3 am - aaron hotchner

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Jack was staying at a friend's house that weekend so you and Hotch could get your new house moved in. You knew Jack would be bored out of his mind watching the two of you unpack boxes and move furniture.

It was 3 am on Saturday when you were finally down to your last box, which sat right in the middle of the living room. You and Hotch sat down on the couch with glasses of wine, staring at the box. A comfortable silence fell over you. You were almost there...fully moved in to your first house together. The thought made your head light from excitement.

"What's in it?" Hotch asked.

"I actually don't know, my mom gave it to me when she was here last week and said not to open it until we moved in," you said curiously, wondering what it might be. You were proud of yourself for not peeking inside already.

Hotch pondered it for a moment, "Does it go in the living room?"

"How would I know if I don't know what's in it?" You giggled.

He rolled his eyes, "Okay, Sassy Pants, why don't we just open it?"

You took another sip of your wine before setting it on the coffee table along with his. The two of you stood up and made your way over to the box.

"On the count of three?" You asked, crouching next to it.

Hotch chuckled, "Sure."

"Okay, 1...2...3!" You pulled the brown flaps open and gasped.

It was your mother's old record player, which she had restored at an electronics shop. Packed in next to it, she had both vintage and new vinyl records, with a note perched on top. You pulled it out and opened it.

Dearest Y/N and Aaron,

I was going to give this to you for your wedding, but your first house seemed like a more appropriate occasion. All the old records were mine, as well as a few from my mother, and I've included a few new ones that I knew you would like to get your own collection started. I hope you both enjoy it as much as I did, and maybe can use it to educate Jack about the good old days :)

Lots of love,
Y/M/N

You were beaming as you looked up at your husband, wordlessly handing him the note. He read through it and smiled.

"That's really special," he said, his eyes sparkling just from watching how excited you were.

"Where can we put it?" You asked, standing and looking around the room.

"That table's empty, you said you were going to put a vase or something there?" He suggested, pointing to a little table under the living room window.

"It's perfect!" You exclaimed.

You made quick work of setting up the record player on the table, placing the stack of records on the coffee table until you could find something better to store them in.

"Shall we put one on?" You asked, watching Aaron as he looked through them.

"Mhm," he hummed in agreement, "Close your eyes, though. It's a surprise."

You grinned, covering your eyes with your hands as you listened to him cross the room and take the record from it's sleeve, placing it on the turntable and setting the needle.

In a few moments the opening to "The Way You Look Tonight" by Frank Sinatra rang out into the silence of the house. You dropped your hands from your eyes and giggled as he approached you, one hand extended.

"May I have this dance?" He asked lowly, bending slightly at the waist.

"Why, yes, you may," you said in a fake posh accent, placing your hand in his. He gave the back of it a quick kiss before pulling you close. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands came to rest on your hips. You leaned your head against his chest, and he rested his on top of yours sweetly.

You were so content you never wanted to leave that moment. When the chorus came around, you were surprised to hear not just Sinatra, but Hotch singing along softly.

"Lovely, never, never change
Keep that breathless charm
Won't you please arrange it? 'Cause I love you
Just the way you look tonight"

You moved your head so you were looking at him as he sang to you, full of awe. He really did have a gorgeous voice. You wanted to freeze him like this, in a white tee shirt and flannel pajama pants, his stick straight, ebony hair all a mess from unpacking and moving things all day. A dazed smile was stretched across his lips as he serenaded you, his eyes looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

Because to him, you were.

The song ended and you hugged him tightly, whispering close to his ear, "It's official. We're home."

He shook his head slightly, "I was always home. As long as I'm with you, anywhere is home to me."

You flashed him a teasing smile, "Did you pick that one up from Morgan?"

"Oh, hush," he chuckled, "I was trying to be romantic."

"As if slow dancing me in the living room while singing along to Frank Sinatra wasn't romantic enough," you rolled your eyes, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

He hummed, amused, "I try."

You unwrapped yourself from him, taking his hand in yours, "Now that we're done, how about we go try out that new mattress?"

He smirked, "I like the way you think."

You laughed, giving him a light tug as you began walking him towards the bedroom, "I meant to sleep, you dodo, I'm tired. But we still have all day tomorrow before Jack gets back..."

He chuckled as the two of you climbed into bed, pulling you close so you were laying on his chest, "Better get some good rest then, sounds like we'll be busy."

"Very," you giggled, leaning up to kiss his cheek before snuggling back into his chest, "Goodnight."

He smiled, leaning over to switch off the bedside lamp, "Goodnight, I love you."

"I love you too," you murmured sweetly before falling into long-awaited sleep.

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