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The morning light filtered through the kitchen blinds, casting soft stripes across the counter where Aaron Hotchner stood, a mug of coffee cradled in his hands. The scent of pancakes and maple syrup still lingered in the air, mingling with the quiet hum of a house slowly waking. Jack's laughter had faded upstairs, leaving a comfortable silence between you and Aaron as you tidied up. He watched you, his dark eyes softening in a way they rarely did, a rare stillness settling over his usually guarded features. The clatter of Jack's footsteps broke the peace, and Aaron set down his mug, turning toward the doorway. Jack appeared, his small hands hidden behind his back, his gaze darting nervously to you. "Jack?" Aaron prompted, his voice gentle. Jack shuffled forward and held out a card, his fi…