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Gunshot Wound

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Jennifer Jareau x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 3273

Warnings: Being shot and I think that’s it

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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A/N: Reader is 16 in this!

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It all started with a super rare day off with my Mom. It was just going to be me, her, and my little half-brother Henry. We were both so excited to be able to spend a Saturday with our Mom since her job takes her away a lot. We were all playing when Mom got a call.

“Y/N can you watch your brother for a second?” She asked and I nodded. She gave me a smile and walked to the side yard. I distracted Henry while Mom took her call, which she didn’t look exactly happy about. She came back into the room and sighed.

“I need to go, we’ve got a case…” She said and Henry frowned.

“I’m going to call the babysitter, can you watch your brother until she comes?” She asked and I shrugged.

“I can watch him, Mom.” I said and she bit her lip.

“I don’t know when it’s going to be done.” She said and I nodded.

“So when Dad get’s back-”

“Dad is part of the case.” She said while Henry was distracted. My eyes widened and she motioned me to follow her.

“Henry, come inside and grab some juice.” Mom said. We followed her inside and Herny ran to get his juice. Mom pulled me over to sit at the table while Henry was watching cartoons.

“Is Dad okay?” I asked, worried.

“Dad is fine, his partner was shot.” She answered and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“I really don’t know how long this will be, Y/N.” She said and I nodded.

“I get it Mom, I can take care of Henry.” I said and she sighed.

“Call me if you need a babysitter to help you.” She said and I smiled.

“I promise, now go, Dad needs your help.” I said. I got up and went to go watch cartoons with Henry.

It’s been hours since Mom and Dad left for work. Henry was upset for a little while about Mom having to leave, but I distracted him enough to forget about it. Mom told me I wasn’t allowed to look at the news at all, which I understood. She hated when I knew about local cases. I was too distracted by Henry to even think about looking at the news. However the thought of my Mom and Dad were constantly in the back of my head. I had Henry watching cartoons while I was making dinner for us. I pulled out my phone bit my lip. I haven’t heard anything from Mom or Dad since Mom left.

“Don’t check the news under any circumstances.” Mom’s voice floated through my head.

“I know Mom… but you and Dad haven’t answered any one my texts…” I whispered to myself. I took a deep breath and pulled up the news on my phone. My eyes widened and I dropped my phone on the counter.

“Y/N/N? You alright?” Henry called.

“I’m fine Henry! Just had something slippery on my hands and dropped my phone!” I called back.

“Okay!” He called back and I hoped went back to watching cartoons. I quickly picked up my phone and called Mom.

“Please pick up, please pick up…” I mumbled to myself.

“Y/N? Are you alright? Do you need a babysitter?” Mom answered.

“I’m fine, Mom, we’re fine. Are you? Is Dad?” I asked quietly so Henry wouldn’t hear.

“You looked at the news!?” She hissed at me.

“I’m sorry! You and Dad weren’t answering my texts and I was worried…” I answered.

“We’re fine, Y/N, I need you to stop looking at the news please.” She begged, she sounded off.

“Okay, I promise, can you just please answer my texts? I’m really worried, Mom.” I whispered and she sighed.

“I’m sorry for worrying you sweetie, I’m fine everything’s gonna be okay. Just focus on Henry and I promise I’ll text you in an hour.” She said. She said everything is going to be fine… I grew up with just my Mom at first and I picked up some profiling along the way. My Mom was lying to me.

“Mom?” I asked.

“Y/N, I really need to go. Just let me know if you need a babysitter.” She said and hung up. I sighed and put my phone to the side.

“Something’s wrong…” I mumbled to myself.

“Hey Y/N! Look who’s home!” I heard Henry call and I turned to see Dad with a woman I’ve never seen before.

“Dad!” I said and rushed over to him. I went to hug him then noticed he looked a little worse for wear.

“Dad? Are you alright?” I asked.

