Polar Opposites ~ Aaron Hotchner

Chapter 8

I sit up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I look over my clock and groan. Six am, again. I step out of bed, slipping on my slippers before walking out into the kitchen. I start a pot of coffee before grabbing a bowl and a carton of eggs.

I hum quietly to myself as I crack the eggs into the bowl. I grab a whisk and begin beating the eggs. It's only six o five so Hotch doesn't have to be up just yet. Plus he's still in recovery. I grab a few spices and add them to the eggs before taking out two frying pans.

I turn on the stove before adding some butter to one pan and oil to the other. I grab two mugs, leaving one out for Hotch before pouring my own coffee. I add my oat milk, vanilla flavoured creamer and a couple sugars before stirring it and taking a sip. I sigh in content as the hot coffee warms my chest. Now to get the bread. I stare at the bread that is for some reason on top of the fridge but at the back. Meaning it's completely out of my reach. I place my coffee down on the counter before walking over to the counter next to the fridge. I look over at Hotch's room, making sure the door is still closed.

I then lift my knee and hoist myself onto the counter. I grab the bread, placing it down beside me before hopping off the counter, a proud smile on my face. I take out four pieces and stick them in the toaster. I turn to grab my coffee but stop as I see Hotch leaning against the counter. His arms crossed around his chest and a smirk on his lips. "You saw that didn't you?"

"Yes, yes I did," He says with a chuckle as he pours his coffee. I internally smack myself before I grab my coffee, taking a quick sip before focusing back on breakfast. I pour the eggs into the frying pan and set the bowl in the sink, running cold water over it. I grab the bacon out of the fridge and put four pieces in the frying pan with oil. I place them back in the fridge before grabbing yogurt and raspberries.

I set the yogurt and raspberries aside as I turn my attention back to the eggs. I take a spatula and move the eggs around a bit, successfully scrambling them. I take out two plates and set them aside. The bing signals my toast is done. I take out the four pieces of toast and place them on the plates. I rub my fingers together to dissipate the heat before quickly buttering the bread. I then grab a pair of tongs to flip the bacon. I quickly flip one piece before taking three quick steps backwards, my back coming in contact with a solid surface. I look up and see Hotch smiling down at me. "Are you that afraid of hot oil?"

"Yes," I answer with all seriousness. He shakes his head and gently takes the tongs from my hands, placing his other hand gently on my waist to move me out of the way before tending to the bacon. My heart feels like it does flips at the feeling of Hotch's hands on my waist. I swallow hard before grabbing the frying pan with the now-finished eggs and distributing them evenly on both plates. As Hotch begins putting the bacon on the plates I work on the dessert aspect of breakfast.

Yes, I have a dessert aspect. I like making breakfast for more than just myself. I grab two cups and place them on the counter before putting two large teaspoons of yogurt in each cup. I reach up into the cupboard and grab the honey almond granola and sprinkle a good amount into each cup before adding raspberries to the top.

I grab two spoons and take both the spoons and the cups to the table, putting one at each end. I then walk back into the kitchen and grab cutlery for both Hotch and me, putting a fork and knife at each end. I turn to walk back into the kitchen but see Hotch grabbing both plates. He puts them at each end. I go to grab the coffees but Hotch stops me. "I got it,"

I sit in my seat, tucking my legs underneath me as Hotch places my coffee in front of me. I mumble a quiet prayer before diving into my breakfast. "Thank you again for making breakfast,"

"No worries. It's nice to make breakfast for more than just me," I cover my mouth with my hand so he can't see the food in my mouth but I can still respond. I take a sip of my coffee, washing my food down. "So, how'd you sleep?"