Feb. 14th: True Love – 300 words – Your character's love for a person/thing knows no bounds. It is purer than a mountain stream and more beautiful than a supernova.

David Rossi/Aaron Hotchner

A/N: Again, credit to DeejayMil for story inspiration.

Rossi put a finger to his lips, shushing the other person coming down the stairs.

Jack nodded, making a show of tiptoeing down to meet him. Rossi could barely hold back a smile at the image. The kid really was too cute.

"All right, Jack," Rossi said as the two of them made their way into the kitchen. "You are about to be involved in a very top secret project. It's a big responsibility, one I entrust to only a select few. Think you're ready?"

Jack nodded enthusiastically. He'd heard his dad tease Dave over how fussy he was when it came to letting people help him cook, so he knew this had to be a big deal. And he was prepared to take his role of assistant chef very seriously.

Rossi placed a chef's hat on Jack's head, and Jack giggled as it fell over his eyes. They washed up and got out all the items needed for their special assignment.

"All right," Rossi proclaimed. "Let the cooking festivities begin!"

There was a flurry of activity. Jack did most of the pouring and stirring, while Rossi handled the oven side of things. They kneaded dough, only to wind up having a mini food fight, and each snuck a couple bites of chocolate.

Some time later, the food was done, the kitchen cleaned up, and Jack was busy setting the table. Rossi beamed as he set the food onto plates.

Yes. This would be perfect.

Hotch could hear some clanking from downstairs, and the soft murmur of Rossi and Jack's voices. He wasn't surprised that Rossi was up this early, but Jack being up at eight in the morning? On a Saturday, no less? It didn't take a profiler to realize something was definitely up. The distant smell of food only further proved that.

He proceeded to clean up and put on a nice shirt and slacks – he just had a distinct feeling he would need them – and made his way downstairs and towards the kitchen.

"Ah, perfect timing!" Rossi said, grinning as he saw the surprised expression on Hotch's face.

"Happy anniversary!" Jack shouted, jumping up and down.

Rossi chuckled at Jack's exuberance. He gestured to the food in front of him. "We have coffee, cornettis, juice – "

"And fretas!" Jack said, still a bit bouncy.

"Frittatas," Rossi corrected gently. "Sit and dig in."

Hotch smiled at the happy faces before him. "Thank you both. This looks delicious." He settled in, reaching a hand up to clasp Rossi's arm when the other man came over to wish him a happy anniversary with a kiss atop his head.

Jack giggled at his dads' mushy behavior. If that's how his dad reacted to breakfast, he could just imagine how Dave would respond to that ring he'd seen his dad trying to hide the other day.