Hotch let Emily take his seat before climbing the steps up to his son's room, knocking gently on the wooden door. There was a faint come in, and Hotch slowly opened the door, finding his son sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Hey bud. Mom said you wanted to talk."

Jack looked up to see his father closing the door before leaning against it. "Yeah. Well I already talked to her about Uncle Spencer and her fucking in the kitc-"

"Jack, don't use that word."

He nodded dumbly as he stood on front of his father. "Yeah, I know. I'm already grounded for a week on that by mom. Anyway, we talked about that, and you four being in some kind of huge relationship. Like, some big monogamy marriage."

Hotch nodded slowly, sitting down on his son's bed, bringing his son down with him. "Alright well listen to me. It is a big, and very odd, sort of relationship, but we do want to try this. I do have some ground rules for you and the others so you don't have to walk in on anything again. I know how awkward that must have been."

"Dad, I had to run Cat outside so she wouldn't see and/or hear anything."

Hotch smirked before nodding. "Well, always knock on both me and mom's bedroom door, so you don't, um… get traumatized. And that goes for the guest room too." Seeing Jack nod, he continued. "Stay in your rooms in the morning until at least nine, because I don't know what the others will be doing. And they could be anywhere."

"Like mom and Unc-"

"Do you really want to keep that in mind?"

Jack shivered as he shook his head. "No, not really."

Hotch smiled and let out a laugh before smoothing down Jack's shaggy blond hair. "And if you hear anything that you know is… uh, inappropriate related, turn up the music volume or the TV volume."

Jack nodded. "You gonna tell this to every other kid, or am I gonna do it?"

"Well-"

"And what about Lily? What are you gonna tell her? And what is she gonna think when she comes home from camp tomorrow? That you're all in one big orgy?"

"Jack!"

He slumped in his bed, his shoulders sagging. "Sorry."

"I'm going to tell Lily everything, because you know she'll freak out if she finds out from your mother."

"Dad, she's sixteen. She freaks out if either of you are doing anything remotely weird or stupid around her or her friends."

Hotch stared down at his son, narrowing his eyes. "When do we do stupid things?"

"Always! When our friends are over and you talk to them about anything and everything, when mom is singing and dancing when she's cooking, and you just have to join in. ESPECIALLY when you guys are all lovey-dovey and everyone of our friends is staring at mom."

"Why are they staring at mom when we're, uh… being intimate?"

"Because they think she's hot."

Hotch smirked and nodded as he ran a hand through his dark hair. "Yeah she's pretty ho-"

"DAD!"

Hotch's laugh was loud as he stood from his son's bed. "Ok I'll tell you what."

"What?"

Hotch looked down to his son, smirking at the boy's arrogance. "Me and your mom will try not to be all 'lovey-dovey' as you put it, around you friends, IF you clean out the garbage disposal for the next month."

"But dad-"

"Hey! That's the deal."

Jack took a moment staring at his hands, before sighing dramatically. "I guess."

Hotch smiled as kissed his son's head before quickly walking out of the room, and jogging back down to the rest of the family."