Title: Rainy Day's and Chocolate Chips.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit made
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Hotch/Reid, Jack Hotchner
Summary: A rainy day in the Hotchner houshold.
Prompt: Domestic Bliss. Just something fluff and domestic between these two. Bonus points and cookies if Jack is involved.

"I wanna put marshmallows in!" Jack exclaimed, happily mixing batter. He was stood before the counter in the kitchen, covered in flour and standing on a stool that Spencer had spent ten minutes making sure was sturdy enough.

"Marshmallows require an incredible small amount of heat to melt. By the time the cookies are finished, the marshmallows would be burned." Spencer answered patiently. He had suggested making cookies to distract Jack from Aaron, who had been swamped with paper work in the aftermath of Strauss departure.

And a bored child on a rainy weekend was not something that mixed well with concentration. So Spencer had made them, Aaron included, pancakes, took Jack first to the park, then to the grocery store. They had stopped off at a Wendy's for lunch before heading back. Aaron had barely worked though half of what he had to do.

He winced in sympathy for a second before being drawn back to the task at hand.

Jack frowned for a second before asking, "But doesn't chocolate only need a little bit of heat to be melted?"

Spencer's eyebrows raised at that. He never ceased being amazed by how smart and intuitive the little boy could be.

"Actually yes, but do you remember in the grocery store when I said we needed cooking chocolate?" Jack nodded, "Well here, taste it."

As Jack popped one of the chips in his mouth, he made a face, "It's different."

"Yeah. It melts differently than regular chocolate. It's mixed .." He paused. He was getting better at stopping his rants before the got to far, "It'll taste more like the cookies from the bakers."

Jack smiled widely and excitedly dumped the entire super size bag of chips into the batter, completely unconcerned that the bag was labelled as being suitable for up to 20 dozen batches.

Spencer smiled too. He had initially been surprised by how much fun he had with Jack, children usually hated him. But the littlest Hotchner was actually fascinated by the endless fountain of information that made up Spencer's personality.

"Wow! Those are going to be some chocolatey cookies." Said a deep, amused voice from the door way. Looking up and catching Aaron smiling at them contently, Spencer smiled back.

"Ah, why bother with 240 regular cookies when you can have 12 super-cookies?" He joked, laughing. Jack looked confused.

"Why are they super-cookies?" He asked innocently.

Without missing a beat, Spencer said "Because you made them."

Ruffling the boys hair, he instructed him to keep whisking and rounded the counter to press a chaste kiss to his lover's lips.

When Jack asked if he was doing it right, Spencer turned to inspect, he was, and sighed happily when Aaron wrapped his arms around his waist, resting his chin on his shoulder.

"You okay?" He asked, concerned. He knew that between Strauss' issues and Morgan's distrustful behaviour, his lover had been feeling the stress.

Aaron nuzzled Spencer's neck, sighing happily, "I just needed a break. You are so good with him."

Smirking a little, Spencer teased, "Funny, you don't sound surprised."

Aaron just chuckled and nuzzled him deeper. He was gently swaying them from side to side. Spencer was beyond content.

"Is there anything I can help with? Any standard forms I can do?" He asked, eager to lighten his partners burden.

Humming, Aaron answered, "Maybe tonight. Right now, you have cookies to attend to and I should really get back."

Spencer turned in Aaron's arms and stroked his thumbs over his lovers cheeks. "You are leaving that desk at ten and I'm going to make you forget what stress even feels like." He promised, with a salacious smirk.

"Now, there is an offer I can't refuse," Aaron smirked before lowering his smile into something more loving, "I don't think you understand how much easier all that tedium is knowing that you're here. Both of you."

Spencer could think of nothing to say, so instead, leaned in and kissed Aaron deeply. He felt a warmth in his chest when Aaron hummed into the kiss and stroked his hand down his back.

"Eww!" Jack squealed after a moment, causing both men to part, chuckling.

Giving one last smile to the two, flour covered males, Aaron turned and headed back to the boredom of his office.

Spencer returned to his post at the counter, noticing with amusement that Jack had managed to spill batter all over the edges of the bowl.

"Think they're gonna be good?" He asked.

Jack shrugged and, resorting to a 6 year old's logic, dipped his finger in a stuck it in his mouth. He raised his eyebrows and 'Mmm'd' appreciatively.

Statistics on the number of contagions that can be passed on through hands, an explanation on why uncooked batter wouldn't taste the same when cooked, and a list of the bacteria that could be thriving in the uncooked eggs , as well as a million other things, passed through Spencer's mind.

Pushing all of them aside, Spencer smiled widely, dipped in a finger of his own and stuck it in his mouth, delighting in the sounds of the child's laughter.

End.