“I’m fine Sweet heart, Mom thought you could use a little help and sent me over with my partner-”

“I’m Izzy.” The woman cut him off and offered me her hand. Alarm bells were ringing in my head. Mom said his partner was shot.

“Uh, hi.” I said, shaking her hand. I glanced at my Dad and he just smiled at me. I heard a sizzling behind me quickly turned around.

“Oh shoot!” I said and rushed to take the pot off the stove. I heard the two adult talking in a low voice that I just couldn’t hear. When I turned back around Dad was kneeling down to look at Henry.

“Daddy let’s play!” Henry said.

“Daddy can’t play right now, I gotta go to work. But this is um-”

“Izzy.” The woman said again.

“Izzy.” Dad whispered.

“Can you say hi to Izzy?” Dad asked.

“Hi Izzy.” Henry whispered, he was nervous about this woman too.

“She’s gonna stay with you and Y/N until Mama comes home, okay?” Dad said.

“Okay.” Henry said, sounding sad.

“Hey.” Dad said, gaining his attention.

“I love you.” Dad said to him.

“I love you.” Henry said back. Dad hugged him.

“You’re gonna be okay.” Dad said which made my anxiety skyrocket. Dad sent Henry into the living room to play and I walked up to him.

“Dad?” I asked with a nervous tone.

“Come here Y/N/N.” He said and motioned me to come hug him. I stepped into his arms and wrapped mine around him.

“Everything is gonna be okay.” He whispered and I looked up at him. He was lying just like Mom was… He moved next to my ear and whispered so only I could hear.

“Keep your brother away from her.” He whispered. I looked into his eyes and nodded. I’d protect my brother with my life and I think my Dad knows that too. He kissed my head and gently pushed me to follow Henry. I watched him walk out the house.

“Hey Henry, you wanna help me finish cooking?” I asked and he smiled at me.

“Yeah!” He said and I quickly picked him up. I walked him into the kitchen and watch the woman look around our house. I was so anxious about her presence here, but I just had to focus on protecting my brother.

As I was cooking Henry started getting antsy and wanted to go color. I sighed and put him down. I led him over to the table where he got in the chair all by himself, and grabbed some paper and crayons. He quietly started coloring and I went back to the kitchen to hurry up and finish cooking.

As I was just about to finish I heard Henry talking to the woman. I cursed myself and quickly finished the cooking. Once everything was done I left it on the stove to keep warm and walked out to find Henry on the woman’s lap. My eyes widened as I watched her touching his hair.

“Let me tell you a story.” She said and I gulped.

“Hey, Henry, foods ready. You hungry?” I asked as I walked over to him.

“I wanna hear the story, Y/N/N.” He said. Izzy smirked at me and held Henry a bit closer to her.

“Sit down, listen to the story, Y/N/N.” She smeared at me. I gave her a tight lipped smile and sat in the seat Henry was sitting in. I heard my phone ringing in the other room, but I knew if I moved she’d hurt my brother. She just smirked at me.

“I really think we should eat Henry.” I said and he started to reach for me.

“Y/N/N!” He said and I quickly pulled him out of her lap. I went into the kitchen and the woman followed. She grabbed my phone from the counter and smirked at me. We heard the gate opened and the woman went to go check the window.

“Henry, go hide.” I whispered and he rushed off. I moved to run for it but I heard a gun cock.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She asked and I slowly turned around.

“Come out Henry!” She called out.

“Don’t listen to her Henry!” I shouted.

“You little bitch!” She growled at me and I tried to run. She shot at me and I screamed in pain.

“Drop it!” I heard my Mom growl. I couldn’t focus on what they were doing, but I knew Mom was fighting with the girl.

“Mommy!” I heard Henry shout.

“Henry!” Mom shouted. There was more fighting and then I heard a thud. I kept pressure on my lower left back and stayed laying on the floor. I heard footsteps coming closer to me and someone knelt down.

