Hotch slowly made his way down the hall and stood outside the open doorway of his son's bedroom. He had watched Emily walk in not a minute after he had screamed, and he wanted to see what she was telling their son.
He laid his ear against the wall and listened in.
"Why did daddy swout at me!" Jack wailed. Hotch's heart ached for his son. He peaked into the room to see Emily hugging Jack. She was smoothing down in hair and rubbing his back.
"Daddy didn't mean to scream at you sweetheart. He just got a tiny bit angry."
"But why?"
Emily sighed and laid Jack down. She sat beside him and rubbed her hand up and down his arm.
"Sweetie, do you remember us asking you if you would like a baby brother or sister?"
Jack's face immediately lit up and he nodded vigorously.
"Um, well, it might take a little longer than we thought."
"But mama, didn't you say they were aweady coming?"