"…Drabble 4. Pleaz Enjoy : )…"

Childish Things

Spencer Reid smiled as Jack Hotchner successfully skated on the layer of smoothed ice. Aaron had to attend a meeting for the BAU team leaders, so he had volunteered to take care of Jack for the day. He had asked Aaron's son what he wanted to do today-suggesting him to pick an inside task due to the raging heat- and he picked ice hockey. So Spencer had Jack call some of his friends and drove them to the local ice rink. He laughed as the black-haired boy, Jasper, scored a goal for Jack's make-shift team. Jack looked up at Spencer with a wide smile, making Spencer even more glad that he had in fact taken the boys up. Jack's friends decided to start a new game, and Spencer tried to go back to his book, but he suddenly felt a presence to his right. He felt a hand slip over his thigh and a pair of lips touch his forehead.

"Aaron." Spencer said, finally deciding that it was useless to try to read. "You're back earlier than I expected. Sorry, if I knew I would have left a note-"

"Spencer, it's okay." Aaron laughed. "I asked the neighbor if she knew where you were; it's fine." he reassured. "I think it was great for you to take them up here. The place is never busy, and it's too hot to go outside and play."

"Well, I asked him what he wanted to do, and he said ice hockey." Spencer said, nodding his head.

"You're the best baby-sitter ever." Aaron smiled, pushing away Spencer's book so he could scoot closer to him. "And I think that Jack would have to agree."

"Well, despite what Morgan says, I'm not that bad with kids." Spencer joked. "I think that practically raising yourself and your mom teaches you a few things , you know?" Aaron nodded, but he sighed afterwards. He hated to think about his lover's troubling childhood, but he knew that Spencer was right. His past made him what he was- just like his own past had molded his present. And if they hadn't had joined the FBI, he wouldn't be sitting in an ice rink with him as they watched their son and his friends play…..

'Wait, what?' Hotch thought. 'Did I just say 'our'?' Aaron looked down nervously at the ground; he wasn't sure how he felt about that….

"What is it?" Spencer asked, a small frown on his face.

"Hmm? Oh, it's nothing." Aaron laughed nervously.

"Well, I think it's something." Spencer pouted. "Just tell me what it is, okay?"

Seeing that there was no way to avoid the conversation, Aaron nodded his head. "When you mentioned your childhood, I started thinking about what the past has given us. And…And I was thinking that is gave us this moment….with us being able to watch our son."

Spencer's eyes went wide, his mouth opening a little. Aaron sighed, thinking that he had screwed up and freaked out his boyfriend. He stared at his hands as he waited for Spencer to verbally respond to the situation. Finally, after what had felt like hours, he spoke up.

"I love Jack." And that was the only thing he said.

"I know you do." Aaron smiled.

"And I love you."

"I love you too….."

"And….I'd love for Jack to be our son."

Aaron's head shot up, his eyes wider than the moon. Spencer looked away, feeling ashamed that he had even spoke up about it in the first place. Seeing Spencer's reaction, Aaron gently pulled him around until he could see his face. "I'd love for you to Jack's…other father." he smiled. "But it's not time."

"I know, Aaron. I just…I just needed to know that -that we were going somewhere, and I needed to know you wanted to eventually…." Spencer gulped, not wanting to finish the sentence, "get married.

Aaron smiled and stroked Spencer's hair. "Of course, Spencer. I love you." he whispered.

"And I love you." Spencer smiled back.

"Daddy!" Spencer and Aaron immediately looked up. "We won!"

Aaron smiled at his son before turning back to Spencer. "Yeah, so did we." Spencer laughed at that before turning back to show Jack his approval.

"Are you getting hungry?" Aaron asked. Jack and his friends nodded their heads vigorously. "Then let's go get some pizza!" After a chorus of applauses, Spencer and Aaron escorted the kids back to the car and into the parking lot of the closest Chucky Cheeses….

Because they all needed to revel in childish things.