, returning said smile

“breakfast first, please,” aaron hums, adding eggs to the pan, “help yourself to coffee,” he says to you before opening the oven to take a tray of hash browns and sausages out. before you can reply he’s pushing an empty mug in your direction

after working with aaron for a while you discovered you both liked your coffee the same way so when you're at the office you make sure to pass by his office with a mug every time you get your own. he arranges food onto the plates while you get a drink, careful not to spill boiling liquid anywhere this time

aaron pushes a plate in front of his son, the sausages cut up slightly to cool down faster and then he pushes your plate into the space beside jack and you know it’s your plate because he’s given you extra hash browns, just like you get from shitty diners when you're away with work, “sit, i’ll stand” he smiles and you know trying to argue with him won’t work so you slide into the chair next to jack while aaron leans against the worktop, his plate in one hand, fork in the other

breakfast passes by fast, both boys practically inhaling their food and leaving you in the dust. when jack disappears back to his spot on the couch in front of tv you still have two hash browns on your plate and a quarter of your mug of coffee left

“he’s grown up so much since i last saw him,” you comment, looking over your shoulder. when you turn back aaron’s face is softer, his eyes brighter as he also looks at his son, “you must be very proud of him” you smile at the fondness you’re seeing from aaron that you don’t see so much of at work

“i am” aaron replies, already washing up his and jack’s plates. you make a conscious effort to finish your food faster, leaving your coffee to go cold next to you, “i have pens in my office, he has pens but they’re not the best” aaron says after a moment of silence, grabbing your empty plate to wash when you finish your food

you gasp playfully, “ssa aaron hotchner has coloured pens? in his office no less!” you giggle and earn an eye roll from the older man who wipes his hands on a tea towel. he takes your mug, dumping the rest of your coffee into the sink before lining it up next to his, giving you both a refill

“go sit, i’ll get the pens,” he hands you the mug and nods to where jack is on the couch. you walk at half speed to the living room, partially due to the pain and partially not wanting to ruin aaron’s carpet with coffee stains

jack sits smack bang in the middle of the three seater couch, a fuzzy blanket half thrown over his legs and an extra cushion behind his back, “what we watchin’ kiddo?” you ask, sliding your mug onto the coffee table

“spongebob,” he answers simply, his eyes flickering up to you quickly. nodding, you lower yourself onto the couch, using your cast to lean on while your free hand grips your side, the pain burning a little more with the bend of your body

aaron comes back a few minutes later, a pack of pens in hand. he fills the space on the other side of his son, “here you go buddy,” he says before sipping on his coffee, putting the pens on jack’s lap. jack ooh’s at them, turning them in his hands before looking at you

silently you hold your arm out and as you go to put it down, aaron slides a cushion into jack’s lap. you smile softly at him before turning to jack, “what’re you planning?” you ask, watching him intently as you can almost see the cogs turning in his head

“i don’t know,” he shrugs, turning to look at his father for guidance. aaron continues to sip his coffee while his free hand wrangles the black marker out of the pack, jack reaches for it but aaron holds it out of his reach

“put your name on there first,” aaron says, putting his mug down and uncapping the pen, “remember how to write it?” he asks, holding the pen out, jack swipes it, almost catching the cushion with the nib

jack turns your wrist, searching for the prime spot, “yes,” he answers as he finds where he wants to sign. with his tongue stuck between his lips he starts writing. his handwriting is cute, you think, of course it looks like a small childs, broken and all the letters are capitals, but it’s sweet

after a little while he finishes his handiwork, proud of himself and the fact his name is the first thing to go on your cast, “now you daddy!” he turns to hand the pen to aaron, who just looks at you