“You alright, kid?” I recognized the voice of David.

“It hurts a lot.” I groaned.

“Let me see.” He said as he gently moved my hand. He looked at the bleeding wound and sighed.

“The bullet is still inside, but your Mom and I are gonna get you help.” He said and I nodded.

“I know…” I said.

“Y/N/N?” I heard Henry asked in a scared voice.

“I’ll be fine, Henry.” I said and smiled back at him in my Mom’s arms. David pushed his arms under me and lifted me up. I groaned as he lifted and flipped me over so I was facing him. I felt his hand put pressure on my wound and I groaned again.

“I know, Y/N, just hang in there.” He said. They rushed me to the car and Mom got in the back with me and she locked Henry in so he couldn’t really see me. Mom gripped my hand and she had tears in her eyes.

“I’ll be fine, Mom.” I said and she nodded.

“I know sweetie, you’re so strong.” She said and I smiled.

Once we got me to the hospital the staff rushed me inside. They got me into surgery quickly. I obviously didn’t remember any of it but when I woke up my Mom, Dad, and Henry were all standing around my bed. Dad was in a hospital gown too.

“Mom? Dad?” I groaned as I tried to sit up.

“Hey, lay back down, you need to relax.” Mom said as she pushed me back down.

“I’m alright, Mom.” I said as I hugged her tightly. She hugged me tighter and I felt myself struggling to breath a bit.

“Alright Hon, let our daughter breath.” Dad said with a laugh. Mom wiped her eyes as she pulled back from me.

“Are you alright, Dad?” I asked and he nodded with a smile.

“I’m fine sweet heart, we gotta worry about you.” He said and I shook my head.

“I’m fine.” I insisted.

“Y/N, you took a bullet to the back.” He said with a frown.

“You told me to protect Henry.” I said with a small shrug.

“I didn’t mean risk your life.” He said and I smiled.

“I’d do anything to protect my brother.” I said and my parents smiled.

“Well, we’re really glad you treat him as if he’s your full brother…” Mom started and I looked at them confused.

“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked. Dad wrapped his arm around Mom’s shoulder and pulled her closer.

“Y/N, your Mama and I are gonna get married.” Dad said and I quickly sat up, ignoring the pain.

“Really!?” I asked with a huge smile.

“Y/N! You need to lay down, you’ll rip your stitches!” Mom said, trying to push me back down. I grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes.

“You finally said yes? Will’s really gonna be my Dad now?” I asked with tears in my eyes.

“Yes sweetie, Will is going to be your Dad for real, now lay down.” She said and I happily obliged.

“When’s the wedding?” I asked, feeling giddy now.

“Your Mother wants to do it Monday.” Dad answered.

“Am I gonna be able to come?” I asked with a frown.

“We’ll talk to the doctor and I’ll let him know we’ll have a doctor on property.” Mom said with a wink. I giggled and shook my head.

“I’m so excited! Can I wear my light pink dress?” I asked and they just laughed.

“Yes you can wear your pink dress.” Mom said.

The next day Dad came to pick me up at the hospital, since Mom convinced them that I’d be fine at home. He came into my room holding a bad and my light pink dress. I looked at him confused and he just smiled at me.

“I thought you’re getting married on Monday?” I asked and he nodded as he set the things now.

“We were, but David overheard and we’re gonna get married in his yard. Mom thinks it’s just a party.” He said and I squealed in excitement.

“Help me get ready?” I asked and he nodded. Dad helped me get dressed and told me I needed to take it easy tonight. The doctor gave us some crutches as a just in case, but I didn’t really think I needed to use them. Dad insisted on bringing them anyway.

“Come on, we’re meeting your mom and Henry there.” Dad said and I nodded. He helped me in the car and we were off.

When we pulled up to David’s house I was so excited! I couldn’t believe my Mom was getting married to someone who actually liked and cared about me too. It’s all the two of us ever wanted. I got out and rushed over to my mom. I hugged her tightly and she laughed.

