Criminal Minds Imagines <3

Why me? (A.H)

*Aaron's POV*

I don't smile much. People think I'm mean or grumpy. I don't smile much. People think I'm too bossy. I don't smile much. My director doesn't like me. I don't smile much. People judge my relationship with my girlfriend. I don't smile much. Why me? What made her want me?

This is the mindset that overrides my brain at 2 A.M when I should be asleep before my alarms for work go off. I can't sleep. Maybe if I do some paperwork I'll get tired enough. I quietly get out of bed and head over to the study. I pick up a pen and start writing.

*Your POV*

I wake up and Aaron is out of bed. I look towards the bathroom and he's not in there. I check the time on my phone: 2:44. He isn't getting ready for work at this time and if there had been a case I'd know about it... although he isn't *at* work, Aaron is definitely working right now. I leave the bedroom and walk to the study at the end of the hall. The dim glow of the lamp illuminated the stack of paperwork on the desk. Aaron is writing slowly and his head is bobbing slightly. I place a hand on his opposing shoulder, "Aaron- come back to bed" "N- not yet *yawns* honey" "Why not?" "I want to finish this" "Babe, that's gonna take you the rest of the night to get through.. why are you doing this now anyway? *yawns*"

*Aaron's POV*

"Just couldn't sleep and thought this would be most productive" I half-lied, "You could've woken me up babe, you know that. We'd talk until you fell back asleep" "I didn't want to disrupt your sleep, go back to sleep Y/N, I'll be in later" "Nope." She forced her way onto my lap, "No more paperwork for you my dear.. what's up with you? What stopped your sleep?" She asked me. "I- it's just- why me?" "What's that supposed to mean, Aar?" "I don't smile much Y/N- I'm older than you by a little over a decade- I get on your nerves- and-," "And nothing Aaron. I don't care if we have an age gap. You may not smile much but atleast I know that when you do it means something. And I get you to smile way more than others do. Everybody gets on my nerves. You're mine babe. I don't care what anybody at work says or random people on the street. You're my boyfriend- and hopefully one day my husband and I better not hear anymore negative things coming out of your mouth about yourself, old man" she ended her sentence with a joke, "Haha very funny" "I know I'm hilarious" "Yes you are hun, but I'm still gonna have to get you back for that comment" I started tickling her and she giggled. I rolled my desk chair away from the table and stood up with Y/N squirming around in my arms. "Heyy! Stop ittt!" Thank goodness Jack isn't home tonight...

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