Moms and Dad

Jack Hotchner had only met his daddy's work-friends on a few occasions- at his mother's funeral, right after his mother had died, and once when his friend's came over for a visit. There may have been other times in between when the young toddler had seen them, but he was too young to remember most of it. So when Jack came to his daddy one day and asked him if 'Spessey' had a mommy, Aaron frowned.

"Jack, what is this about?" he asked.

"I wanna know if Spessey has a mommy, 'cuz the last time we see'd him, he was hurt. Why didn't his mommy take care of it?" Jack looked up at his father with a very concerned look on his face, and he bit his lip to keep from smiling as he waited impatiently for a reply.

"Spencer's mommy is….sick." Hotch worded cautiously. "She's been that way since he was about your age." He hoped the boy would stop prying after that, but apparently the answer wasn't satisfactory.

"Why she sick?"

'Damn', he thought, 'How do I explain schizophrenia to a kid?' He sighed as he picked his son up and hoisted him onto the couch. He sat down opposite of him and carefully thought out how to approach the subject.

"Um…Spencer's mommy was born sick, but when she was a kid, she felt okay. Do you remember when you were sick a few months ago, and after a few days you felt a little better? It's sort of like that, but her body wasn't sick; her head was."

"Her head was sick!" Jack exclaimed. "Did it get better?"

"No Jack, it didn't. In fact, it got worse after Spencer was born, and she got really sick. Spencer had to put her in a special hospital so they could make sure her head was okay." Hotch said.

Jack stared back at him, his mind going over the information he had just processed. Seeming to be satisfied with whatever conclusion he had came to, he sat up straighter and more alert, a sudden sadness creeping over his features. "Is Spessey okay?"

"Of course, Jack. Spencer's doing fine." he smiled. Jack seemed to look a little relieved, but he still seemed like he needed more assurance.

"Are you sure…?"

Aaron smiled at his son and pecked his cheeks. "Yes, I'm sure. And you can see for yourself, actually, because he's coming over soon to drop off something for me. Would you like that?"

"Yes!" Jack nodded.

"Good, but in the meantime, I need you to go lay down for a little while, okay?"

" 'Kay." Jack nodded. With that, the little boy ran to his bedroom, but he kept the door open. He shut his eyes, but every once in a while, he'd open them to see if 'Spessey' had came yet.

Aaron watched his son hop to his room, seeming a little better now hat he knew Spencer was coming over. Then, as if planned, the doorbell rang. He saw his son sprint out of his bed and next to his side, his large eyes begging him to let him open the door. Aaron smiled and said, "Go ahead." Without hesitation, the toddler ran toward the door.

"Hey Hotch, I have those-"

"SPESSEY!" Jack wrapped around Spencer's legs, pulling him down so he could give him a some-what more proper hug. He beamed with delight as the dark-haired agent stood at the doorway, unsure what to do. His eyes glanced at Hotch for guidance, but all he received was an amused smile. Finally, Jack let go out Spencer's legs and pulled him into the living room.

"I so glad you okay, Spessey. I was really worried!" he said.

"All right Jack; it's time for bed. Say goodnight to Spencer." Aaron instructed.

" 'Night Spessey!" Jack blew his father a kiss before heading back to his room, obviously satisfied that he was okay.

Once Jack was out of the room, Spencer faced his boss and frowned. "What was that about?"

"Didn't you hear him?" he frowned back. "He's glad you're okay… Spessey."

~* MaD *~

"Just a little drabble, but I felt compelled to write it. Thnx for reading!