I lost myself loving you || a.hotchner

18

The next few days were really good. Aaron had seemed more relaxed, he wasn't even pushing himself super hard and we both were still basking in the excitement of being newly engaged. Anytime we sat down to watch a movie, or if I was handing him something, or even just randomly, he'd grab my hand, admire the ring he had put onto my finger and then just smile at me before pulling me into a sweet kiss.

But once we sat down with Rossi to talk about wedding planning again, I could tell he was getting stressed by how irritable he was clearly being. I understood, he worked hard and then coming home and having to think more was difficult sometimes, especially on days where he had meetings plus his reports and then having to also go over everyone elses reports, wasn't exactly stress free. He also really hated making decisions in general. So after Rossi had left, we had went over color themes and what not, which hadn't gotten very far, I sat next to Aaron, placing a hand on his back.

"Baby I know you're stressed from work and this only adds to it, you don't have to help plan, Rossi and I can go over it and then just run it back to you to see how you feel and then we could make adjustments from there if thats easier?" I asked gently and the pout on his face made me raise my eyebrows. I never thought I'd ever see Aaron Hotchner pout ever in my whole life of living. So he really isn't in a good mood. He kinda looked adorable I couldn't lie.

"You're getting married to me, not him." He says and I couldn't help but laugh at that and he furrowed his eyebrows at me, clearly upset that I'd laugh at that. "Yes of course I am baby boy. I mean, hello?" I say, wiggling the finger with the ring on it hoping to get atleast a semi smile but he was just being.. cranky. I had no other word for it except that. "Yeah so I need to help plan it. Otherwise what's the point?" He says, a slight attitude undertone to his words and I just softly sighed with a chuckle.

"Aaron, baby you work so hard. Harder than anyone I've ever met. You had two meetings today with Strauss which is draining within itself plus all the paperwork was due to be handed in on her desk today so you were knee deep in reading all our stuff from today on top of the work you got to do yourself. I can tell you're irritated and you want nothing more than to just relax." I say and he was silent, and I let him do so, not wanting to start an argument. We have been good with that and I can proudly say I'm very proud of us.

"Do you need space right now or do you just not want to talk about it?" I ask and he turned to look at me. "Don't talk to me like I'm a child." He says a bit harsher than I think he meant because he kinda flinched after the words left his mouth, a look of regret upon his face that turned apologetic. He went to open his mouth to apologize but I stopped him by putting my pointer finger on his lips, a signal to let me speak first.

"I'm communicating. I'm not being condensending, I'm asking what you need." I say more sternly and he brushed my hand off his back and looked back down at his hands. Damn he really is moody. "I don't know I just, talk later?" He asked and I nod. "Can I kiss your cheek?" I ask softly and he nodded his head slowly. I wanted to just wrap him up and help take all his worries away but I didn't want to push it so I just simply gently caressed his face, pressing a soft and short kiss upon his cheekbone.

"I am here for you if you need to talk. I'll let you sort through your thoughts, I'll be up in our room okay?" I say and he just nodded. And a half hour later he came back up, an apologetic look on his face. "I'm really stressed about the wedding because I want it to be perfect for you and I want to help make it perfect for you but I feel stupid when we're talking about color schemes and how many tiers the cake should be and what color chairs should go with what and.." He took a deep breath from rambling before he sat down besides me, resting into my side and I immediately wrapped an arm around him, sighing contently at being able to hold him like I've wanted to do.