when i'm in a room with you,
that missing piece is found,
when you're by my side darling,
nothing can bring us down.
criminal minds fan fiction
grumpy x sunshine
slow burn
friends to lovers
aaron hotchner x oc
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TW: case talk (kidnapping, violence)
Hotch's POV
Something was poking me.
I wasn't late waking up, I knew that, but I shouldn't have left my phone downstairs, that wasn't smart, my brain knows that. But for other reasons, specifically, reasons involving other body parts, it was extremely smart.
"Aaron." The voice was so quiet that I almost didn't hear it, but it was there, I wasn't dreaming it.
Stretching my arms behind my head, I slowly open my eyes, almost jumping out of my skin when I'm met with Colette's face right up against my own.
"Hello," I say with confusion.
"Hi." She greets back with a grin.
Blinking sharply, I clear my throat and look around. I'm in Ada's bed, that's good, if I wasn't then I would be very confused. Ada is lying next to me on her side, facing away, with almost the entire blanket pulled over her. Well, that'll explain why I'm cold.
I look back to Colette. She's sitting cross-legged on my chest in her pyjamas, how she managed to get into that position without waking me up is beyond me. Her face is still touching mine, her brown eyes seeming to not blink as she stares me down. I've never known a 2-year-old to be so intimidating.
And she's still poking me.
"Good morning Coco." I say, "Do you think you can stop poking me, please?"
She jabs my chest harder.
"Ow."
She has the audacity to laugh.
"Do you know what time it is?" I ask her, closing my eyes again as I imagine being asleep right now, without a toddler straddling me like I'm a donkey at a fairground.
"It's good morning." She responds, physically pulling my eyes open with her fingers until I'm looking straight back at her.
"Oh right," I mutter, "2-year-olds can't tell the time."
"You've not been here before." She tells me, grabbing onto my cheeks.
"In Ada's bed?" I mumble, "You're right."
"Why are you here? Don't you have your own bed in your house?"
Wow, she's brutal.
"I do have my own bed, yes. But Ada and I like spending time together." I respond, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand.
"Doing what?" She asks innocently, twisting my hair in her fingers.
My hand halts, "Err. Nothing. Now, what are you doing up?" I ask, changing the subject into less dangerous territory.
"I woke up," Coco responds simply, as if I had asked her the most ridiculous question on the planet.
