𝐔𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫 (1)

Teaser

*Just thought I'd put a little teaser here so you can decide if you'd like book 2! Love you guys <3

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Waking up next to Aaron never got old. My eyes hadn't even adjusted to the daylight streaming through the curtains and pooling onto the wooden floorboards and his lips were already on my skin. I smiled despite the weight of sleep blanketing my body. At that moment, I didn't want anything to change —I wished that I could stay like that forever. But, unfortunately, life called. In an effort to stir myself from my slumber, I concentrated on the burn of his touch.

When we officially started dating, I was afraid that I'd lose the electricity I felt when his fingertips grazed my skin or the butterflies that danced in my stomach whenever he said my name. I was afraid we'd fizzle out and settle for something...mundane. But Aaron had rendered my fears ridiculous because, even now, his touch made every cell in my body restless with furious, excited energy.

"Addy, you have to get up," He moved so that he was on top of me, propping himself up with his elbows on either side of me, "It's time."

I groaned softly as I snuggled down further into the pillow. "Just five more minutes," I murmured, but I opened my eyes in spite of myself, roping my hands around his neck and pulling his body against mine as our lips met.

"Okay," he kissed me back, a smile playing on his lips, "Five. More. Minutes." Each of his words were separated by a kiss.

But Jack and Rosie had other ideas.

"Momma?" Rosie's sleepy voice, which sounded from the hall, was accompanied —seconds later— by the sound of the door opening.

Both of them barged into the room. Hotch and I quickly detangled ourselves and sat up. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and took in their tired faced and messy hair, smiling softly to myself as my heart swelled at their sweet faces.

It hurt to love them this much.

It scared me because I knew, from working at the BAU, that love was a weakness. And that meant that I had two very penetrable weaknesses. But working at the BAU had also taught me that love was a strength: it gave you something to cherish, something to fight for and something to live for. It was as vital to humanity as breathing. A life without love set people up for failure. I had seen it far too many times where good kids were corrupted by their shitty parental figures and their twisted version of love.

"Hi, sleepy monster," I whispered to Rosie, holding my arms out to her, "Come here, monkey." I turned to Jack, "Good morning, buddy. How'd you sleep?"

He chose to ignore me and I suppressed a sigh —troubled by his recent change in attitude.

Rosie sleepily wandered up to me and I enveloped her in an embrace before pulling her into the bed with me as she giggled groggily. Hotch laughed fondly at the little girl he had grown to love as his own and reached over to smooth down her wild hair. She had gotten so big, I couldn't believe that her seventh birthday was just around the corner. My heart ached whenever I thought about her growing up. I wished she would stay young forever —that way I could protect her from all the terrible things that came with growing up.

"Good morning, buddy," Hotch tried to rouse Jack from his mood.

Jack greeted us with a much more preteen-appropriate, frosty reception. He rolled his eyes and murmured something incoherent before turning to his Dad, "I can't find my lunch and my science project hasn't dried yet," he muttered.

Aaron sighed, rubbing circles in his temple with his fingers, "Can we transport it in a box?" He suggested. 

I giggled at their incompetence and whispered so only Rosie would hear, "Boys." My fingers combed through her curls, ready to plat them so they wouldn't tangle during the day, "Your lunch is in the fridge, Jack, and you can use my hairdryer to set the glue. Do you want me to get it for you?"