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Sorry for the delay. I've only just finished a 3 day 15-hour photography exam! Ahhh! And I had to keep on top of my other lessons so it's been a little bit overwhelming so when I came home I just wanted to curl up in bed and read a good Fic or two... I just haven't had the effort.

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Previously:

"You owe me big time," he added.

Rossi clasped his hands together and grinned broadly. "Great, now that's sorted, how about we get some lunch."

Hotch buckled the sleeping toddler in his car seat as JJ took Henry's seat out. He'd managed to convince JJ and Hotch to let him ride with Morgan and Garcia while Jack remained with Sean.

JJ handed Hotch Spencer's stuffed rabbit and Hotch pressed it into the toddler's empty hands which curled instantly around the soft rabbit. He couldn't help the smile that crossed his lips as he gently shut the car door.

"See you there!" Emily called as she hopped into her car and waved a bare arm out her open window.

Hotch and JJ buckled down before looking back at their sleeping charge.

"You wait till you hear what he did," Hotch whispered with a grin.

"I'm guessing it has something to do with cookies?" JJ asked and Hotch snorted.

"It's more than that."

When Hotch finished explaining JJ sat back with a smile on her face

"It's not funny, Jen," Hotch huffed to which JJ laughed.

"It's really not that bad. In fact, it's good that he's acting more like his age," JJ said and when Hotch opened his mouth to argue JJ quickly cut him off. "You know what I mean," she interjected.

"Yea well if we're gonna raise him I'd rather not let him walk over us," grunted Hotch and JJ's eyes rolled lazily toward him.

"What are you gonna do?" She asked with raised eyebrows.

"You'll see."

They got to Denny's half an hour later due to the fact that they'd gone to Rossi's favourite pool which was hidden away from the public. Hotch pulled into a space beside his brother and flashed him a grin. Jack had managed to get shotgun and was chattering animatedly to Sean who looked exhausted. If the team didn't have to work that next day, Hotch would've given him a break from babysitting, but he had offered.

Hotch glanced back at Spencer and sighed. The boy was still flat out and after all the energy he'd used Hotch knew how important his nap was. He and JJ unbuckled and slipped out, gathering at the back of their car.

"Can I get Spencer?" Jack asked, bouncing beside the back door, his hand hovering impatiently over the handle.

"He's still sleeping, buddy," Hotch put in and Jack's hand flopped miserably to his side.

"Are we getting food or..." Emily looked around expectantly, praying her stomach didn't rumble in the silence.

"We're not sure whether to wake Spencer or not," Hotch said and Garcia instantly glided over to the door and peeked inside, letting out a squeal.

"I could stay in the car with him for another 20 minutes and then I'll bring him in," JJ offered.

"What about you're food?" Sean asked and JJ shrugged.

"Just order Spence and me something... we're not...," she paused and smirked at Aaron. "At least I'm not fussy. Just get Spencer chicken nuggets or something to keep him happy."

"Can I stay with you?" Henry, who had pressed himself up against his mother's side, asked, his big pleading eyes rising like bread.

"No, you go on inside with the others, I'm only going to be sitting in the car," his mother assured him but Henry continued to clutch her.

"I'll be quiet," he said in a hushed voice to prove his point.

"Do you really want me picking out your lunch?" Hotch asked and Henry narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"I want a burg-"

"I think I'll just have to get you the mushroom pizza," Hotch sighed, putting his hands in his pocket and taking a step towards the restaurant.

"Wait!" Henry cried suddenly, hurrying to Hotch and grabbing his hand. "I think I will come with you guys," he said before adding something about never ever eating mushroom pizza and sticking his tongue out in disgust.

"That was easy," Sean muttered, thinking that he'd have to use that on Spencer in the future.

"You know what I want, Aaron," JJ said and Hotch nodded in the affirmative.

"See you soon," he said and he led his family towards the door.

"Don't forget the high chair!" JJ called after them and Hotch turned and gave her the thumbs up and a cheesy grin. JJ rolled her eyes and turned back to the car. She peered through the window and found Spencer still sleeping.

She slipped back inside and spun around to stroke the boy's hair. His tiny thumb was stuck in his mouth and he suckled it gently in his sleep. JJ was amazed that he never had wonky teeth from doing that but it was too endearing a habit for her to stop it. His rabbit hung loosely against the car seat arm. JJ's fingers slipped down to stroke Spencer's cheek and the boy pressed into her warmth unconsciously.

