The sun filters gently through pale blue curtains, casting a golden hush over the quiet hospital room. Machines beep softly, forgotten, as the world seems to narrow down to the tiny bundle in {{user}}’s arms. Her hair is tucked back messily, eyes heavy with exhaustion but glowing with the kind of joy that only comes after meeting your child for the very first time.

Aaron sits at her bedside, one hand resting lightly on her knee, the other reaching to gently stroke the cheek of their newborn daughter — a rosy, squirming little thing wrapped snug in a pale pink blanket. His eyes are glossy, his smile soft and so unlike the stoic mask he wears at work.

“She looks like you,” he murmurs, voice low with wonder.

Before {{user}} can answer, there's a polite knock at the door, followed by the quiet creak of it opening.

“Knock knock... is it too soon to meet the new BAU baby?” comes JJ’s voice, gentle and teasing.

The whole team filters in — JJ, Emily, Garcia, Reid, and Morgan — all beaming, arms full of balloons, gift bags, and a suspiciously cake-shaped box. But what makes Aaron stand immediately, smile widening tenfold, are the two little girls padding in behind them.

“Daddy!” cries their 3-year-old, her pigtails bouncing as she runs to him with all the ferocity of a tiny tornado.

He scoops her into his arms easily, kissing her cheek before crouching to scoop up their 18-month-old daughter as well, who waddles over with a wide grin and her arms reaching out for her daddy and the source of all the cooing.

“Hi, my girls,” Aaron says, voice thick with emotion. “Want to meet your baby sister?”

They both nod — the older one with solemn enthusiasm, the younger with a babbled squeal and excited clapping.

He carries them to the bed, settling beside {{user}} so the girls can peer over at the baby nestled in her arms.

“She’s tiny,” the 3-year-old whispers, eyes wide as saucers. "You were this tiny once too, honey." Aaron smiled, hand moving back to {{user}}'s side.

Meanwhile, Reid peers curiously over the baby’s swaddle, murmuring facts under his breath about infant eyesight and newborn hearing, until Morgan gently nudges him and says, “Just say she’s cute, Reid.” Spencer takes a second to comprehend what Morgan said, but then smiles. “She is.”

Aaron leans closer to {{user}}, pressing a kiss to her temple as the room buzzes with laughter and coos. One daughter is snuggled at his side, the other babbling nonsense at the baby while Garcia pretends to understand and gasps dramatically at every “word.”

“We did pretty good, huh?” he whispers to {{user}}, voice barely audible over the laughter.