Aaron clasped his hands as he continued staring down to the gravestone that he stood before, smiling at the name engraved in the granite. "She's amazing and completely beautiful. I really like her."
Having contemplated asking out the beautiful mother he had been speaking on the phone with every night, and just five minutes prior, Aaron thought it was time to come and share the news with the woman who had given him his children.
"I know you'd love her," he laughed, his thumbnail poking into his other thumb to try and relieve his tension. "She's just like you in a lot of ways, but then completely different in others. I think she's a good change of pace for me, and all the kids love her already. Maybe if we actually start something, when the time is right, we can come and speak to you together." Bending down, the FBI agent ran his hands over the cold stone and smiled. "Goodnight Haley."
Hearing phone ring once again, Aaron quickly made his way out of the cemetery before picking it up. "Agent Hotchner."
"Dad? Can you come pick me up?"
The father of three walked toward his car and pulled open the driver's side door. "Did you miss the bus?"
"Yeah, but I ran into Jenna and she drove me to the ice cream shop. Can you come get me from here?"
He didn't even have to answer. Aaron immediately hung up his phone and ran across the street, walking swiftly down the city street until he came face to face with the familiar shop. Quickly fixing his hair without looking into the reflecting glass windows of the store, Aaron walked into the space. "Hey," he grinned, looking to the three kids who were sitting together at one of the tables. "What are you guys doing here?"
Jenna raised her hand to greet the older man. "Hi Mr. Hotchner."
"Hi," he replied speedily, immediately going up to the counter to smile at the woman behind it. "Hey," he laughed, reaching out to take the mother's hand and bring her forward so he could kiss her cheek.
Emily grinned, her heart pounding in her chest at the feeling of his lips against her skin. "Hi, how are you?"
"Good," the agent nodded. "But you already know that, we were just on the phone."
Mitchell smirked at the couple from his spot across the shop. "So that's why you hung up so quickly hen we came in?"
The mother of three glared playfully to the teenager before looking back to his father.
"So how are you?"
"I'm good," she breathed, grinning up to the handsome man and handing him the cup of ice cream she made him. "Here, for when you go back to work. I thought you could use a treat for all the hard work you've been doing."
Jenna groaned from her place at the table and immediately stood, walking up to the couple with Matthew on her hip and Mitchell trailing behind her. "Are you going to ask her out or aren't you?
Emily's eyes widened. "Jenna Rose!"
"Oh shut up about it already!" the teenager cried, turning angrily and pointing to the couple that walked into the shop. "Excuse me but you're gonna have to come back later."
Mitchell smirked from behind the sixteen year old. She was good.
"Now," Jenna grinned sardonically to the couple before her. "If you could pretty please ask my mother out so she could stop waking me up every night with her damn phone calls down in the kitchen because she's embarrassed to talk to you in her own bedroom where, wink wink, I think she'd much rather do it."
Emily's breath left her at the words, and she looked up to the older man with wide eyes.
"Emily, would you go out with me?"
Seeing the frightened look on his face due to the strength that the sixteen year old had spoken to them with, the ice cream shop owner chuckled. "Yeah, I'd really like that."
Jenna nodded. "Great. Now I'm gonna drive Mitchell home and get away from you two. Have fun."
The FBI agent turned around and watched as the three made their way to the store's entrance door. "I thought Mitchell said I needed to drive him home."
"Yup, we lied. Bye!"