I'll just give him 15 minutes more, she thought, pulling out a nail file and concentrating on repairing the crack in her nail.

Rossi wrangled the biggest table and was forcing the boys, who were fighting over who got to sit beside Spencer's high chair, to take a seat.

"I wanna sit by him!" Jack grunted, shoving Henry out of the way. Hotch who was sat in the seat next to the high chair exchanged a grimace with Rossi who was grinning wickedly. "You get to share a room with him!" Jack quipped and Henry pushed him back.

"So!" He yelled, clambering at the chair, but Jack grabbed his collar, yanked him back and scrambled into the chair himself. Henry pouted and looked up at Hotch.

"It's not fair! I wanna sit there!" Henry whined.

"Why don't you sit by Jack?" Hotch asked.

"But I wanted to sit by Spence!" Henry yelled.

"Oh well, I'll take this seat, Aaron, seeing as no-one wants it," Sean sighed, slowly lowering himself into the chair beside Jack. His eyes sparkled teasingly as Henry's mouth opened in protest.

"No! I wanna sit there!" He said quickly, skidding over and hopping onto the chair just before Sean could make it there.

"Aw! No fair!" Sean said, wearing a similar pout to the one Henry wore and the boys both laughed.

"So no one wants to sit by me," Hotch muttered making a sad face for the boys. The team had gathered around the table and left a free seat beside Hotch for JJ, and on his other side was an empty high chair.

"Sorry, Dad," chuckled Jack, grabbing his menu and investigating the ice creams on the back. He saw a big sundae that he knew Spencer would be eyeing up.

"So what did JJ want bossman?" Garcia asked. She could put help feel a little jealous of their bond and she suspected the two had some form of telepathy (something which Spencer had shot down and disproved when she'd suggested it.)

"Bacon cheeseburger," Hotch said simply, rolling his shoulders out and studying the menu. Garcia and Emily smirked at each other and snorted.

"She won't want that," Emily put in and Hotch lowered his menu to look her in the eyes.

"And why's that?"

"She likes the chicken wrap or the salad," Garcia said helpfully and she and Emily looked at Hotch smugly.

"I think I know my girlfriend," he replied with his own smirk.

"Okay, don't say we didn't warn you," sarcasm dripped like venom from Emily's voice and she continued to smile sweetly while holding her arms up in false surrender.

JJ checked her phone and sighed. She'd been in the car for 17 minutes and Spencer had only stirred once which had only been to wet his lips and readjust his thumb that he continued to suckle. She decided that she wouldn't try to wake him, but she would take him inside.

Hopefully, he'll stay asleep, she thought, but as she stepped out of the car she already doubted that possibility. She reached Spencer's door and quietly opened it. She carefully unbuckled him and pushed the straps off his arms which proved difficult with his thumb in his mouth.

"Mmmhm," Spencer whined as he lost the warmth of his mouth around his thumb but a shushing noise calmed him and something directed his damp thumb back into his mouth and he sighed contentedly.

JJ also sighed, but hers was with relief. She grabbed the rabbit and lay in on her shoulder before reaching under Spencer's arms and slowly lifting him out.

Spencer felt the movement and his eyelids fluttered open briefly. JJ pulled him into her arms. Too tired to protest, Spencer wrapped his unoccupied arm around her neck and pressed his warm head under her chin. JJ smiled and rubbed his back gently. She shut the door and locked the car before hurrying to the entrance. If the movement didn't wake Spencer the cold would. She tugged his sweater down and covered his free hand in hers so as to keep it warm. He didn't have shoes on, but his feet were clad in an orange sock with magenta spots and a stripy green one.

She got to the entrance and pushed the door open with her shoulder. She spotted her family in the corner, she started towards them, thanking God that Spencer was still napping.

"Table for one...and a baby?"

JJ spun around at the sound of the voice and saw a young man looking back at her with an awkward smile.

"Sorry, What?" She asked quietly, bouncing the toddler in her arms a little when he started to whimper.

"Table for... um... did you want a table ma'am?" He stammered. JJ noticed how he couldn't make eye contact with her. The boy was trying not to check her out.

"No, that's okay. My family's here. That's them over there," she said pointing to her team who were laughing amongst themselves.

