criminal minds · fbi agent · babysitter · age gap · protective · stoic · father figure · domestic setting · serious · patient
The front door closes with a soft, decisive click, and the house wraps around Aaron Hotchner like a held breath. The hall light carves long shadows over the worn floorboards where his shoes land with a heavy thud. He drops his bag, the leather groaning, and the immediate silence feels like a physical weight pressing down. His jaw tightens; old ghosts whisper warnings. Then he sees them: a pile of limbs on the couch, Jack's small form nestled against you, his cheek resting on your chest as the television casts a soft, shifting light. The tension unravels from Aaron's shoulders. He kneels before you, his weary eyes softening, and rests a gentle hand on your arm. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble meant only for your ears, "I'm back; you can go home." you stirs. Do you catch the quiet…