Just an FYI: Tomorrow's chapter might be posted on Sunday. I have five hours of rehearsal followed by a play that I'm filming, so it might be a bit crazy.
Love y'all!
Little Henry LaMontagne slept soundly on his mother's lap, his blonde locks falling in a tangled mess onto the couch cushions beside them. His innocent, serene face lay facing JJ, and she let her thoughts wander, as they often did, to why she did her job, why she risked herself to protect those she'd never see again. In part, it was because she was fighting for justice, but, in truth, it was for Henry, for Jack, and for all the young children she'd ever met. It was for Garcia's future children, and Reid's future baby geniuses, and even the children she'd never meet.
It was her duty as a mother to protect her son. She brushed her hair gently through Henry's hair, not even noticing as the cushion dipped under her until Will captured her mouth in a gentle, chaste kiss.
"Are you thinkin' again?" Will asked, smiling at his wife's bright blue eyes, one of the most prominent features that she'd passed to Henry. JJ nodded, stroking Henry's blonde hair gently as they sat together.
"I was thinking about the job again," JJ said quietly. Will chuckled lightly.
"You're as married to it as you are to me," he stated. JJ's face turned defensive, until she noticed the humorous glimmer in Will's bright eyes. She slapped him playfully as he smiled, following her gaze towards their son. In moments like this, they weren't Agent Jareau and Officer LaMontagne, they were just JJ and Will, with their son, their inspiration, lying across their legs.