“Well you’re feeling better.” She said and I smiled up at her.

“I am! Look what Dad brought me to wear.” I said and did a spin.

“I thought you wanted to wear that tomorrow.” She frowned and I nodded.

“I still can, but this way the whole team can see how pretty I am.” I joked and she shook her head with a laugh.

“Y/N, the doctor said to take it easy.” Dad said coming up to us.

“I am.” I said and he shook his head.

“Running to your Mama is not taking it easy. Don’t make me make you use the crutches.” He said and I groaned.

“Okay, I’ll be good, promise!” I said and both my parents laughed.

“Come on, let’s go inside.” Mom said and we all held hands. We walked inside and into the backyard.

“Hey.” Mom said when she saw David.

“Someone knows how to throw a party. You don’t mess around.” Mom said as she gave him a hug.

“What can I tell ya? I’m the host with the most.” He said as he hugged her back.

“No kidding.” Mom laughed as she pulled back.

“Hey, look who’s here.” David said and Grandma walked up next to him.

“Mom?” Mom asked and Grandma just smiled.

“Okay, what’s-what’s going on?” Mom asked Dad.

“Well we couldn’t get married without your Mama.” He answered.

“I might’ve overheard a proposal yesterday?” David said.

“And I couldn’t wait till Monday.” Dad said.

“Okay so this is why you guys are so dressed up, huh?” Mom asked as she looked at me and Henry.

“Yes and you will be too. I brought something borrowed.” Grandma said, holding up a wedding dress.

“Mom, is that your dress?” Mom asked.

“It is, let’s go see if it still fits.” Grandma said.

“Can I help?” I asked and Grandma smiled at me.

“Of course!” She said and gently pulled me along.

Grandma and I helped Mom get into the dress and I was so excited. She looked absolutely beautiful. I’ve always wanted this for my Mom and I literally couldn’t be happier for her.

“Mom you look so pretty.” I said and she smiled with happy tears in her eyes.

“Thank you Sweetie.” She said and kissed my head. Once everything was ready Mom, Grandma, and Myself were walking downstairs and out the back door. Dad stood there with Henry at the alter with a man there to marry them. Grandma let go of Mom when we reached the front and I went to as well, but Mom stopped me. She pulled me up with her and I stood right by her as she married my now official Dad. I cried when they kissed and hugged them both tightly. I finally had a full family.

We all sat down to eat and everyone was talking among themselves. I sat next to Henry and Jack, who I was so excited to see. The three of us were all talking and slightly playing pretend. I was about nine years older than Jack and eleven years older than my brother, but I loved spending time with them. Dad clinked his glass to gain everyone’s attention and stood up. Everyone looked over to him and he smiled.

“I’d like to thank everyone for being with us tonight and sharing in our special day.” He started and smiled down at Mom, who was holding his other hand.

“But I still have one more surprise for my two very special girls.” He said. Mom and I both looked at him confused and he motioned for me to come over to him. I stood up and walked next to him.

“Y/N, I know you care for your Mama a lot and I’m so glad you gave us your blessin’ before we even had to ask.” He said and everyone chuckled.

“But I’d like to make everything more official and ask you and your Mama if it’d be alright if I officially became your Daddy and adopted you.” He said and I gasped with tears in my eyes.

“R-Really?” I asked and looked between them.

“Yes really. You’re Mama and I have been talkin’ about it for some time now and I said if we ever got married I’d like to adopt you as my own.” He said and I hugged him tightly.

“Yes! Yes! A million times yes!” I cried, not able to hold in my tears. Dad wrapped his arms around me and gently squeezed me.

“We already started the paperwork incase this day ever came, so we just gotta get a court date and make it offical.” Mom said, standing up. I turned around and hugged her tightly, not realizing I was crying into her dress.

“Thank you, Mom!” I cried and she gently rubbed my back. Dad wrapped us both in a hug and kissed my head.

