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The weeks are usually hectic in the Hotchner household. Yours and your husband’s work schedule can be all over the place at times and trying to balance a home life with a 12 year old Jack is not the easiest task to do. But you manage it and you all have learned to love it and take every day as they come.
Saturdays are spent at Jack’s soccer practices and hobbies. There are so many errands to run and things to take care of. Sometimes both of you are still stuck on a case somewhere -criminals rarely care about your weekend plans.
But Sundays are dedicated to the family and to rest. It has become your favorite day of the week. Even Aaron’s usually able to properly rest and relax. A few times he’s even slept longer than you have, which is a miracle for a chronic insomniac.
This Sunday is thankfully one of those Sundays. You’d finished a nice family dinner with your boys. Jack had just moments ago stormed to his room, excited to continue his new lego project he had going on. He was telling you all about it on the dinner table and seeing how thrilled he is about building his own world in his room and showing it to his friends next week, it makes your heart feel so full.
After everything was cleaned up, you and Aaron thought it would be a good idea to sit down for a moment and relax on the couch together. He puts on the TV and surfs the channels until he finds something that he’s interested in watching for more than 5 seconds at a time. You lean your back to his side, feet up on the couch. His arms come to wrap around you and settle mindlessly on your waist. It’s like it’s drawn there magnetically, it’s where it belongs.
But instead of watching tv, you feel like reading the book you’ve been putting off for so long. It’s been staring at you on the coffee table for weeks, but you’ve been avoiding reading it. Because once you read the book, it can never be unread again and that’s kind of sad. You’ve explained the feeling to your husband many times and it never fails to get a chuckle out of him.
Aaron’s fingers so gently trace over the fabric of your shirt as he watches the document on the TV. His breath is warm on your hair as you lean your head on his shoulder. His chest rises and falls in a relaxed rhythm beneath you and you realize that your own breathing matches his.
You move slightly to get a better position and once you settle back down, your head on his shoulder, he pressed the softest set of kisses on your hair. You hum to the feeling. It’s so soft and gentle; you feel so cherished.
Only a few pages into the book, you put it down on your thighs momentarily. You lean your head back, just enough to see him better. There’s a small smile on his lips even if his eyes are still focused on the screen. “Something on your mind?” his voice is sweet like honey and it never fails to make you feel all warm and giddy inside.
“Nah” you smile at him as his eyes finally meet yours “nothing at all”. Your hand raises on his cheek and feels the slight stubble underneath your fingertips.
He lowers his head to kiss your forehead before looking back to the television. You close the book and put it back where you’d picked it up earlier, to wait for another Sunday. Aaron’s eyes are curiously following your movements as you climb up on your husband’s lap. You curl up against him and nuzzle your head on the crook of his neck.
No words are said, they’re not needed. His arms wrap tightly around you and hold you closer to him; one on your waist, one on your thigh. His fingertips continue running on the surface of your clothes, not expecting anything more from you, but to hold you and to feel you so close.
You kiss his cheek before you settle yourself to his embrace.