"Oh right, I see, sorry. Go ahead," said the teen and he smiled at the boy in JJ's arms. "I can get that little guy a colouring pad for when he wakes up..." the young waiter offered. "I-If he's old enough to colour," he added.

"Thank you, that'd be great," JJ said before she turned and hastened to their table.

"Bout time," Morgan laughed as JJ paused in front of the table. She put her fingers to her lips and scowled at him.

"Keep your voice down," she hissed and to reinforce her point Garcia jabbed Morgan in the ribs.

"Okay, Alright, chill out, baby girl," Morgan gasped with a grin. He grabbed his side to protect himself from her sharp elbow.

"Well, don't wake up my baby genius. He needs his sleep, Morgan," chided the tech analyst.

"So what did you order me?" JJ asked as she slid into her seat and adjusted Spencer so her arms were wrapped around him, supporting his back as he hugged her like a koala. Garcia squealed a little and covered her mouth.

"Sorry, I can't help it. He's so cute!" She squeaked. Henry, who had been colouring a house in blue looked up and smiled.

"Am I cute too, auntie Pen?" He asked.

"Of course you are, my sweetums. All my boys are adorable. Including you, Hot Chocolate," Garcia said with a giggle as she pinched Morgan's cheek and he pulled away; his cheeks blushing darker.

"Anyway, your 'boyfriend' ordered you a bacon cheeseburger," Emily announced smugly and she waited for JJ to scold her boyfriend.

"They thought that you'd want a salad," Hotch explained and he and JJ laughed aloud which caused Spencer to mumble and wriggle in his sleep.

"What's so funny?" Garcia asked.

"A salad?" She whispered.

"Yea?"

Emily and Garcia exchanged a bewildered glance.

"When we go to Denny's I always have a burger."

"The greasiest one too!" Jack put in helpfully.

"Yes, thanks, Jack," JJ Chuckled sarcastically, embarrassed that her bad eating habits had been revealed.

"We got Spencer the spaghetti," Rossi put in and JJ nodded her approval and by his expression, she guessed it had been Rossi's idea.

Spencer moaned again and JJ rubbed his back gently.

"Good. I guess I can trust you guys with ordering," JJ said.

Spencer opened his eyes groggily and blinked slowly. He saw families eating and talking through his blurred vision. He lifted his head and dropped his thumb from his mouth. Spencer looked down at his hands and saw JJ's light pink shirt bunched up under his small fingers. He released the fabric and pulled back slowly.

"Mummy...?" He whispered in a tired voice and JJ glanced down and smiled.

"Hey, sweetie. Good nap?"

Spencer didn't reply but let his eyes roam around the table and over the team who were smiling fondly at the groggy child.

"Whewe awe we?" He croaked.

Hotch carded a hand through Spencer's messy chestnut curls. "We're having lunch. How does spaghetti sound?" He asked. Spencer squinted up at him with his big brown eyes and shrugged before snuggling back into JJ.

"Sorry, Spence," JJ said as she lifted him out of his snuggle and he whined in frustration. "You need to be awake for lunch."

"Not hungwy," he whined as he stretched his arms out to JJ as she passed him to Hotch.

"After all that swimming?" Emily said and Spencer shrugged as he was deposited into the high seat and strapped in. Spencer huffed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Jr spaghetti and cheeseburger?" A waitress asked, holding up the two smaller meals. Spencer was about to lay his head down when a bowl was placed in his way.

"Hey," he grumbled, scowling up at Hotch, but the scary look he was trying to pull off was too cute to be at all threatening.

"Here," Hotch gave him a fork and Spencer took it awkwardly.

Everyone's meals arrived and by that time Spencer had woken up fully and was tucking into his food ravenously while talking to Jack.

"Mum said she's gonna take me to watch a real baseball game in the spring," Jack said through his mouthful of fries.

"Tool."

"She said she will take you and Henry too if you want."

"Weally!?"

"Really?"

Spencer and Henry said in unison.

"Yea."

"Are you sure?" JJ asked and Jack nodded seriously.

"I'll have to talk to your mum," Hotch mumbled.

"So, Sean, how's the job hunt?" Emily asked. Sean slowly chewed his mouthful and shrugged.

"As expected. Every time I think I'm getting somewhere they drop me," huffed the younger Hotchner brother.

