Blinded by Hate | a.hotchner

Chapter 42

It started mid May. Aaron was starting to get very secretive and almost distant from you. Anytime you went into his office, he was on his computer and he would practically slam it closed when you would enter. You confronted him about it several times, but he insisted that nothing was different.

One day, you walked into Aaron's office at home, which he started using more often about a week ago, "Hey love, dinner's almost ready." You told him, feeling a pang in your chest when he snapped his computer closed.

"Okay, I'll be down in a second." He tried to find a paper to look like he was working.

You didn't respond, you just turned on your heel and walked out with a huff. It felt like he was moving backwards in your relationship, whereas you were staying stagnant.

What if he's finally bored of me, and he's ready to move on? You thought sadly, walking back into the kitchen to pull the lasagna out of the oven. Of course it was Rossi's recipe.

Aaron was soon down, grabbing Jack out of his room on the way. He plopped Jack down in his chair before sitting in his own. It practically drove you up the wall that he was acting like nothing was different.

"It smells delicious, angel." He said, leaning over to kiss you. Even though you were slightly upset, you still accepted his offer.

"Thank you, Aaron." You replied with a smile.

In the split second, you completely forgot about his weird demeanor and let yourself get completely caught up in the moment, but Jack pulled you from your trance, "Gross."

You and Aaron laughed, starting to dig into the dinner you prepared. It was moments like this that confused you. He would act so weird when he was in his office or when he was at the BAU. But at dinner and at night in bed, he acted like nothing was different.

The loud ring of Aaron's phone stopped the conversation, and put you back into your sour mood. Without another word, he pulled his phone out and left the table. You sat silently, listening to his hushed words and his footsteps. A shake went down your spine when you heard his office door forcefully shut.

You tried to ignore the pit in your stomach, but the small tears in your eyes still persisted.

The last thing you wanted to happen, happened. "What's wrong, mama?" Jack asked from across the table, catching the tears forming in your eyes and the sad expression on your face.

Quickly, you swiped the tears from your eyes, "Nothing, sweetpea. Just thinking." You told him, brushing his hair out of his face.

He took that as an answer, turning back to his food and continuing to eat. You really wished that you believed your words, trying your best to take them to heart.

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Later that night, you and Aaron were standing in the shower, letting the hot water wash away your tension. He had his arms around your waist and his bare chest pressed against your back. His hand was resting on your chest, his fingertips grazing against the scars under your collarbone.

You turned to face him, letting your left hand find his face and your right find the letters on his hip.

"Aaron, what's going on?" You asked, for what seemed like the hundredth time.

His face screwed into confusion, "Well, right now, we're standing naked in the shower." He mumbled as he leaned in to kiss you.

Your hand on his chest stopped him, "No, I mean what's going on with you? You've been distant and weird lately." You almost didn't want to say it, but you couldn't deal with it any longer.