"She'll have a bacon and egg dish, no hash browns and a side of toast with strawberry jelly."

Emily kept her laughter hidden as she shared a smile with the older man. "So you were the one who ordered for me the other night," she laughed, letting her son craw. up into her lap. "You knew exactly what I wanted then, too."

Hotch shrugged, letting his daughter take his hand and trace her fingers along the callouses of his palm. "We've known each other for a long time."

"We have," she nodded, biting her lip. "So, how were they last night?"

"Angels."

Emily narrowed her eyes.

"Ok," the older man laughed, "a handful."

Emily let out a laugh, feeling her son's hands tugging at her necklace. "That's more like it," she grinned, taking Marc's hands in hers and giving him a funny face to try and deter him from her expensive jewelry.

Alisanne looked up to her father. "Papa, do I get food?"

The father of three nodded his head, his hand open wide so the four year old could play with his fingers. "We just ordered your food, remember?"

Emily looked over to the two brunette on the other bench and nodded. "Remember, baby? You're getting oatmeal."

"With blueberries?" she gasped, her dark eyes widening as she looked to her mother.

"A whole bunch of blueberries," the mother of two grinned.

Marc nodded vigorously, turning himself around in his mother's lap and looking to his sister. "We gonna get the same."

"Nuh uh!"

Emily shook her head. "Calm down," she chastised, holding her son tight in her arms. "Ali, you're having oatmeal with blueberries and Marc is getting himself oatmeal with bananas and strawberries."

Hotch put a playful frown on his face. "I should have gotten that."

The four year old boy tried to reach across the table. "I can share with you, daddy!"

"Me too!"

Hotch shared a smile with the woman across from him before nodding his head. "That would be perfect," he grinned, pressing a kiss to Alisanne's head and Marc's outstretched hands. "You two are so generous."

Alisanne kissed her father's chin. "You're welcome."

The brunette woman laughed out loud, picking up her son and setting her down beside her. "I'm gonna head off to the bathroom. Can you watch them alone for a few minutes?"

"Of course."

The waitress bumped into the mother of two as she walked over to another table, and she quickly took her by the arm. "Can I just say, you have the most beautiful family."

Emily burst into a grin, a small giggle escaping her. "Thank you," she smiled. "And there's even one missing. It gets cuter when the eldest is with us."

"I bet."

Hotch thanked the waiter who brought their food and set the right bowls of oatmeal in front of his children, making sure they both had their napkins in their laps before they took the spoons in their hands. "Ready?"

"Gotta say grace!"

"Why don't we wait for mommy?"

Marc groaned, his head slamming back against the booth's back.

"Hey," he chastised, his eyes staring hard into those of his son. "You don't do that."

Emily made her way back to the booth, frowning at her pouting son who sat with his arm crossed. "What's going on here?"

Alisanne looked to her mother with a spoonful of oatmeal between her lips. "Mmm!"

"I don't know if you're calling for me or if you just love your breakfast," the mother of two grinned, "but I think we should all just regroup."

Hotch watched his ex pull their son's arms apart before getting his hand to wrap around the spoon, wiping the pout of his face with a quick shake of her finger. "Time to say grace."

The family made their way to the car thirty minutes later, the feeling of Emily's hand in his etched in his mind as they sat side by side in the front of the car. "So you guys are going to spend a little time with your grandma today."

Emily turned in the passenger seat, shaking the small feet of both of her kids. "Your daddy and I have to go to work for a little bit."

Alisanne frowned. "Why mommy? It's not a school day."

The brunette woman smiled at the slight slur she heard come from her daughter's mouth, having a feeling she had an oat from her breakfast between a few of her teeth, and she bit her lip. "Daddy and I have a meeting with our team, but your grandma has the whole day planned out for you."

The couple dropped off their kids before driving to the BAU, Hotch's hand brushing against the younger woman's as they walked to the elevator. "You think they'll figure it out?"

"No," she sighed, fixing her earrings in the reflection of the metal doors. "They're four, Aaron. They're not going to figure it out."

Hotch sighed, bumping his elbow against the younger woman's. "Thank you for including me."

Emily looked up to the older man and hooked her pinky with his, giving his hand a tiny shake before the elevator doors opened. "Of course," she smiled.