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It’s been 16 days, 12 hours and 29 minutes since you’ve been in the loving arms of your fiancé.
No, you aren’t in a lover’s quarrel. In fact, you were at an all-time high, having been newly engaged just 18 days, 8 hours and 17 minutes prior.
But dating the unit chief of the Behaviour Analysis Unit meant that the job doesn’t come lightly. If there’s a case, no matter the time, no matter the location, the team would be on the jet within the hour.
Aaron Hotchner had been upfront with this even before officially starting your relationship, having learned that it was almost always the cause of his failed lovelife.
He had tried his best to keep his emotions at bay but even with his profiling skills, your bright personality and friendship slipped through the cracks and into his heart.
How could he not? You have managed to fit into his work and personal space. Something he himself has yet to perfect. It was the laughter and lightness you were able to bring out of Jack and fill his apartment full of warmth. It was the steady eyes and secret handwritten notes you leave in his Go Bag.
"Wherever you go, know that our love for you travels with you. Be safe, my love. Can't wait to see you soon. - Jack & Y/n "
Seeing Jack’s slightly wavy 6-year old penmanship with yours felt right. It’s these signs of a home to return to that recharges Aaron in rough cases.
But you’re only human. And it just so happens to be one of those days that an empty bed feels like an endless downfall.
The spark in your eyes dimmer and every bone in your body craving his touch.
Your phone lights up.
It’s currently 7:43pm and you’re still in the middle of getting ready for the girls night. Officially, the goal of tonight was to reduce stress and let out an end-of-the-work-week frustrations. But you can see past the unusually early and long agenda for the night - the real goal was to get you to forget the past two weeks of “miss yous”.
The reflection looking back at you is a lady dressed to the nines - your dress was flawless, your shoes while slightly heeled, had a secret (as Aaaron likes to call them) foam cushion insoles - perfect to whatever the girls have planned and without the worry of blisters.
On the outside, you’re ready to go but the mood isn’t right. This felt like plastering wallpaper on the cracks.
{Tryna decide tryna decide
If I really wanna go out tonight
I never used to go out without ya
Not sure I remember how to
Gonna be late gonna be late
But, all my girls gon have to wait 'cause
I don't know if I like my outfit
I Tried everything in my closet}
You know they mean well, but tonight is not the night. Slumping back onto your bed, twisting your ring idly. You don’t want to be the downer to their party nor are you in the mood to be hit on at the club so you text a quick apology.
{Nothin' feels right when I'm not with you
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choos
Takin' them off 'cause I feel a fool
Tryna dress up when I'm missin' you
Imma step out of this lingerie
Curl up in a ball with somethin' Hanes
In bed I lay
With nothin' but cha T-shirt on}
Wearing Aaron’s shirt while he’s away on a case became a regular thing near your one-year anniversary. The team had gotten a case up in a fishing village in Alaska and was informed that there would be little mobile.
Since he won’t be able to update you as often as he likes, Aaron devised this deal.
“Here.” He had said, placing one of his home shirts on your lap. “It’s for when you miss me, wear it and it would be like I’m right there with you.”
“Aww, I didn’t know you could be this cheesy.” You say, smirking at him. “I love this side of you.”
Aaron helps you get your head through. “Miss me already?”
“Always” Pecking his dimple. “And this-” You continue, grabbing his phone from his back pocket. “Is something for you.”
That right there frozen in time, a moment of full domesticity, a scene filled with love - Just you and him, wrapped in each other’s arms. Aaron Hotchner, a man people rarely see smile - now has a lockscreen of lovestruck eyes and an infectious smile with you in his clothes reflecting the exact same expression.
{Gotta be strong gotta be strong but I'm
Really hurtin' now that you're gone
I thought maybe I'd do some shoppin'
But I couldn't get past the door an
Now I just don't know, now I just don't know If I
Ever really gon' let cha go
And I couldn't even leave my apartment
I'm stripped down, torn up about it}
It was a dip of the bed that brought you out of your slumber.
“Sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Your eyes were still adjusting to the dark room, but you would know that voice from anywhere. “Aaron? I'm dreaming?”
“No, y/n. I’m really here, I’m home.” He whispers, pulling you close to kiss your forehead. Aaron missed your touch, your voice - he would want to hear about your days but seeing that it was 4am, he is fine settling for second best which is being wrapped around in your arms.
As he snuggles to your chest, the pattern of what you're wearing catches his eye. “So, my old academy shirt huh?”
“Shut up, it’s cause I missed you.”
“I missed you too”
{Curl up in a ball with somethin' Hanes
In bed I lay
With nothin' but cha T-shirt on
With nothin' but cha T-shirt on
With nothin' but cha T-shirt on ('cause I missed you, 'cause I missed you)
With nothin' but cha T-shirt on (said I missed you baby)}