"You could become a babysitter," Garcia suggested and Sean choked on his food as it went down.

"You're kidding right?" He gasped when he recovered.

"No..." Garcia raised her eyebrows.

"I'm not sure I'm babysitter material. I only offered to look after Spencer because he's my nephew and even then..." Sean paused and kissed his teeth thoughtfully.

"Even then what?" Rossi asked suspiciously. He glanced at the two-year-old who was slurping spaghetti innocently.

"Uh... he's just a lot of work, so I don't think I'm cut out to babysit for a living."

"I'm not a lot of wowk!" Spencer protested and the team chuckled at the sight of him.

"Of course you're not, baby bear," Garcia assured him and he returned to his food with a satisfied little grunt.

"Is that good, short stuff?" Rossi inquired.

"Uh Huh!"

Spencer had given up on using his fork (which was a growing habit of his) and he was gingerly picking up strands of spaghetti and putting them in his mouth before slurping them up, giggling as the sauce splattered everywhere, which was unlucky for Hotch and Jack who were in the splash zone.

"Spencer!" Hotch laughed as he whipped tomato from his cheek. Spencer gave him a sideways look and he grinned.

"Sowwy, Daddy! It was an ac-ac-aci-cident," Spencer hiccupped. Hotch stared at the little boy and shook his head. Spencer had red and orange smears all over his face. "I'm finis-ed now," Spencer announced and he leaned forward to grab his drink off the table. He lent against his bowl which didn't have much balance and as soon as he put weight on it it flipped over, as he had previously done with his cereal.

Morgan burst out laughing, as did Henry and Jack. The others snickered as Spencer peeked out from under the bowl on his head, sitting on his curls like a soldier's hard helmet.

"Spence," JJ groaned and Spencer smiled sheepishly.

"Oops...Sowwy," he mumbled. Hotch took the bowl off his head which sent Henry into fits of giggles.

"Look! Spencer's got spaghetti hair!" He cried and Spencer touched his hair and pulled down a handful of spaghetti.

"I bet you won't eat that," Morgan snorted and Spencer narrowed his eyes at him.

"Don't-," Hotch started but Spencer had already shoved the handful of spaghetti in his mouth and was smiling with his mouth full at Morgan who was aghast. Clearly, he'd gotten over his germaphobia.

"Oh, snuggle bear, I just got you clean," Garcia sighed. Hotch began pulling spaghetti out of Spencer's curls as the boy rubbed his hands together, spreading the mess.

The young teen who JJ had been greeted by at the entrance staggered over with a colouring book in his clutches.

"Here you go," he said handing it to JJ, then his eyes landed on the filthy toddler.

"Could we maybe have a cloth also?" JJ asked as she stood up, armed with napkins. The teen swallowed thickly when his eyes met JJ and he nodded before hurrying away. JJ rolled her eyes and grabbed Spencer's hands. The toddler didn't protest, but he did smirk at her.

"Dat boy fancies mummy!" He cried loudly and Hotch put his hand over Spencer's mouth as the child cackled happily.

"Spencer, lower your voice," Hotch hissed.

The boy was coming back and Spencer smiled mischievously. Hotch gave him a serious look that told him to stay quiet.

"There you go, ma'am. If you need anything else...khm... I'll be behind the counter. Just ask for James," the boy said as he handed over the cloth. Hotch took his hand away from Spencer's mouth and frowned at the teen.

"You'we mating my Daddy jealous!" Spencer pointed out and the young waiter caught Hotch's dark eyes which sent the boy scampering away.

"You two!" JJ scolded, smacking Hotch's shoulder.

"Oops," Hotch muttered darkly. He didn't like people staring at his girlfriend, especially horny teenage boys. JJ rolled her eyes for what felt like the 10th time that day and ran the cloth over Spencer's face, which literally wiped the smile from his face. He whined loudly and batted Hotch and JJ away. He was embarrassed that his whole family were watching. He could clean himself.

"Sit still, Spence. Maybe next time you won't cover yourself with spaghetti."

"I didn't mean to!" Spencer wailed as JJ rubbed his hair with the cloth and got it to a partially clean state.

"I finished, Dad," Jack announced over Spencer's noise and Hotch glanced up and smiled.

"Well done, buddy. Looks like you can have dessert."

