Moon Song / Hotch x Reader

part six: punisher

Three years. Three years of therapy. Three years of working cases together. Three years of Hotch trying not to burst a blood vessel when officers attempted to ask me out, and I politely shut them down. Three years of co-parenting. And three years of learning how to communicate and love each other in a healthy way. It wasn't easy, not one part of it, but it was worth it. Because we're okay. Better than okay, actually. We made it out. Together. With minor casualties of course, but we fucking made it.

Haley married Todd two years ago, and they welcomed a little girl named Emma about a year ago. Haley and I have become friends, she helped me learn what it's like to be a mom and I go to her when I have questions about Jack and how to handle certain situations. She lets me babysit Emma too, and I'm obsessed with that little girl. It makes me wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn't had a miscarriage.

I'm getting ready to go out for dinner, and since JJ had hinted that I might want to look nice I slipped into a pretty sky-blue dress. Aaron is downstairs putting away the dishes, I can tell that because it's louder than all get out. He tries to be gentle, but I think he just hates putting the dishes away, so he rushes to get them done as fast as possible. Since he's preoccupied, I dig around in the under-the-sink cabinet, reaching for a box in the back. I rip open the pregnancy test, pee in a cup, and wait. I'd been feeling off lately, my period was a few days late, and I just wanted to make sure. A couple of minutes pass and I turn the test over.

"AaRON?" My voice cracks as I shout his name.

"Coming!" He shouts back and I hear him jog up the stairs. He pushes the door open and sees my hands shaking. "Y/N, what's wrong?" I can hear the panic in his voice.

"I'm pregnant," I whisper, picking up the positive test on the counter and showing him. I watch him closely, as several emotions flash over his face and he's trying to hold back a grin, always waiting for my reaction.

"And how do you want me to feel about that? Whatever you want to do, I'm on board with you one hundred percent."

"I want this baby so fucking bad," I say, starting to cry. "After the first one, I felt so lost. I thought I would never get pregnant again." He grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly.

"I was going to wait to do this until we got to dinner, but I think the universe is telling me to do it now." I watch as he gets down on one knee, fishing a small box out of his pocket. I start to cry even harder.

"Oh my god, you are not – what – I – "

"Y/N Y/LN, will you do me the biggest honor of my life? Will you marry me?"

"Yes! Oh my god yes, of course!" He slides the ring on my finger, gets up, and kisses me deeply, not seeming to mind that I can't stop crying and my nose is running. We break apart and he rests his forehead on mine, a hand on my stomach.

"Whatever happens, no matter what, I will be here for you, always. I'm never leaving. You are my heart; you are my home. I love you."

"I love you too," I whisper thickly. He kisses my forehead, then bends down and kisses my abdomen. I laugh and the smile he shoots me is so bright I almost feel like I could fall over from the force of it.

"Okay, so you have two options. The dinner we originally planned where there may be some familiar faces." He winks at me, and I laugh again. "Or, we can call it a night, have some steamy sex, and watch a movie?"

"Wow, that's a hard choice." I pause, then say, "Let's go see our friends." I take a step back to wipe my tears and blow my nose. "But I'm still expecting steamy sex later, regardless." He laughs loudly and promises that he'll live up to my request. I smooth my dress down as he dials someone on his phone.