Cara glanced over at Hotch as they cooked dinner, and then glanced back at Jack, who was laying on his stomach in the living room, coloring.
"He has your smile, you know," she said quietly.
He turned to look at his son, lips twitching. "And is that a good thing?"
She laughed, the sound making his lips twitch again. "A very good thing." She shrugged, focusing on the pan in front of her. "Of course, you could do it more. Smile, I mean."
"And just yesterday, Penelope informed me that I've been smiling more than usual. Morgan said it creeped him out."
Cara shook her head. "So what triggered all the smiling?"
His eyes slid over to her for a moment before he opened the oven to pull out the chicken. "You, actually."
Her eyes widened. "Me?"
Hotch nodded. "You make it easy to smile."
All she could do was blush.