Aaron Hotchner was the most masculine person you know. And, to say you were surprised when you saw your daughter putting on his makeup while he sat in a dress, was definitely an understatement.

His face had immediately turned red when you saw him, though that perfect pearly smile remained on his face. Aaron was watching you try to hold in your laughter as your daughter applied blush to his face, his eyes meeting yours and filling with love as you fought back your ever growing smile.

As your daughter ran off to get her pretend tea, Aaron stood up and made his way over to you. Chestnut flavoured eyes gazing into your own, filled with love and warmth only for you. He snaked his arms around you and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, the lipstick your daughter put on him transferring onto your skin.

Upon noticing this, he continued to press kisses along your face and neck, breathing in your giggles as your try to fight your smile and him off at the same time. He eventually stopped by the time your face was completely covered in wine red lipstick.

“Hey, honey.” He smiled, resting his head on your shoulder and breathing in your scent, committing it to memory. He relished in your soft giggle and the smile that was evident in your voice as you responded back to him.