❝ 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫
𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 ❞ | mature
Too many arguments too much tears, they foreseed how it will end. Their break up was a mutual agreement and so was what came after.
Six months afte...
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He had to be a product of her imagination, a character from one of the cheesy, unrealistic movies she liked to watch when she was upset. There was no reason to believe that Aaron Hotchner was a real, living man.
She used to see him so often in her mind, every part of him constantly running through her thoughts, healing her when she needed it and causing her to fall into embarrassing moments of silent daydreaming when she least expected it. But then they broke up, and since she couldn't get rid of him completely, he became nothing more than a silhouette pacing aimlessly in her mind— an unrecognizable figure with no purpose other than to amplify her grief over what she had lost, and she couldn't find comfort in back then.
Experiencing that feeling of happiness once again, after so long of dealing with only vague memories of a man she once believed she had lost forever, mended something inside her.
It was still hard to believe that this happiness was hers again— that she got to have him look at her exactly as he used to, so lovingly so softly that it almost made her blush.
"Alright, just spill it" she said, rolling her eyes as she got off his lap and put her shirt back on, sitting beside him on the bed. Aaron smiled softly and played with her hair, twirling a piece around his finger and reshaping it into a perfect curl.
"This might come out of the blue" he laughed, grabbing her legs to place them over his lap as he drew patterns on her skin with his fingers.
"I know I didn't tell you this, and I wanted you to know..." he took a big breath "you wouldn't be ruining anything by telling me you were pregnant, Em" he said with a tearful smile. "Getting this news would have made me so happy." He kissed her hand and noticed the surprise on her face; he knew it was the last thing she expected him to bring up.
But Aaron realized he never contradicted what she had told him back then—that she didn't want to ruin his new relationship. Now, he found himself unable to leave it that way.
"I would have loved that, to raise that baby..." He lifted her chin, keeping her gaze steady. "With you... with Jack... I..." Aaron sighed, not wanting to finish the sentence, knowing it wouldn't be necessary. He kissed her forehead. "I just would have loved that." He decided to sum it up with that statement.
Emily wasn't sure why it made her feel worse, but perhaps it was because she now finally knew he wouldn't react negatively to her pregnancy. Maybe she felt worse because she realized that if she had told him the truth in time, he wouldn't have pushed her away; he would have been a part of that experience. She had a feeling that if he had been with her, she wouldn't have lost her baby, his presence would have changed the circumstances.
It was an unsupported theory, and she couldn't rewind to find out, so she changed her mindset, focusing on what it meant: that he liked the idea of having a baby with her and that it was important for him to clarify that.
