"Can I sleep in your room tonight Daddy?" Jack's little voice asked quietly, slicing through Reid's monologue about how ponies couldn't actually be pink or blue without the use of dye. Hotch glanced between the boy and Reid for a moment and Jack rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Spence can stay too, right Daddy? He does all the voices in my books."

Jack blinked once, reaching out both hands, one to each man. Reid frowned, swallowed, and accepted his hand, holding on gently. "I-I don't have to if you don't want me to Jack," he said with a reasonably steady tone. "I can read you a story and go back to my place."

"You always stay on Mondays," Jack pointed out, withdrawing his hand and crawling across his dad to sit in Reid's lap.

"He's right Spence," Hotch said with a small smile. "You always stay on Mondays. Jack, go change into your pjs, and don't forget to brush your teeth."

Jack grinned a sleepy little grin and toddled off to the bathroom, a stunned Reid staring after him. Hotch pressed a quick kiss to Reid's lips. "Let's get ready for bed."

Reid watched as Hotch got up and turned off the TV, heading towards their most-of-the-time shared bedroom. "But... but its Friday."

He could hear Hotch chuckling all the way from the bedroom.