Running her fingers through her wavy hair, Emily let herself stand from the couch that she had spent the night on. They had gotten to Aaron's home just a moment after ten, and his little boy was already fast asleep. She let him set her daughter up in his only guest room before having a half hour long argument about her sleeping in his bed.

He was a very strange, sweet man.

She held her hand over her mouth to hide her yawn before making her way into the older man's kitchen, her hand reaching for the cabinet where she assumed the coffee mugs were placed.

"'Ello?"

Emily turned at the sound of a small voice, her dark eyes widening at the sight of the blond haired little boy standing there with his fist rubbing at his eye. "Hello?"

The blue eyed boy slowly nodded his head. "Hi."

"Hi sweetheart," she laughed nervously. "Are you Jack?"

He nodded again.

Emily bit her lip as she closed the cupboard door and knelt down before the toddler, smiling as softly as she could as a wave of nervousness washed over her. "Your daddy has told me all about you," she grinned, nodding when his eyes widened. "What are you doing up so early, buddy? It's a Saturday."

Jack's face immediately lit up, smiling up to the strange woman he had found in his kitchen. "Daddy ma'es me cereal."

"Really?" Her jaw dropped in mock surprise at his excitement. "He makes you cereal for breakfast every morning? What kind of cereal?"

"The ones wif da' bunnies."

Emily nodded her head, standing once more and leading the little boy into the kitchen. "Well since your daddy isn't up yet why don't I make you your cereal?"

Jack's hazel eyes widened. "Really?"

"Of course," she chuckled, searching the cabinets for where the FBI agent kept his bowls. "So how old are you, buddy?"

The little boy grinned, holding up two fingers to the brunette woman.

Emily let her eyes widen dramatically, her lips curling into a smile as she found the cabinet that held the bowls and plates. "You're two years old? You look way too big to be only two, Jack."

Jack paused before nodding his head. "I'm almost three, too."

"Oh, ok. You're two and almost three?"

"Yeah!"

Emily kept a grin on her face the entire time she spoke with the toddler, loving how excited he was at such an early time in the morning. She helped him up into his highchair and sat at the table with him, watching as he did his best to pick up all of his cereal with his favorite spoon. "Do you always wake up this early, Jack?"

The two year old shook his head.

"No?" Emily set her chin in her hand, watching as the little boy's eyes looked up to her. "When do you usually get up?"

Jack let himself finish chewing the bits of cereal he had in his mouth before answering the brunette woman. "When daddy gets me."

"Oh that makes sense," she nodded. "Does daddy always come to get you in the morning?"

"Yeah!"

Emily looked up at the sound of footsteps moving towards the kitchen, her heart fluttering slightly at the mused looking man that made his way into the room. "Good morning Aaron."

The older man put on a smile for the brunette he had let into his home. "How'd you sleep?" Before he got a chance to answer, he opened his mouth once more. "Probably not as well as you would have if you'd agreed to take my bed."

Emily felt a smirk pop up onto her face, knowing that he was still holding a grudge for their disagreement the night before. "I slept just fine, thank you. Jack here was telling me about how he wakes up every morning with his daddy."

Jack quickly nodded his head. "Yeah. Daddy wakes me up with him."

The mother of one smiled, nodding along with the young boy that looked her way. "I know."

Aaron smiled to his son and pressed a kiss to his forehead, ruffling the thick head of hair he had. "Did you tell Miss Emily how many days until your third birthday?"

Jack's eyes widened as he looked up to his father. "I didn't, daddy."

"Well that's ok honey," Emily smiled. "Why don't you tell me now?"

Scrunching his tiny brow in concentration, Jack used his free hand to try and count the days on his fingers. "One, two, tr'ee..." He looked up to his father with his big eyes, seeing the amount of fingers he was holding up for him to read. "Seven!"

Emily let her jaw drop. "Your birthday is one whole week?"

Jack giggled as he nodded his head. "I get presents from grandma!"

The father in the room chuckled. "What about your presents from daddy?"

"Grandma," the little boy insisted.

Emily did her best to hide her smirk and stop the chuckle that wanted to rip from her throat at the look of mock sadness on the FBI agent's face. "What does your grandma usually give you?"

"She gived me my truck!"

"A whole truck? Well where'd you park the thing?" She matched the smile of the older man that stood beside the kitchen table as Jack giggled into his bowl. "Maybe you could show it to me later?"

Jack's eyes lit up. "Ok Em'ly."

Aaron gave a small pat to his son's head before making his way into the kitchen, grabbing two mugs from the second cupboard from the left. "Coffee?"

"Please," the brunette woman nodded. She hesitated before slowly standing from her seat, walking up to the man that had taken her and her daughter into his home and set a gentle hand to his shoulder. "I wanted to thank you." Her eyes smiled up to those of the older man. "You didn't have to do what you've done for us."

Aaron ran a hand down Emily's arm. "There's no thank you needed. How's your back?" He remembered her complaining last night before they went to bed about her shoulder being in pain from when she was slammed up against the truck.

Emily shrugged. "Still a little sore."

"I have a friend that has a chiropractor in his building. If you'd like, I could make you an appointment."

The mother of one was quick to shake her head, taking the cup of coffee that he had made for her from his strong hands. "It's not that bad, but thank you." She let him lead her back to the table, sitting down just beside one another as they waited for Amelia to get up and get ready for the day.