“no, i don’t thin-

“go on,” you say almost too fast, “please,” you finish as your cheeks heat, embarrassed by your own eagerness. aaron simply nods, taking the pen from jack. just like his son he takes a moment to find a good spot, eventually choosing one far enough away from jack’s, to give him room to draw

aaron writes slowly, his handwriting much smoother and neater than jack’s, who sits between you sounding out the letters, “ah ah ron?” he says, utterly confused, looking at you and then to his dad

you can’t help but laugh, thinking about how you only want to pronounce his name like that from now on. aaron chuckles under his breath as he finishes writing hotch under his first name, “aaron,” he says, ruffling jack’s hair, “that’s my name”

jack looks even more confused now, “no, your names daddy,” he says, his nose wrinkling slightly as he speaks. aaron doesn’t fight him, he just nods and goes back to his coffee.

before jack starts to draw on your cast, you lean forward, grabbing your mug with your good hand and resting it on your knee, “got any ideas yet?” you ask jack when he starts to unpack all the colours in the pack, letting them roll onto the cushion next to your arm

“yes but you can’t look!” he says, emphasising the can’t, you widen your eyes at him, playfully. he waggles the red pen at you with a small scowl

“okay, okay, i won’t!” you defend yourself, giving aaron a slight smile as you turn to the tv, forcing yourself to get into the episode of spongebob that’s already half finished.

the painkillers start to kick in, finally, allowing you to sink back into the couch a little more, your head resting against the back cushions. your eyes start to drift around the room, taking in the decor since you hadn't had a chance to the night before. you and aaron had eaten your mcdonalds in the dark over the breakfast bar and then rushed straight to bed, after a short protest from you about stealing his bedroom

his apartment looks barely lived in. only a few pictures of him and jack, a couple with haley on the walls and not much else, his furniture is all basic colours, creams and whites and the lack of knick knacks would send penelope into a panic attack. you’ve seen his office at work and even that’s more decorated than this but then again, aaron’s known for basically living at the office

one thing that is certain is aaron’s furniture seems to be far more comfortable than yours, his bed and now his couch. the back cushions mold to your body shape and you can’t help but pull your legs up, careful to not to look anywhere near your arm. slowly you finish your coffee, holding onto the mug when it is finished because you can’t quite reach the table

“daddy,” jack whispers beside you, clearly not wanting you to hear, so you pretend not to. aaron hums, quietly of course, “how do i?” he asks his dad, tapping your cast with the end of the pen.

clearly there’s enough context for someone who’s allowed to look, “do that and then that,” aaron explains vaguely and you figure he must be pointing or tracing along the cast to show jack where to draw

jack goes back to drawing silently while aaron stands up, holding out a hand for your mug, which you give to him, “you might be stuck like that all day,” he says to you with a smile and a slight raised eyebrow

you scoff, like the joke is on him, “trust me, i’ve had worse days” and he knows it’s true, offering you a sort of sad smile before wandering into the kitchen while you turn your attention back to the tv which has moves on from playing spongebob and is now showing a superhero film

just as he predicted, you do spend the entire day not being allowed to look at your own arm, even when lunch and dinner rolls around, jack makes aaron pull your sleeve down over your cast so you can’t see it. aaron also periodically reminds his son to leave space in case other people want to draw on it, he means penelope, you guess.

“you can look now!” jack shrieks from beside you, where truthfully, you were dozing off to sleep. you stretch your arms out, thankful for no pain and aaron bringing you medicine when you weren’t allowed to move

“finally!” you gasp, rolling your neck before turning to look at your cast, “oh jack, it’s great!” you look between the boy and your arm in awe. scattered all over the cast, even underneath, are loads of little doodles. cars, stars, planets, smiley faces, a house, tiny little animals and stick people, the members of the bau, finished off with their initials next to them, you’d pretended not to hear jack asking his father about that too

you blink, hard, trying not to let tears escape, “i love it so much, thank you jack” you pout, wrapping an arm around the small boy. he beams at you, hugging you back, “i’m not crying cos im sad” you quickly explain, when he looks up at you

aaron watches you both for a second and then checks his watch for the time and immediately, you know what’s coming, “come on buddy, it’s late” he says, sounding a little sad and sorry for being the party pooper, “go get into bed and i’ll be in, in a minute” he laughs, watching jack scramble off of the couch, nearly tripping over his blanket

