When Hotch woke up several hours later, Laurel was shaking him. "You need to put your clothes back on and then go upstairs and get into bed," she explained. "I'm getting ready to wake Paige up so we can head to the rink. You and Jack can sleep in, and then you can take him to school."
"Okay," Hotch slowly sat up, pulling the afghan over himself. "What about this couch? It probably needs – "
"Leave it," Laurel told him. "I'll be home for a while this morning and I can clean it up then. Just don't let Jack in here – Okay?"
"Okay." Hotch stumbled sleepily upstairs and soon was fast asleep in their bed.
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It was mid-afternoon when Hotch called his wife. "What's on the schedule for the rest of today?" he asked.
"Well, both of the kids have yoga immediately after school," she told him. "I was planning on picking them up from there and then doing some grocery shopping before heading home for dinner. I know that Jessica is planning on joining us tonight. Would you like to invite Dave, too?"
"What if I pick up the kids?" Hotch offered. "And, what time should I tell Dave to be there?"
"Six," Laurel told him. "And, if you could stop at the sporting goods store and pick up Jack's new kneepads? I just got a call that they finally came in."
"Pick up kids, pick up kneepads, and Dave at six," Hotch chanted. "I can handle that."
Dinner that evening featured lasagna made from a recipe Rossi had shared with Laurel.
"This is so good I would have thought that I made it myself," he praised her.
"And the bottle of wine you brought was definitely a welcome addition to our dinner," Jessica added with a smile.
Later that night, as he disposed of the two condoms they had used, Hotch thought briefly about the previous night on the couch and then, with a self-satisfied smile, he returned to their bed for yet another round.