When JJ arrived at Hotch's place she found him sitting in the dining room, head in his hands. She walked over to him and manoeuvred herself onto his lap, resting her head on his chest.

"None of it matters…"

"What?" He looked down at her.

"Whoever's blood is in it's veins… Does it matter?" Hotch was about to lift her off of him, but she grasped his shoulders tightly. "If it's yours, then that's great. But if it's not… Can't we all still be a family?"

Hotch looked at her and sighed. "How about we take it one day at a time?"

JJ nodded. "He's yours, Aaron, I know it…" and she let herself be carried up to the bedroom as she fell asleep.

9 months later

Hotch put the baby back in the cot, happy that his years practise with Jack had finally paid off to the point that his second son fell asleep easily. JJ laughed when Hotch lingered over the cot and smiled. He turned around frowning.

"What's so funny?" he asked, as he walked over to her. She met him, kneeling on the bed, and kissed him. Hotch pushed her back on the bed and held her closely.

"You and Henry… I was right all along. He's your son."

"Alright, alright, I admit it. I was wrong and you were one hundred percent right." They booth looked over at the cot before turning back to each other.

"He's certainly got the Hotchner charm."

"Yup… Every girl wants to be called his…" JJ slapped him playfully. "And one particular girl loves him to death."

"Well then that's all we need to settle the matter: he is definitely your son, the only person I could love more then you." Hotch was about to say something, but JJ interrupted him. "No, I will not marry you."

Hotch smiled and kissed JJ: the woman who was refusing to marry him since he asked her the first time ten months ago. Truth be told, he had grown to doing it to tease her. He knew what her reply would be and was always slightly happy she said no and she knew it. Whenever she said yes, he knew it was just to tease.

They had both agreed to not marry until Henry was at least two. Which, Hotch thought, gives us another two years of pure bliss.

There you have it. The last part I was just trying to get across the message that marriage isn't necessary and maybe the happiest time are when you're not