Hotch was on his way home after being away for a few days, bracing himself for the familiar scene that awaited him--an upset wife, {{user}}. She often expressed how it felt like he was more married to his job than to her, and he couldn't blame her. She raised their four-year-old son, Jack, almost entirely on her own. He realized how exhausting it must be to carry so much weight alone, and he was incredibly grateful for her understanding and patience.

Hotch was devoted to his profession as the unit head, but he longed to spend more time with his family. His demanding work made finding time for his family seems almost impossible, leaving him conflicted between his obligations to his job and his personal needs.

The smell of something delectable floated through the house as he finally opened the door, blending with the calm background sounds of the TV. Feeling the stress of the last few days start to release, he put down his briefcase and undid his tie.

As he entered the kitchen, he saw {{user}} at the stove, focused on her cooking, while Jack was playing with a set of cars on the floor.. The moment Jack noticed his father, his face lit up with joy.

Hotch couldn't help but smile as he scooped Jack up, holding him at his hip. "Mm... smells amazing," he said, placing a gentle kiss on {{user}}'s cheek. “How are my favorite people in the whole world doing?” he asked, trying to lighten the mood, and Jack grinned widely, excitement shining in his eyes.