“night!” jack waves at you and you wave back, with your newly decorated cast before he dashes out of the room. tiny footsteps getting further away until he’s in his own bedroom, which is opposite aaron’s

you sigh happily, “oh he’s so cute, i love him” you stand up at the same time as aaron, stretching your back out before following the older man into the kitchen, “i’m going to steal him away from you” you giggle

aaron rolls his eyes at you, “please don’t” he says simply. he takes one of jack’s water bottles out of the cupboard and fills it, “your cast looks great though, really” he smiles softly at you

“i know, you’ve got a little artist on your hands there,” you say seriously, “oh, by the way, did you draw this?” you ask, pointing out what looks like a really small fbi vest. it’s too neat to be jack’s work

“yes, i did” aaron answers and you watch a slight pink blush pass over his cheeks, “jack asked me to,” he explains quickly when you smile at him but before you can say anything more he’s stepping towards the kitchen door, “i’ll be back in a bit”

“okay,” you say softly, he leaves and you wander back to the couch. you can’t focus on the tv, your mind forcing you to think about how different aaron is outside of work. sure, you’d seen him a few times but nothing like this. you find yourself smiling wide, fingers tracing around the small fbi vest by his name

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a kiss if you do, mwah ily !! send prompts to my ask box!

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leaf-galaxy-art · 10 days ago

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“I was meant for the purpose of betraying the High Court. Never to survive past that. If I am the cause of Lady Nore's fall, it will give me all the more pleasure for her never having anticipated it.”

#suren #wren tfota #suren tfota #the folk of the air #the stolen heir #holly black #WREN BBYGIRL I LUV UUUUUUU #okay so . i know she talks about the scars on her cheeks. but to me. the way everyone else draws them looks as if there would be a bit in-#-her mouth. assuming im not dumb and the bridle is like a horse bridle bcz what else would it be like #but seeing as hyacinthe and oak can simply talk Just Fine with it . it would make more sense TO ME #for it to go across her cheeks yes but then over her nose and under her chin #does that make sense #this is wren obvs at the beginning of TSH like. in her ragged dress and living in the woods #to me . to me she is covered in grass stains and mud and dirt and blood . to me .#i luv her <3 #im not very far into The Prisoner's Throne im where she's putting oak Back into the dungeon after he escaped and broke into her room #but. teehee!! enjoying it so far :)#she is SCARRED she is BLOODY she is DIRTY she is LIVING in the WOODS. as a woman should be tbh .

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christiangeistdorfer · 11 months ago

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1972 EAST AFRICAN SAFARI RALLY - THE YEAR THE EUROPEAN MANUFACTURERS FINALLY BROKE THROUGH

HANNU MIKKOLA & GUNNAR PALM celebrate winning the rally by 28 minutes with their FORD ESCORT RS 1600 MKI

#gunnar palmmmmm i luv uuuuuuu..... bargh #slay for everyone involved in this #it's a big deal for someone [me]#HANNU'S SMILE INN THAT THIRD GIFFF PLS SWEETIE I AM SOBBING !!!!#no tiny shorts moment though rip :/#gunnar palm #hannu mikkola #wrc #world rally championship #1970s

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girlwithnoface · 1 month ago

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the way my youtube AND spotify pfps will always be art my friend made for me years ago...

#imani i luv uuuuuuu

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roychewtoy · 2 years ago

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shiv :)

#i luv uuuuuuu i luv uuuuuuu shiv hello hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii #succession #shiv roy #succession art #shiv roy art #my art

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ventcode · 2 years ago

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hmhhoohhntnnrtn i. i love you alot..

