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Area, Acoustic, Repeat

JJ opened the front door of her house, exhausted after a long day of filling out forms and fighting redundant bureaucracy. The only thing she wanted to do was take a long, hot bubble bath and wash the filth of the day away. She paused as she dropped her bags by the door, hearing the chords of an acoustic guitar. A voice, low and sweet, floated through the air.

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night..."

Curious, she pattered down the hallway to the living room. Taking in the sight, she smiled widely and leaned against the doorway. Her six-year-old son, Henry, sat in the middle of the living room floor, his golden blond hair, swaying as he moved to the music. Next to him, sat her three-year-old daughter, Sophie. She had the same blond hair and blue eyes as her big brother. Sophie had been a last ditch effort to save her relationship with Will, but they were separated before JJ even hit her second trimester. Will moved back to New Orleans, though he remained a constant, if distant, influence in both kids' lives.

"... take these sunken eyes and learn to see."

Sophie was leaning into Henry, giggling, as she tried to escape the tickling hands of her nine-year-old brother, Jack. JJ could picture his brown eyes laughing even as his back was to her. He got no greater joy in life that making his younger siblings smile, no matter what he had to do to get them to laugh. He had taken to having siblings like a duck to water.

"... you were only waiting for this moment to arise."

A soft gasp drew JJ from the three children to an area off to the side of the couch. Her sixteen-month-old daughter, Grace, stood mesmerized by the music. Her soft brown curls were haphazardly thrown into pigtails, a sure sign that Sophie had held helped to fix Gracie's hair. Grace took a few steps forward as if drawn by some unforeseeable force towards the guitar player.

"... take these broken wings and learn to fly."

JJ's eyes tracked the path that Grace was on until her eyes landed the guitar player, his dark eyes lighting up when their eyes met. He never stumbled over the song even as he drunk her in. JJ felt heat rise to her cheeks as her husband of nearly four years raked his eyes hotly over her body. She was instantly transported back to the first time he had given her that look. She was nearly seven months pregnant with Sophie, feeling bloated and exhausted. Hotch had come over with Jack and Chinese food, knowing how overwhelmed JJ was with Will having just moved to New Orleans. He had cleaned up the kitchen, given the boys a bath, and put them into bed to give her some time to herself only to find her crying in her bedroom.

"You were only waiting for this moment to arise."

Hotch wordlessly cradled her face his hands. He wiped away her tears with his thumbs before placing a kiss over each of her eyebrows, on each cheek, before finally placing on gently on her lips. She felt him start to pull away and put her hands firmly behind his neck to hold him. She teased his lips with her tongue until she heard him groan in frustration. She smiled in amusement, allowing him to slip his own tongue into mouth, staking it as his own. JJ could feel her skin practically vibrating by the time he broke off the kiss for air. Hotch took a step back causing JJ to almost tear up in disappointment until he roamed his eyes up and down her, making her feel more wanted than she ever had in her life. That night was the first night they made love.

"You were only waiting for this moment to arise."

JJ bit her bottom lip in an effort to stop the memories from coming as Hotch finished the song. His guitar playing was one of the favorite things about him. It was one that he kept exclusively for their family. She imagined that if she even attempted to tell anyone who knew them about how beautifully Hotch could sing or play, they would laugh themselves into a stupor. JJ was happy, however, to keep it just between the two of them and their kids.

"Repeat, Daddy!" Sophie demanded. "Repeat!"

Hotch chuckled. "Repeat" was Sophie's new favorite word. Hotch nodded towards to the doorway. "Look who's home."

The heads of all four children turned to the doorway where JJ was still leaning.

"Mommy's home!" Henry and Sophie shouted, rushing to her. They both hugged her tightly as she leaned down and kissed the tops of each of their heads.

Jack waited politely for his younger siblings to finish before moving in to give JJ a kiss on the cheek. "Hi, Mom. How was your day?"

"Great now that I got my Jack kiss," she replied. He beamed proudly before bending down to pick Grace up and hand her to JJ. JJ kissed her cheek. "Hi, baby."

"Mama, Da-Da sing," Grace told her, solemnly. "Bird."

"They made me do it," Hotch muttered, maneuvering through the crowd of children to kiss his wife.

JJ subtly squeezed his behind when he was close just to see him blush. "I'm sure they didn't have to try very hard."

Hotch shrugged as he took Grace back. "Do you want to go take a nice bath while I make dinner? You've had a long day and you're growing another baby Hotchner. I'm sure you could use the break."

JJ absently place a hand on her abdomen as she looked down at her eager-faced children. She shook her head with a smile. "I'd rather listen to you play another song and order some pizza."

Hotch grinned broadly. "Any special requests?"

"'In My Life,'" she told him. "It's-"

"-your favorite," Hotch finished. He gave her another quick kiss. "I know."

JJ let Henry and Sophie lead her into the living room. She sat on the floor, against the couch. Henry sat on one side of her. Jack sat on the other, pulling Sophie onto his lap. Grace toddled over to JJ, who gathered her in her arms. They all sat with rapt attention waiting for Hotch to begin.

"There are places I remember..."

JJ glanced around the room at her family, feeling as though she was the luckiest person in the entire world.

END