"This is definitely not what I had in mind," the mother of three agreed, laughing as the older brunette pushed her chair into the table.

When Aaron had asked her out on this date, albeit forced to by their kids, she had been expecting maybe a dinner at a restaurant or even a walk through the park close by that they both knew was a mutual favorite.

But they were in his home, with all six children surrounding them, eating at his dining room table.

It was as if it were a family thing.

Aaron smiled as he sat himself down, pouring an aged Merlot into the wineglass that sat beside Emily's dinner plate. "It was actually the kids' suggestion."

"Your kids or my kids?"

Leaning closer to the woman at his side, the father of three pressed his lips close to the younger brunette's ear. "I actually think they got together and discussed it," he said seriously, smiling when Emily laughed. "Maybe they just want to be here to see how we get along in this setting."

"Knowing my children, there's always an ulterior motive," Emily chuckled, sitting back in her chair.

Jenna and Mitchell watched with close eyes as the adults on the other side of the table, her mother grabbing the green beans and setting some on Matthew's plate while his father expertly folded his daughter's napkin so it sat perfectly in her lap, and leaning into one another, they knew they were thinking the same thing. "They already look like they're parenting together."

The Hotchner boy nodded, his eyes on the brunettes that shared a look when they were done servicing to their kids. "They even look alike. My friend Jane told me that makes a good couple."

Jenna smirked. "Success."

Emily looked away from her date with a smile, her and Aaron's eyes meeting those of their teenagers. "What are you two talking about over there?"

"Nothing."

Brows furrowing, the mother of three frowned. "In unison, are we? I don't like that."

Aaron laughed. "Hatching a plan, probably."

Jenna's head tilted in the most innocent of ways before smiling to the man who had invited them to his house. "Mr. Hotchner, I wanted to thank you for inviting us on your date."

"Well you're welcome, but you pretty much invited yourself."

"Yeah," she smirked, her evil gaze on the couple across from them as she gripped her fork.

Feeling Aaron's eyes move onto her, the brown eyed woman gave an agreeing nod of the head. "I know," the shop owner sighed, sticking her fork into the chicken that her date had cooked for them. "She scares me sometimes too."

"Mommy!"

Emily looked down to the young boy at her side, running her hand over his dark head of hair. "What is it, baby?"

"He kicked me!" Matthew cried, jumping down off the chair and rounding the dining room table before kicking the other boy.

"Ow!" Josh growled at the younger boy before pushing him down. "Stop it!"

Aaron's eyes hardened on the exchange at the other side of the table. "Boys, cut it out."

The middle Prentiss child quickly got up from her seat and pushed at the boy who she had called her friend, pushing hard against his shoulders so he fell back against the wall. "He's my brother! Don't be mean to him!"

"Kaila," the mother chasted, getting up along with her date to get their children.

"Guys quit it," the eldest Hotchner offspring groaned, running to the fighting kids with Jenna at his side to separate them.

"He hurt me!"

Josh frowned at the youngest of the other family and shook his head, letting his older brother hold him back along with Stephanie. "No I didn't."

Matthew's doe eyes filled with tears. "Did too!"

"I didn't!"

Bending down and taking her now crying son into her arms, the brunette woman sighed. "What is with you? Everyone sit back down and eat your dinners."

"I don't wanna!" the Prentiss boy cried, turning and slamming his body into his mother's chest.

Aaron shook his head, untangling a small knot in his daughter's soft hair as he shared a look with the beautiful woman he had invited into their home. "Maybe we should reschedule for another night."

"Yeah," Emily sighed, looking sadly to the older man. "That might be best."

Watching her mom get her younger siblings into the car, Jenna pulled Mitchell to the side and hid behind the tall tree the Hotchners had in their front yard. "I'll call you tonight and we'll make another plan."

"My dad likes your mom too much to give up because our brothers are idiots," the sixteen year old sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Just sit by your phone, ok? We'll discuss exactly what needs to go down, and I mean exactly, and then on Monday I'll pick you up after school and make it happen. Got it?"

Mitchell let himself smile at the evil glint in the other teen's eyes before agreeing to a handshake. "You're scary."

Jenna grinned. "Thank you."