Author's Note: This was written for the Criminal Minds Weekly Prompts Spring Competition. My chosen character was Jack Hotchner and my assigned character was Henry LaMontagne. My prompts were Spring Break, Cleaning and a celebration. This will be a three-shot.

CHAPTER ONE

Eight-year-old Jack Hotchner raised his head off his hands so that he could turn and look at the couch. He and Henry LaMontagne, just five, were laying on the floor in front of television watching "It's the Easter Beagle, Charlie Brown." It was Good Friday; the kick off to Jack and Henry's week long Spring Break and their parents decided to celebrate with pizza and television for the evening.

His dad and Henry's mom is what drew him away from the television. They were sitting on the couch, his dad against the side of the couch and JJ leaning against him. Jack's eyes fell to his dad's hand, which was intertwined with JJ's. Jack smiled. He couldn't remember the last time he saw his dad holding hands with someone, but he knew from television that it meant his dad was in love.

Of course, his dad and JJ hadn't said anything to him and Henry yet about being in love They had just been spending a lot of time together lately; time with all four of them and time just the two of them. Jack wasn't suppose to mention any of that time together with just his dad and JJ to anyone, especially to Uncle Dave. Jack didn't really understand why since Uncle Dave always wanted his dad to get out there and "sow his wild oats." He wasn't sure exactly what sewing had to do with dating, but he always laughed when his dad's face grew red.

Jack continued to watch the two adults. His dad leaned down to whisper something in JJ's ear, which caused her to giggle. She placed a kiss on his cheek that lingered and caused his dad to grin. His dad didn't grin often, but it always made Jack feel extremely excited when he did. His dad was grinning a lot more since JJ and Henry started to hang out more often. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time his dad was so happy; he even sang in the morning now as he was getting ready

Jack could remember his mom singing to him, usually as he went to sleep. He could remember the way her arms felt around him when she hugged him and her kiss to his forehead. Mostly, he could remember her smile. Everything else that he remembered was from videos, photographs, and stories that his dad and Aunt Jessica told him. JJ sang to him and Henry often, usually when they were in the car or making dinner. She hugged and kissed him as often as she could. She made sure that he did his homework and called him before bed every night that they weren't together.

She was the mom that he knew his mom wanted to be for him, at least the way Aunt Jessica described his mom. He even let some of the kids at school think JJ was his mom. Sometimes, when he was drifting off to sleep, Jack thought about what it would be like if his dad married JJ and Henry became his real brother, not his pretend brother; the brother he told the other kids he was so they wouldn't pick on Henry.

Jack turned his head to look at Henry. Henry seemed to sense him and grinned at Jack. Jack knew that a lot of kids would consider him a baby. He was only five and he was just in kindergarten, but he had lots of fun playing with Henry. Henry was always willing to play any game that Jack came up. He was always smiling and laughing, telling stupid jokes just to make Jack laugh. Jack found himself overwhelmed with sadness suddenly as the thought that JJ and Henry might not be a part of his life forever.

"Okay, guys," JJ said, suddenly, "when this is over, Henry and I have to go home. It's getting late."

Both Jack and Henry groaned, glancing at each other then back at their parents.

"Can't Henry stay over? Please?" Jack begged. "We have lots of things to talk about."

"What kinds of things?" Hotch asked, tossing JJ an amused look.

Jack narrowed his eyes in perfect imitation of JJ. "Kid things, Dad. You wouldn't understand."

JJ lightly elbowed him, laughing. "Kid things. We wouldn't understand."

"Did you even ask Henry if he wants to stay over?"

"I do! I do!" Henry shouted, sitting up abruptly. "Can I? Please?"

JJ looked at Hotch and nodded. "It's fine with me."

Hotch smiled at them all. "Okay, Henry, you can stay. I think we still have your clothes from last time you were here."

"You can stay, too, JJ," Jack offered as Henry cheered about staying with Jack for the night. Jack's face turned questioning when both JJ and Hotch froze.

"Uh, not tonight, Jack," JJ finally answered. "I have some stuff to do at home, but tomorrow we're going to dye Easter Eggs for the Easter Bunny. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Both Jack and Henry cheered and JJ and Hotch breathed a sigh of relief as that line of questioning was forgotten. At least, until Hotch was tucking Jack and Henry into bed a little while later. They insisted on sleeping in the same bed even though Hotch had put bunk beds in the room months earlier at Jack's insistence.

"Daddy?" Jack asked. Hotch paused, raising an eyebrow. "How come JJ didn't stay over?"

"Well, you see, grown-ups don't really do sleepovers unless they're married." Hotch closed his eyes briefly, hoping the questions would stop there.

Henry leaned up and patted Hotch's cheek. "Hotch, do you love Mama?"

Hotch released a long breath. He looked down to see their faces looking expectantly back at him. "I love your mama very much, Henry, which is why it wouldn't be proper for her to spend the night."

"Unless you were married," Jack clarified.

"Unless we were married," Hotch agreed, suddenly wishing a black hole would swallow him up. He was afraid, however, that he knew where they were headed next so he quickly kissed each of their foreheads. "Good night, boys. Sweet dreams."

They both wished him a good night. Jack waited until his dad had closed the door before turning on his side to face Henry. "Henry, we have to make a plan."

"A plan for what?" Henry yawned on the last word. He stuck his ring and pinky fingers into his mouth, watching Jack with rapt attention.

"A plan to get my dad and your mom married," Jack informed him. "If they get married, then you and your mom can move in here and we can have sleepovers every night. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Henry nodded enthusiastically. He loved both Jack and Hotch. He asked his mom almost every day to come over to see them. Even when he spent time with his dad, which was as often as his dad good get back from New Orleans, he called to say good night to Jack and Hotch.

"This is going to be a big job," Jack continued. "We're going to need help from a grown-up. Who should we ask? My dad will get mad if we ask Uncle Dave. Miss Garcia would tell everybody. Mr. Morgan would tell Miss Garcia who would tell everyone."

"Uncle Spencer?" Henry offered

Jack shook his head. "JJ said that Mr. Reid doesn't know much about romance." Jack sighed. He could ask his aunt Jessica, but he was pretty sure that wasn't inappropriate. "I guess that leaves Ms. Prentiss."

"Aunt Emmy?" Henry smiled, widely. "I like Aunt Emmy."

"Me, too. And I think she can keep a secret. Okay, tomorrow, we ask Aunt Emmy to help us get our parents married." With that, Jack wrapped his arm protectively around Henry as they drifted off to sleep.