"See anything you like?" Hotch asked Jacob a short time later as everyone sat in the dining room examining the menu.

"He can read the menu?" Jack scoffed.

"Actually, he can," Hotch replied. "And his math skills are also quite advanced for his age. That's why Reid wanted to have him tested."

"Uncle Spencer says that eating a balanced diet is very important," Jacob reported as he continued studying the menu. "He made sure I ate some vegetables with my lunch."

"How come you get to call him 'Uncle Spencer'?" Jack challenged the youngster. "That's what I call him!"

"Henry and Michael and Hank also call him Uncle Spencer," Hotch reminded his son. "You don't have an exclusive on that name."

"That's what he told me to call him," Jacob explained. "So that's what I do."

"I expect you're just dying to get someplace where you can make Aaron some home-cooked meals," Jessica snidely commented to Lynn. "You can probably butcher your own pigs or whatever it is you eat out there."

"I don't know how to cook," Lynn replied. "The kitchen staff took care of that. I did do my rotation in the kitchen when I had finished my initial schooling but I was never assigned there."

"You can't cook because you had a kitchen staff!" Jessica exclaimed. "What kind of pampered brat are you? I will have you know that my sister was a wonderful cook, as am I, and as was our mother."

"You have to understand," Hotch interrupted. "Jobs are more compartmentalized on the island where Lynn grew up. Everyone has their own assigned responsibilities as a part of the whole."

"Well, what did you do?" Jessica continued quizzing Lynn.

"I helped manage the farm," Lynn explained. "I organized large projects, like when the supply boat came in, as well as coming up with improvements of existing products and procedures."

"You organized a farm?" Jessica scoffed. "How hard can that be?"

"And, Aaron," she turned to her brother-in-law. "What did you do on this farm?"

"At first I worked getting the fall harvest shipped off the island," Hotch replied. "And then I handled several remodeling projects. After that I was doing mostly carpentry work."

"A carpenter?" Jessica huffed. "It was bad enough when you quit being an attorney in order to join the FBI - But a carpenter?"

"I found it to be quite meditative," Hotch carefully replied. "And a welcome respite from my previous life."

"Your previous life was your own doing," Jessica heatedly pointed out. "You could have left the FBI – You should have left the FBI."

"NO!" Jack burst out loudly. "My father was helping people. People who really needed his help."

"He's right," Lynn added. "From what I understand, Aaron was saving people's lives. You wouldn't expect him to just walk away from something like that."

"He was like a superhero!" Jack continued. "And no matter what you say, Aunt Jessica, he needs to keep working. People need him." He looked over at Lynn, who nodded her agreement.

"What's a superhero?" Jacob asked.

"He's like a really special guy who swoops in at the last minute and saves everyone," Jack told him. "And that's what my dad does."

"Yeah," Jacob readily agreed. "Aaron is a superhero!"

"Well," Jessica huffed. "It seems that my opinion doesn't count. Jack, it's time we went home. Tomorrow is a school day." She stood up to leave.

"If you must," Hotch stood up and faced her. "I will expect to receive a copy of your accounting for Jack's money within the next several days. And, I will be contacting you to set up a visitation schedule so Jack can spend time with us."

"Jack, Buddy." He turned to hug his son who had walked over to stand next to him. "I expect your cell phone to be on at all times so I can reach you to talk with you." He glared at Jessica.

"I will give him his phone back," she acquiesced. "But if I find out he is misusing it – "

"That will be fine," Hotch interrupted. "I just feel that a father should be able to reach out to his son."

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

Later that night, as he snuggled close to Lynn and wrapped his arms around her, Hotch thought about how lucky he was. He had a wife who loved him as well as a son and a stepson who both thought he was a superhero. He felt the baby move and smiled. Maybe everything wasn't exactly perfect now, but he could fix that. He would prove that he was the superhero that Jack thought he was.