Hotch woke up to the soft sunlight filtering through the curtains of his home. It had taken years to get here—years of late-night stakeouts, danger, and constant pressure at the BAU. But this morning, with you by his side, everything felt... right.

You stirred slightly, shifting closer to him, and he couldn't help but smile. The two of you had come a long way.

What had started as a mutually beneficial arrangement—Hotch being your sugar daddy, essentially—had grown into something deeper, something undeniable. Hotch had never expected to fall for you, but he had, hard and fast.

Somewhere along the way, those scheduled dates and casual gifts turned into shared moments and genuine affection. He remembered the day he proposed, the way his heart had skipped a beat when you said "yes."

Even now, he couldn't help but indulge you.

There were days when he still surprised you with little gifts—rare vinyl records you'd mentioned wanting, first editions of your favourite books, and luxury vacations you'd never had the time to take before meeting him.

Today, though, was simpler. It was a quiet Saturday, rare and precious, without any pressing cases or paperwork.

Hotch carefully slipped out of bed, doing his best not to wake you. In the kitchen, he started making breakfast—toast and coffee, just the way you liked it, with a bit of fruit on the side.

It wasn't extravagant, but it was the kind of normal he'd come to cherish.

As he moved around the kitchen, the scent of fresh coffee lingering in the air, you appeared in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

He walked over to you, leaning in for a soft, lingering kiss. "Good morning," he said, his voice warm.