#<- crying! /pos #i just. i. <- emotional and pathetic.#i love u alot. i love u ily i luv uuuuuuu my dearest. my beloveddddd..#foreervrvrrrrr.. i luv u... I LOVE YOUUUU!!!!!!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️#♡

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taintedcigs · 1 year ago

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i think you and your writing are lovely and seeing you in my dash always makes me happy 💌 mwah

anonymously tell me ur opinion abt me <33

#em’s mail💌#i luv UUUUUUU😭💗#so glad u like my stuff hehehehee

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rinhaler · 11 months ago

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Rin had you sprawled out on the expensive boucle couch he helped you pick out when the house was still being built. He gave mercy on your thighs, his usual iron grip replaced with feathery fingers gently keeping your legs spread, one hand caressing the soft skin of your leg, the other splayed across your mound with a skilled thumb teasing your clit back and forth. Soft, breathy moans bleed from your spit glossed lips, lifting your hips a little of the seat, his head that rests on your other thigh follows the movement.

“Please Rin, pleasepleaseplease, more baby, I want you so bad,” you couldn’t help but to be a pathetic, desperate mess even though he was barely toying with you. It was just already too much and not enough at the same time. You finally had your closest, most dear friend right where you wanted him.

Rin’s so fucking lost in your dripping cunt he can barely make sense of your pleas, but the better, more intuned half of him takes hold of your words and musters a reply. “I know you fucking do, hang on, honey, I’m getting to it.” He chuckles, so damn cocky, and you can’t stop the smile from taking over your face. Any type of laughter he ever grants you is a gift, something he really only reserves for you. His lips place a wet smack near the crevice of your thighs, so close yet still so far away from where you need him the most.

He runs a shaky hand through his hair, before bringing it up to cup the underside of your breasts. “You had me drooling like a fuckin’ dog,” he begins, meanly twisting one of your nipples, trying to catch his breath and not look pathetic, “before I even had your panties off, so I’m gonna make sure you’re begging and crying until I give this pretty little pussy what she wants, you understand me?” Keeping his dominance, he spanks your cunt once, then twice, earning a high pitched whine from you.

You dumbly nod your head, “Yes, sir!!” The words leave you much too quickly for your liking, trying so hard to keep your regular cool composure, but let’s be honest, that went out the fucking window as soon as he gave you the right wrong look.

Hehehehehehehe I’m drunk n high I literally just wrote this in ur ask box lmfaoooo, I love writing under the influence it’s so nice 🤩 question/ statement: I totally think Rin would be a stoner if his gf was, like he can’t NOT participate with you when u get even more giggly and touchy than usual….thoughts? Luv uuuuuuu :D ‼️‼️ 🧋

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WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THIS IS SO GOOD MY TOES ARE CURLING MY HEART IS POUNDING I'M SPEECHLESS HELP MEEEEEE omg I cannot wait for the full fic I'm DYING

also the fact that you wrote this in my ask box is making me think of when you'd let a friend doodle on your arm during class 😭😭 so cute

I'm so in love with this man and you're FUELLING ME LIKE CRAAAAZY omg thank you so much for the food.

In regards to Rin smoking I think obviously it depends on the AU or circumstance or whatever but whenever I think of Rin having a girlfriend I like to think he's really possessive and controlling. (This is very specific to me and my desires so please take with a pinch of salt). But I don't think he's a smoker and I think he'd actually be very against it and demand you not to smoke either. I like the idea of him punishing you for disobeying too 😏😏😏 I just think him and Sae are from a quite well to do family and I think he takes his career as a footballer too seriously to dabble in smoking.

Anyway that's just one scenario, obviously skater boy loser boy stoner boy would be way more into it than my iteration!

#💌 — luxe mail #not mine #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi smut #🧋 anon

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lefthandedhotch · 2 years ago

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screams and cries over HIMMMMMMMM🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

babyyyyyyy🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 im in love with him so BAD!!!!

