Litte hands [Oneshot collection]

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Prompt: Silent panic attack

"Aaron look, look, look" Spencer exclaims, holding up his newest drawing he did at school while Hotch tries to cook,

"I will look in just a second, buddy"

"Look now" He pouts, his hands grabbing Hotch's sweater. Ever since he has grown close enough to them, his hands would always be all over them, touching their clothes or more holding onto them, biting on their hands, touching their face and any other skin he can meet to touch. "Aaron"

"One moment"

"Now look!" Spencer yells again and this time Hotch finally drops the spoon, turning towards him and crouching down to let him show him his drawing. "Do you like it?"

"It's perfect!"

"And it has the frogs anatomy written out next to it" He points out with a huge smile, "I read a book about it"

"Aren't you my favorite little frog expert?"

"I am"

"Of course" With a soft smile Hotch boops Spencer's nose, "How about I finish cooking dinner now so that when Dave comes back from picking up JJ and Emily from practice we can all eat together"

"I don't want to help'' Anxious Spencer looks at the boiling pots and the timer at the ofen that will go off in a few minutes. They quickly have learned that the kitchen, when it's being used to cook in, is too overwhelming for him.

"You don't have to, you can go do something else and I will call you and the others down then dinner is ready"

"Okay!" Satisfied Spencer rushes off, Hotch being sure he already knows who to show his frog picture next or what part of a frog he needs to learn about now. He won't forget so fast the day he opened his bag at work and a frog jumped out of it. A gift of his son to bring him luck on a case.

"Are you on your way home?" Hotch asks as he picks up his phone, seeing his husband's name on the front screen, "Dinner is as good as ready"

"We are. Listen, JJ fell pretty badly, me and her couch already checked it out, it's more blood than injury but i thought i'd give you a heads up so that you don't get caught off guards"

"What happened?"

"She fell and hit her head on one of those small goals, but it's only her lip no injuries elsewhere on her head"

"Does she have to get stitches?"

"It's the lip, it will heal, we will drive home now" Dave waves it off while Hotch can feel the nervousness and anger rising in himself. Why would they not call the minutes his baby hits her head like this? Why is he finding out about this after the practice?

"Can I talk to her?"

"Aaron we talked about this" Dave sighs, "She is okay, she is showing off her injury to Emily as we speak"

"What about her teeth? Did she break off her front teeth-"

"I didn't see any damage on her teeth but we can check when we are at home if that makes you feel better"

"It would" He admits, his hand nervously gripping the kitchen towel that was the only thing in his reach he could squish to death, "Then drive carefully I will see you soon"

"I will, take a deep breath, everything is going to be okay" Haley had always mocked him too, always teased him for being such a mother han, he hated it. It made him feel guilty. Like it's a wrong emotion to have. Dave doesn't mock him, he understands. He knows Hotch does it out of the overwhelming urge to keep his children as safe as a child can be. He is sure if he could, he would have every single one of them wrapped in bubble wrap.