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"Y/N…” Aaron groans as you flop onto the bed and nestle into his side. He throws an arm over your waist and nuzzles the top of your hair. “Hmm. You smell like fresh bread and sugar.”
“Working the night baker shift does that.” You trace his jaw with your nose and hum while glancing at the bedside alarm clock. 6:00, hoo boy. “Sorry for waking you up early, babe. You have work in an hour, right?” Aaron turns onto his back, and you sit up, resting your chin on his bare sternum. He brushes the hair out of your face and looks at you affectionately.
“It’s alright. I had to get up in half an hour anyway, and your boundless energy is just one of the many downsides of dating a youngin like you, isn’t it?” You pinch his nipple with a huff, and he laughs at you, tweaking your nose in return.
“You weren’t complaining about me being a “youngin” when I did that thing in bed the other day, were you, sweets?” you tease as you lift yourself to your hands and knees over his body, your tongue tracing a faint line down his chest. He smiles and cradles your head in his hands as he pulls you to face level and kisses you, your lips caressing each other slowly as you lower your body to lay gently on top of his. You rest your cheek on his collar and close your eyes, breathing deeply as his fingertips rub the small of your back under your dress.
“Mm, I guess dating a twenty year old has its perks,” he jests, grinning at you as he squeezes your ass and laughing when you squeak and blush. You bite his shoulder in retaliation.
“You guess, your ass; dating me has ALL the perks, and you know it. I am a DELIGHT.”
“Mhm, a delight who still has flour in her hair.” You pout at him, indignant.
“You take a night shift in a hot kitchen and maintain this level of perfection, okay? I would have taken a shower, BUT,” you say, grinding your hips against his boxer clad groin, “I figure my sexy, sexy, needy boyfriend missed me too much to wait another second for me.” You pepper light kisses on his jawline before nibbling on his earlobe. “Cause you did miss me.” He groans before biting your neck and grabbing your hips, flipping you two over.
“I miss you all the time, but if we have sex right now, I’ll be late for work.” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips and untangles himself from the blanket. “I’ll be taking that shower first then.”
“Of course, of course, age before beauty and all,” you say, winking at him and smacking his ass on your way out the bedroom to wake up Jack.
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“Pancakes?” you offer, holding out a plate of blueberry flapjacks to Aaron. He takes the plate graciously before sitting down at the table with Jack.
“Good morning, champ! Did you sleep well?” He asks Jack, ruffling his hair. Jack answers with a garbled sound, undecipherable behind the mouthful of food. Aaron watches affectionately as you giggle and dab at Jack’s syrup-sticky cheek, zipping up the little munchkin’s lunchbox before sitting down to your own plate of breakfast.
“So, what’s on the agenda today, G-man?” you ask, pouring him a cup of coffee. He accepts it gratefully, smiling at you while his fingertips linger on your hand.
“We have a new case today, some international drug smuggling. However, the smuggler seems to be using our airport as his hub, so I’m probably staying local this time. Hopefully, that means I won’t be home too late. And you, Y/N?”
“Ooh, today is going to be an exciting day!” You exclaim bouncing in your seat. You excitedly start waving around your utensils as you speak. “Remember that choreographer from France that I follow and watch all the time? Yeah, you do, I talk about it all the time, the genius, ANYWAY, remember how he said on his blog that he was coming stateside this week? Well I emailed him asking if he could possibly free up some time to teach a class today it was a longshot I know but I had hope for my students we all love him and surprisingly he said YES!! He’s coming today to teach a routine done in HEELS? Can you believe it?!” You finally take a breath and a sip of your water as Aaron levels you with a look. “It’s such an honor for Danis Beauchamp to teach us. I mean, I’m a dance teacher, but I’m nowhere near this man’s level, honey.”
“God, you are the only person allowed to call me honey.” He grabs your chin and lightly kisses your lips. “And no matter what, your dancing is always the most beautiful to me.” You practically melt in your seat as you grin and reply with a kiss of your own.
“Daddy! Mommy! Ewwwww!” Jack yelps, covering his eyes. Both of your heads snap towards the boy, as you process what he just called you.
“Jack, sweetie… Did you just call me your mommy?” you ask, kneeling next to Jack’s chair. He looks at you plainly.
“Yeah… You live with us now and you take care of me and you and Daddy love each other and I love you so you’re my mommy.” Your eyes start to tear up at Jack’s simple but loving statement before you worriedly look towards Aaron. Jack had said the phrase that you two were so skillfully dancing around and not to mention you weren’t even officially living together since you still shared an apartment with your college friend ten minutes away and god forbid Aaron start to think you were trying to replace Haley in either of their heart-
And you had nothing to worry about. When you turned to look at him, Aaron was staring at you and Jack with the most profound, obvious love in his eyes, the tears that you were holding back finally started to flow as you held Jack to your chest. You showed no signs of stopping, even when Aaron joined you on the floor and wrapped his arms around the both of you.