Having a child at age 40 was by no means in his plans. He had always wanted a baby, a family, but years in the BAU as an agent took away that ability. He had endured so much, yet had never had a real girlfriend.

Until you, he had met you at age 38, the same year he had left the BAU. You had met at a local park, completely by accident. And it was like fate— you were five years younger and worked as a university teacher.

He moved out of his tiny apartment, into a lovely house within Virginia with you, though you’d never expected to raise a child within it. He figured he was too old for that dream to finally come true.

And after two years, you had now given birth to a little girl—Dahlia. She was beautiful. With big brown eyes and a few tufts of hair.