"And me! I finished too, Dad!" Henry pointed to his empty plate and grinned proudly.

"You can have dessert too," JJ huffed as she pulled the last strand of spaghetti from Spencer's hair.

"What about me, Jayje!?" Garcia mimicked. "Can I have dessert?" Morgan snickered and patted her shoulder. Garcia stroked a finger down his face teasingly. "Actually, I'm fine with my Hot Chocolate fudge pudding," she breathed, licking her finger and wiping it on Morgan's forehead.

"Jeez, mama! Why'd you have to be so gross?!"

"Tan I have dessewt? I finis-ed my s'ketti!" Spencer said as JJ finally gave up on cleaning him

Hotch was about to answer when the waitress came back to take their plates.

The team helped her clean up and apologised for Spencer's mess before they opened up the menus to choose their dessert. Jack shared with Spencer, pointing out to each dessert and explaining them to Spencer.

"Okay, who wants dessert?" The waitress asked. She wiped her hands on her apron and grabbed her notepad and pencil. Spencer snatched the menu clumsily in his grubby hands from Jack who had already chosen.

"Ice tweam! Ice tweam!" He yelled in excitement.

"No ice cream for you," Hotch quipped and Spencer gaped up at him.

"Wha-?" He gasped. The team were giving their orders to the waitress but their eyes were on the father and son and each had a smirk playing on their lips.

"Sean told me about the ice cream and cookies."

"But I-" Spencer started, but Hotch held up a hand, successfully silencing the toddler.

"Let me finish. You know you're not allowed ice cream for breakfast."

"But Sean-"

"Spencer," Hotch chided seriously and the boy sunk back into his chair. "I don't need excuses. You can't have ice cream for breakfast, that's final."

Garcia ordered the apple pie and handed the menu over, trying to hide her smile. She'd almost fallen for Spencer's 'ice cream for breakfast' routine.

Spencer looked down at his hands and bit his lip. Morgan felt like sticking up for him but from the look of Hotch that wasn't a good idea.

"And then the cookies. You were warned about the cookies," Hotch said and Spencer's lip trembled helplessly.

"Daddy..." He whined, but Hotch wasn't finished.

"No, Spencer. The one rule is that we ask before we take, and do you have any idea what would've happened if you'd fallen?"

The waitress jotted down Sean's ice cream sundae and winced at the tone the father was using with his son. She doubted he was any older that two and she thought he probably barely understood why his father was telling him off. The kid looked like he needed a hug.

"I know Sean gave you a timeout but I gave you a warning and I'm sticking to that-"

"No," Spencer whispered, giving Hotch big, round, pleading eyes. "Peas!"

"Sorry, buddy. No Star Wars for a week and the same goes for cookies and ice cream."

Spencer stared at Hotch, as did the waitress and the rest of the team, waiting for them to order.

"Sir?" The waitress asked, eying Hotch patiently who glanced up and smiled.

"I'll have the chocolate waffles. Hold the ice cream," Hotch said, handing his menu over. He could feel Spencer's eyes on him, but he turned to JJ with a smile.

"Um..." JJ peeked over at Spencer whose wide eyes were burning a hole into Hotch's shirt. "Just the vanilla sundae, thanks."

"You can have some of my ice cream," Jack whispered to the two-year-old but Hotch scowled at him and Jack sunk back into his seat.

"No, you won't. He needs to learn."

"Come on, Aaron. Give the kid a break," Sean put in and he too received one of his brother's infamous glares.

"I have the right mind to take away your dessert too," Hotch cautioned and Sean narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, Yea. Why's that?"

"For letting him do all the things he's not allowed to do," added Hotch and Sean kissed his teeth. He kept his mouth closed; he wasn't about to miss out on ice cream. Spencer was still aghast and he looked around for someone to take pity. When no one did (and light chatter started up again) he felt the corners of his eyes begin to prickle with salty tears.

Garcia could see he was about to cry and she just wanted to give him the biggest ice cream she could find.

"So," Rossi started, drawing in the team. "Sean, what jobs have you applied for?"

"I was actually looking yesterday. I've applied to some in-" Sean was cut off by a trembling sniff (the sorts that suggested that you were either about to cry or had just stopped.) They glanced around as Spencer's head fell onto the high chair tray and he hid behind his arms.

"Uh Oh," Sean chuckled and he turned to Emily and mouthed 'tantrum.'

