champagne problems x jemily/hotchniss

twenty-two

salem once again wrote this chapter with little to no sleep in her system so i'll be napping (hopefully) for the rest of this fine sunday🥳

also a little bit of a disclaimer before we start. abuse of any kind should never be tolerated. not everyone has resources or people to vent to. so if any of you feel the need to talk or anything else, my dms are always open. you're not alone

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: minimal swearing, mentions of abuse, mentions of alcohol abuse, slight mentions of physical abuse
word count: 3844

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Emily: "With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come." William Shakespeare.

Emily rolled over on the bed and laid back against the warmth next to her. She sighed in relief before turning around. Emily smiled down at Aaron as he peacefully slept. Her hand came up and pushed back the man's hair. He woke up due to the touch.

"Mmm, good morning," Aaron mumbled. "What time did you get in with Clara?"

"Late," Emily said and smiled. She placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Happy birthday, my love."

"This is a pretty good way to wake up being forty-four," Aaron said and chuckled. Emily settled herself onto his lap as he sat up. "I want to wake up to this for the rest of my life."

"I told you I wasn't the marrying type," Emily said softly. Aaron sighed and tilted his head.

"Maybe you hadn't met the right person to do it with when you made that assumption about yourself," Aaron said and wrapped his arms around Emily's waist. The woman's hands running over the stubble.

"Is this your way of asking me to marry you?" Emily asked. Her confidence was boosting. Aaron brought out the best in her. Everyone around could see that the woman carried herself differently when the two started dating. "Because I'll need a ring."

Aaron chuckled and kissed the woman's cheek. "Now you seem excited about the idea of marriage."

Emily stayed quiet and just wrapped her arm around his neck. The woman kissing him softly before getting up.

"Come on, I'm making you breakfast," Emily said and reached her hand out. The man smiled before grabbing it.

"I love burnt eggs," he said and chuckled.

"I can still be mad at you on your birthday," Emily said and swatted Hotch's arm.

Emily, surprisingly, didn't burn the house down with Hotch's scrambled eggs and blueberry pancakes. The two continued with their breakfast before Emily slipped away and grabbed the tiny box from her purse. She walked up to Aaron and slid it over to him.

"Uh oh," Aaron said and grabbed the box. He glanced up at Emily, who had a proud smile on her face before he opened it. His eyes widened.

"A Rolex?" Aaron asked and looked up at Emily in disbelief. "Holy shit."

"You like it, right? Penelope helped me pick it," Emily said and walked up behind him.

"I love it," Aaron said as Emily kissed the man's head. He turned and wrapped his arms tightly around Emily. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"You picked me," Emily said and smiled. "Okay, any more requests before I close up the kitchen?"

"Just one," Aaron said and pulled Emily in for a kiss. Emily smiled into the kiss. She knew where this was going. The man picked her up and led the two of them onto the couch.