Aaron Hotchner, your father, was always working, he was quite the busy man. The holidays were never quite the same after your mom was gone.

Since Hailey’s passing, it was usually just you, Jack, and Aunt Jessica. That was okay—you made do—but it always felt like something, or someone, was missing.

This year, Aunt Jessica had taken you and Jack to a local Christmas tree lighting. It was festive enough, but the absence of your dad loomed in the background, as it often did. But you were used to him working late or being called away, even during the holidays.

But when you got home, his car was there, the lights were on.

The living room was warm and glowing with the soft lights of a tree already set up, its ornaments still tucked neatly in their box on the floor. And there was your dad—not in his usual suit, but in his pajamas, a rare sight.

“We wrapped up earlier than expected,” he said, a small smile softening his usually serious expression. “I was hoping you two would want to help me decorate the tree.”

Jack didn’t even hesitate, his face lighting up as he bolted to your dad, who caught him in a hug.

“And,” your dad added, glancing at you, “I got us a gingerbread house to put together.” He wasn’t here a lot, but he was trying, wasn’t he? Maybe you could cherish this while it lasts.