Jack
Aaron welcomed his hug trying to be careful of the stitches. "Hey buddy," he answered.
"Are you alright?"
"I am now."
"I was scared when you didn't come home."
"It's alright now," he answered stroking his hair. "She's gone."
"Why did she do it, dad?"
"Because she was a bad girl."
"No-one beats dad," he smiled up at him.
"That's right," Emily smiled stroking her stepson's hair.
"Dave made her go away this time though," Aaron defended.
"Thanks Uncle Dave for saving my dad," he smiled up at him.
"Anytime, buddy, anytime. We'll never let you lose your hero," he answered stroking his hair while carefully holding his sister.
He beamed back up at him. He then noticed the baby in Uncle Dave's arms. "Is that my sister?" he asked.
"Yes buddy, she is your sister," he smiled at him taking a chair.
"Can I see her?" he asked his dad and stepmom.
"Of course you can," they smiled back at him.
He smiled and went to stand as close as he could to Uncle Dave's chair. He looked down in wonder at the little girl. She was absolutely beautiful. She had dark hairs that lay over her scalp though you could still see her scalp. She stared up at him fascinated with her big brown eyes.
"Can I talk to her?" he asked nervously.
"Of course you can. You're her brother," Emily smiled softly at him.
"Will she understand me?"
"Of course she will. She's American just like you, sweetie."
He smiled and turned back to her. He then realised he didn't know her name and shuffled his feet looking down. "What's her name?" he asked nervously.
"Evangeline Mary Hotchner," she smiled, "but you can call her Evie."
He smiled then turned back to his sister. "Hi Evie, I'm your big brother. I love you and hope you'll love me too..." he said kissing her forehead.
"She loves you already, buddy. You're her big brother," Aaron soothed.
He smiled up at him then back at his sister. "I'm going to help mummy and daddy look after you..." He whispered, "Dad's a superhero but don't tell anyone."
Aaron smiled at his son's undying belief in him. It made him feel so much better that even when he'd been hurt and kidnapped his eight year old son believed he was a hero. It meant everything to him.