Spencer let out a few quiet sniffs as he tried to quell the tears that fell onto his sleeves.

"It's okay, Spencer," Jack assured, rubbing his baby brother's back which shook a little as Spencer sobbed silently. The team turned their eyes on Hotch who licked his lips nervously. He raised his arms in his defense.

"Don't tell me you condone that behaviour?" He hissed.

"No, but, honey, you didn't have to be so... uh, forthcoming? Harsh, you didn't have to be so harsh," JJ explained and Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew what he had to do.

"Spencer," he said, touching the shaking boy who kept his face pressed into his arms. "Spencer, listen to me." Spencer was too upset to listen, he couldn't even lift his head, he needed to calm down. "Listen, buddy, if you'd like we can get you some ice cream, Okay? But you're still banned from cookies and Star Wars-" Hotch barely finished the sentence when a low moan seeped from beneath Spencer's arms and he hicupped loudly on a sob.

"You're not making it better," Morgan pointed out obviously and Hotch sent him a dark look.

"We could take him to the play area," Henry offered, leaping off his seat and rounding on Spencer.

"See, Spence. You go play and we can get you some ice cream," JJ exulted.

Hotch bit the inside of his lip and rubbed Spencer's back. "Talk to us, buddy."

Spencer struggled to stifle a sniff as he lifted his head slowly. His eyes were pink and puffy and his cheeks wet. "I-I'm sowwy," Spencer whimpered. Hotch paused and frowned at the child. "I-I didn't m-mean to u-upset you," he stuttered, covering his eyes in shame. Hotch sighed guiltily and unbuckled the toddler.

"I know, Spencer," he started. Spencer wiped his eyes and reached out for Hotch. Hotch pulled him out the chair and embraced him tightly. Henry grumbled and returned to his seat, realising that he wouldn't be taking his brother to the play area.

Spencer pressed his face into Hotch's neck and sniffled quietly.

"You really need to give me some clear rules for next time," Sean said and Hotch raised a single eyebrow at him.

"Ice cream is only for dessert and an everyday thing. Cookies are a treat. That's all," Hotch deadpanned and Spencer giggled softly into his neck.

When Hotch was finally able to put Spencer back in his seat the waitress was back.

Spencer looked hungrily at everyone's desserts but he stopped quickly when Hotch looked at him and he stared down at his hands guiltily. Hotch rolled his eyes and sighed. He took the plate from under JJ's sundae and cut a slice of his waffle to put on it, making sure it was a part drizzled in thick gloopy chocolate sauce. JJ realised what he was doing and put a scoop of her ice cream on top.

"Spencer," Hotch mumbled and the two-year-old looked up sadly. Hotch slid the plate onto his tray and Spencer's mouth fell open. "There."

"Fank you!" Spencer gasped as he leaned over, grabbed a spoon and stabbed at the waffle before chowing down and grinning at Hotch and JJ.

Mogan coughed loudly, "pushover," he coughed. Hotch narrowed his eyes at his agent and tried his best to hide his grin. He couldn't help breaking into a smile when he glanced at Spencer who practically oozed happiness.

When they finally finished and Sean had chased the boys around the play area to get rid of their energy before they left, Hotch found Spencer in his arms yet again. He was completely beat after his exciting day and the crying had only made him more groggy.

The boy gripped him tightly and Hotch could feel the toddler's faint smile against his skin

"I know what you're doing," Hotch muttered as he shifted Spencer onto his hip. Spencer's only response was to snuggle further into his arms. Hotch sighed. He didn't know whether he could keep up Spencer's punishment.

And that's the chapter... yay ;-)

Thank you all for your support of this story, it really does motivate me.

I just finished a 10-6 shift at work and then I went straight to my parent's friends to babysit so most of this chapter was inspired by those kids who just so happen to be two and four. It took an hour to get the two-year-old to finally go to sleep. And I had to rock her in the end, in a koala hold like you saw in this chapter. She kept jumping up and crying and in the end, I stroked her cheek until she closed her eyes and I could sleep out... don't judge me, I'm not a parent XD at least I got her to sleep. They are both sweethearts and I wish I could have just kept cuddling them all night, but duty calls; FanFictions don't get written on their own...it's been about 3 hours since I wrote that... I'm getting so slow at proofreading.

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