Age Guide: Hotch: 47; Emily: 42; Sean; 32; Jack: 7; Henry: 4; Charlotte: 2; Ben and Ryan: 4 months
A/N: This is something I thought up today at work. I typed it up on my phone. Hope it gives you a laugh and reminds you of Huff (a show Paget was on), but a little less NC-17 ;)
July 2013
"It's early," Hotch said, rubbing his eyes on the way down the stairs. "What're you doing up?"
"The babies woke up. Thought I'd bring them down for a little playtime before the other kids are running all over the place," Emily said. She lay on the floor next to their four-month-old twin boys, watching their eyes light up and follow the rattling toy she wiggled over them.
Hotch smiled lazily and sat down on the loveseat, stretching out his foot and gently rubbing it over Ben's stomach.
"That's disgusting," Emily said, batting Hotch's foot away. "Get your nasty foot off of my baby."
Hotch chuckled. "I'm wearing socks. What's the big deal?" He put his foot back on Ben's stomach.
"I guess as long as he's not sucking on them," Emily relented.
"Will you?" Hotch asked.
"Will I what?" Emily replied, her voice and mind far off in the distance as she watched the babies wriggle excitedly.
"Suck my toes," Hotch replied with a mischievous smirk.
"Absolutley not."
"Please?"
"Well, maybe if you got me really drunk and buy me something sparkly enough, I might consider doing it right after a shower."
"Be back in ten minutes. We're out of wine," Hotch joked.
Emily smiled for Hotch now, rolling onto her back. "You're adorable. Can you not shave today? I could use a little scruff..."
"If you suck my toes," Hotch said with a cocky look.
Enily rolled her eyes. "Allow me to go get your razor for you."
A/N: Please leave a review!