Blinded by Hate | a.hotchner

Chapter 43

Right before you headed home from dinner, you got a text from Aaron.

Aaron: Hey, love. Could you grab some kids Aspirin and Pepto on your way home? No rush, Jack's just not feeling too hot.

Y/n: Of course, I'll be home in a half hour.

Aaron: Thanks, love you <3

You quickly made your way to a drugstore, going straight to the pediatric medicine aisle and grabbing Aspirin and Pepto before heading to the counter. Immediately after receiving his text, you started to filter through his breakfast and his lunch you packed him, making sure you didn't give him anything bad or that he didn't like. Nothing.

Jack's unwell state pushed away your anger and replaced it with worry, and you were almost relieved that you could ignore your impending fight for a little while longer. You drove semi-recklessly back to your house, not wanting to prolong Jack's potential sickness.

When you parked, your stomach dropped to your feet. The last person you wanted to see was standing on your front porch.

Emily.

Trying to ignore your rage, you shot out of your car and tried to shoulder past her.

"Y/n, wait. Just stop for one second." She managed to grab your arm before you opened the door.

"Damnit, Em. Jack is sick, can we do this another time?" You growled, yanking your hand from her

She grabbed your shoulder the second time, "No, he's not. I had Aaron say that so that you would come home." Emily told you, which sent a wave of anger over your body.

"You had him lie about his son being sick so that you could talk to me? You could have asked yourself, I would have said yes." You seethed, anger still rolling off your shoulders, radiating from her grip on your shoulder.

"Okay, y/n. Please just take a moment to calm down before you go inside, you won't want to be mad." Her words exchanged your anger for confusion.

"What?"

"Are you calm?" She asked after a moment, confusion still enwrapping your mind.

"If confused is calm, then yes." You nodded, your anger pushed to the back of your thoughts and confusion and curiosity taking over.

When Emily opened the door, you gasped.

The living room and kitchen were covered in lit candles and roses. All the lights were out, the candles giving the room a warm yellow light. The floor had rose petals scattered across it, a path leading through the house and to the backyard.

Through tear filled eyes, you could see a line of framed pictures also leading out to the backyard.

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The first one was one of the pictures Emily took of you and Aaron on the plane; both of you were smiling and looking at each other. He was asking you out on your first date. Under the picture there were words written.

-The first time I asked you out.

The second was a picture of you and Aaron on your date and you could see the outline of your leg reaching toward his lap. Apparently, he had used pictures that were taken by a certain person but in that moment you couldn't give any damns.

-The first time I realized how truly mischievous you are.

Next was a picture of you and Aaron walking out of the elevators at the BAU, your pinky wrapped around his. Both of you were mid laugh in the picture, you could even see his dimples.