"Where did you want this?" One of the many problems that come with moving in together is that first time clean up.
"Just let me," the extended object is pulled from his hand and brought into hers.
He rattles of an apology, things had been a little rough since they had made the move from two apartments into one, and tries to make himself busy by sorting out the movies.
"Do you just want Brad Pitt to be his own movie category?" He asks after noticing that half of her movies seem to be just movies with him in them.
She stands up from where she had been crouched down behind the counter. "Yeah that's fine, but leave out Mr. And Mrs. Smith. I wanna watch that later."
He pulls out the case and tosses it on the coffee table behind him.
"When you're done with that, can you get the laundry?"
He slides his last stack into the entertainment center and uses the protruding shelf to lift himself to his feet.
"You alright?"
He'd stopped half way up to close is eyes as his left leg decided to 'fall asleep'.
He keeps his eyes closed and nods.
"You sure?"
He open his eyes, he can hear the concern etched into her voice, and puts his leg down on the ground. "My leg fell asleep."
She nods," okay."
They've always had this perplex relationship. They fight. They hardly ever agree. They push eachother. Yet they're crazy about one another. It took years for them to over come past experiences enough to realize that they can be loved. Then the shocking news hit that the other was the person who loved them.
"You left these in the bathroom."
He's hit square in the face by a pair of boxers. He laughs, souly because if she was mad about it she would have sounded mad. "I'm sorry."
She squeezes past him as he carries their clothes basket to the washing machjne. "Have you worn the ones I got you for Christmas?"
He lifts bag over the lid and dumps the soiled contents inside. "The ridiculous ones that are so bright that they will undoubtedly show through my trousers?"
She smiles, she'd gotten him several ridiculous pairs, and nods.
"Yeah, I'm wearing a pair right now."
She gasps and drops the shirt she had been folding to run over to him and grab at the sides of his jeans. "You're not," she says putting one hand on his hip and using the other to pull his jeans from his hip. "You are!"
He smiles, a smile she can never get used to, washing her with dimples, and let's out his oh-so goofy laugh.
"I can't believe you'd actually wear these." She'd gotten them as a joke, after she'd seen his normal plain colored ones with the strangely designed ones.
He shrugs and reaches above his head to collect the detergent. "They're just boxers."
"But they're like anything you'd wear." She moves around him to the dryer. "You didn't put any dryer sheets in, again."
He shuts the lid and looks down into the dryer. "I could have sworn I did."
Emily shakes her head and tosses two in. "It's fine. I just have to keep reminding myself that you're not used to living with a women."
"HOME!"
Hotch peeks out from the laundry room to see his son and Jessica standing in the living room.
"Hey, buddy. Did you have fun?" Jack had spent the weekend at a friend's house who happened to live in the same neighborhood as Jessica.
Jack, who ignores his father's question to instead ask about Emily. "Where is she? Did you guys get all of the stuff over here?"
Jessica had been very supporting of Hotch's relationship with Emily.
"Hailey was my sister and I loved her dearly but you two would have never worked. She hurt you and you hurt her but that doesn't matter now. You're the only sibling I have left Aaron, even if it's just through a ruined marriage. I want you to be happy. I want Jack to be happy and Emily makes you both so happy. So yes! Go after her! I'll be here! I'll always be here."
"She's in the bedroom."
Jack drops his back and runs past Hotch to get to his bedroom.
"Emily!"
He can hear her little squel as Jack throws himself at the unsuspecting brunette.
"You're gonna live with us!"
When Hotch told his son of the relationship he found himself blindly falling to, there were tears.
He doesn't worry now. He's got a family. He's not his father. He's got a beautiful girlfriend who could one day be his wife. He's got a sister, he'd never had one before, who keeps him straight. A best friend, two even. A support system.
He's got people.
Well next, and last, is "Pillow Talk"
If you have any ideas that would be great cause I dont know what to do!
My new story is up!!
It's called Jet Lag! You should go check it out!!
-S.H.
