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Just a little piece of fluff!

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Christmas 2009:

At noon on Christmas day, two days after the BAU Christmas Party, Aaron Hotchner picked up his son from Hayley's.

Five year old Jack Hotchner was over the moon that he would have six uninterrupted days with his Daddy. They could do all sorts of things!

They could play games, watch movies, and maybe he'll be allowed to stay up late one night! After all he was a big boy now. He was full of sorts of suggestions as he bounced in his seat, driving to Daddy's house on Christmas day. Plus, he knew he had presents waiting for him!

They didn't disappoint.

Three nights into his stay, Jack awakens in the middle of the night scared. As another streak of lightning splits the sky and thunder rumbles loudly soon after, he squeaks in fear, throwing back his bed covers.

Rapidly making his way to Daddy and Emily's room, he pushes open the door, looking for someone to keep his fears away.

Hotch is awoken suddenly when Jack frantically shakes his shoulder. Opening his eyes to his son's tearful face, and hearing the storm, he wordlessly rolled over and lifts the covers for Jack to slip into bed with him. Cuddled close to his Daddy's chest, safe at last, Jack sleeps.

Emily sleeps on next to them - dead to the world. But the next morning she is awoken by low murmurs and the sensation of hands on her swollen abdomen.

Struggling to open her eyes, Emily blearily looks around. She was currently on her side – as that was the only way she could sleep comfortably these days – and there were two little hands on her belly, as well as one big warm one. She could hear little giggles as the boys tried to predict where baby would kick next.

Coming into semi-consciousness, Emily groans and brushes her hand over Jack's hair. 'Morning,' she says tiredly. Adding her hand to the pile already on her stomach, she doesn't have to wait long until baby Hotchner says 'good morning' to its mother.

Squishing Jack closer to Emily as he shifts his body over, Hotch brushes hair from Emily's face as he kisses her. 'You okay? You look tired.'

'Baby Hotchner is keeping me up,' she replies with a yawn.

Hotch rolls onto his back, bringing Jack flying over him on the bed. 'Let's make breakfast shall we, Captain.' Jack pretends to roar like a plane in his Daddy's hands.

Standing up, with Jack on his hip, Hotch looks down at his weary wife who was looking up at them with a tired smile.

'You get some more sleep sweetheart - we'll do breakfast.'

Letting Jack fly down for a slobbery kiss before exiting the room, Aaron looked back and saw that Emily has placed an arm over her eyes, asleep once again.