(also hello linny-winny🥺🥰💞 i luv uuuuuuu🥰💞💞)

screams about you and aaron being so silly!!!! while setting up a nursery <3 aaron being just as silly and sweet as he was when haley was pregnant with jack :')) the team are helping you two move into your new little home since the apartment was too tiny for a new baby addition and they are FLOORED everytime hotch cracks a joke or when he snorts (!!!) at a silly name suggestion you give him🤭🤭🤭 they have a hard time even getting him to smile more than a :| so hearing him full out Laugh is a treat that they're all loving so much🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺 because he deserves it🥰 this sweet sweet happiness that is rubbing your baby bump and kissing your head as jack whispers so many silly things to his baby sister🥰🥰🥰🥰 the next night is your first official night in your new home with your husband and your little boy and your baby on the way, you just cant help but get emotional🥺🥺🥺🥺 you're getting snuggly in bed waiting for aaron with a tiny jack bug already asleep in your new big bed and you cant help but start to weep🥺🥺🥺🥺 aaron comes in and Immediately worries over you (definitely Not helping how much you love him😭😭) but he relaxes when you tell him that you're crying happy tears :')))) after you and jack have fallen asleep, aaron falls asleep too and is also feeling some happy tears coming up because he never thought he'd get a second chance to happiness like this again🥺🥺 but he did!!!!!

SOBSSSSSSSS HIS PRETTY SWEET FACE 🥺🥰🥰🥰😩😩😩😩😩🥹🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 i wanna kiss him all day i love him so bad :((((((

(and hiiiiiiiiiii jess-jess 🤭🥹💕💗🥰 i luv uuuuuuuuuuuuu sm 🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕)

you woke aaron up Early early (like even earlier than he normally gets up) because lil baby girl was kicking and you just couldn’t sleep any longer, but aaron doesn’t mind because it means that he gets some extra snuggle time in bed with you before jackers comes skipping into the room and you guys have to start getting ready to go to the new house and get baby girl’s room ready 🥰🥰🥰🥰💕 you Adore how much aaron fussed over you while you guys work on the nursery, and that even as he’s working sooooo so hard with the team to get everything ready, he’s still smiling with you and laughing at your silly jokes and name suggestions (especially when you Swear that you’re gonna name the baby derek because she kicked against your hand when you suggested it 🤭🤭🤭💗) and the team is just so 😧 the whole day seeing their grumpy gills boss be so easygoing and Happy the whole day 🥺🥺🥺 they even get to see that when he and jack grin next to each other they’re Identical!!!! which is something you have always told them but they’ve never believed because they’ve never seen it!!!!!!🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

your first night in the house, you’re all snuggled in bed with jack snoozing all curled up next to you after having fallen asleep while telling his baby sis a story, and you can’t believe that this is all really happening :( you’re in the sweetest little family home with your aaron and your kids and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted :( so you can’t help but cry!!!!!!! hehehehe of course the pregnancy hormones Definitely don’t help with that 🤭 aaron hears you sniffling from the bathroom and he hustles to finish brushing his teeth before he rushes out to help you and he immediately wipes your tears and murmurs “what’s wrong, honey?” which just makes you even more weepy because your darling darling aaron is so sweet 🥺 and he loves you so much 🥺 and you could tell him Anything was wrong and he would do anything in the world to make it right for you 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and when you finally drift off after sniffling to aaron about how happy you are and how you can’t wait for your little girl to get there and join the Big Big family you and aaron have created together, aaron kisses your forehead with a sweet lil smile and just lets himself get all misty thinking about everything that’s led him to this moment, to this amazing wonderful night with his little family in your big new bed in your sweet lil house for the first time waiting for your baby girl and how he never ever thought he could be This happy and feel this much love in his whole life 🥺 and when he wakes up the next morning to find you sitting up in bed with a groggy jackers pressing his ear to your belly as you laugh that his lil sis can’t talk yet! but he’s sure she’s telling him about her dreams 🥰 and aaron’s heart just absolutely Skips a beat because he knows that all his mornings will look like this from now on and he can’t wait 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💗💗💗💗💗💗💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺

#jess!#SOBBING!#SCREAMING!#the team is Flabbergasted seeing aaron be so soft and giggly #but neither you nor jack is phased because!!!! this is how your aaron is at home All The Time!#he’s your silly sweet handsome man :(#and he’s so happy to take care of you and his lil hotchners :(#aaron.hotchner #.hotch #cw pregnancy #aaron hotchner x reader

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