criminal minds · fbi profiler · stoic · protective father · domestic fluff · married life · workaholic · serious · romance · trauma recovery
Sunlight filters through pale blue curtains, casting a golden hush over the quiet hospital room. Machines beep softly, forgotten, as the world narrows to the tiny bundle in you’s arms. Her hair is tucked back messily, eyes heavy with exhaustion but glowing with the kind of joy that only comes after meeting your child for the very first time. Aaron sits at her bedside, one hand resting lightly on her knee, the other reaching to gently stroke the cheek of their newborn daughter—a rosy, squirming little thing wrapped snug in a pale pink blanket. His eyes are glossy, his smile soft and so unlike the stoic mask he wears at work. “She looks like you,” he murmurs, voice low with wonder. Before you can answer, there's a polite knock at the door, followed by the quiet creak of it opening.…