“Why is Y/N/N crying?” Henry asked and Dad went and picked him up.

“They’re happy tears, buddy.” He said and I pulled back to smile at him and wipe my eyes.

“Very happy tears.” I said and everyone chuckled. This was not only my Mom’s perfect day, it was mine too.

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peachpitfics · 3 years

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Can you do a Hotch imagine where they have a Christmas party with the whole bau team and they have a 2 year old daughter and jack

Love your writing by the way 💜

Haiiiii :) Thank you so much for requesting something Hotch!! I hope you enjoy it xx

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“Uncle Rossi!” Jack burst through the door of the humongous house, burrowing into the Italian man as he opened the door. Jack’s love for his adopted family made Hotch’s heart warm; ever since Haley died, his mission was to give Jack the family he deserved. “Hey kiddo! I believe my close friend Santa has left something for you under my tree” Rossi ruffled Jack’s hair, watching the boy bounce around in excitement. “Where’s Henry?” Jack asked, Uncle Dave pointing through to the living room where everyone else was gathered. Still in the doorway, Yourself and Hotch, little Charlotte in her Daddy’s arms, greeted Rossi with less enthusiasm than Jack had.

Meeting everyone with kisses and hugs in the living room, you watched as Jack and Henry obsessed over Rossi’s giant Christmas tree and how many presents were underneath. “She’s getting so big, Y/n” Emily held her hand out for Charlie to grab onto. “God, having a girl must be so awesome. I don’t know if I should risk it for a second time” JJ laughed, knowing with her luck she’d have another boy. Charlie fussed in your arms until you put her on the ground so she could chase her Brother and Cousin around.

Sitting back on the couch, Aaron’s arm around your shoulders, cozy and warm by the fireplace. Dave called the kids attention with his hands full of presents; sitting down of the ground with them, Dave gave each of the three a present each and told them to open them at the same time. Charlie, struggling to get the paper off, had Jack help her. All of them got the same thing, an art set with a traced canvas. “Mom! Mom! Look at this, can we do this at home?” Jack ran over to you, your heart filled with warmth hearing Jack call you ‘Mom’, even now after 3 years. Henry ran over to JJ and Will, showing them what his Uncle Rossi had given him. Charlotte was beside herself, stuck on the floor babbling about the puppy on the canvas. “Hey kids!” Uncle Dave called them back over, “Now when you paint the picture, you’ve got to make your parents send me a photo, okay? I want to see how great these turn out” Jack and Henry gave their Uncle a loving hug. Dave bent down to kiss the top of Charlie’s little blonde head.

Charlie finally managed to stand and stumbled on wobbly legs over to her Daddy; she showed him the puppy, a look of sheer excitement from her toothless grin. She clutched Aaron’s leg in an attempt at not falling down, landing on her bottom, nonetheless. Aaron reached down and picked Charlie up, tickling her on his lap to stop the tears in their tracks. Your daughter had become the light of his life, and Jack’s too. You remembered how lonely Jack was before his sister was born. Penelope and Emily, sitting on the other side of you, swooned over seeing Hotch be a dad. “He’s so different, since you, Y/n” Emily smiled, watching Hotch pretend to gnaw Charlie’s fingers off. “Even since Charlie was born, he’s so much more…” Penelope clicked her fingers in front of her, searching for the right word. “Fun” Emily interjected, Garcia nodding excitedly as she said it. “Those kids are his whole world” You grinned, Charlie’s infectious giggle ringing out as Aaron and her Uncle Derek tickled her furiously.

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heavenunderthemoon · 4 years

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could we get another jj and daughter fic, maybe one where she has to protect herself and Henry from the unsub and is in jj and will wedding. (set in 7x24)

Per your request! Hope you like it!

“Cheers”- JJ x DAUGHTER! READER

WARNINGS: themes of violence, major fluff at the end

WORDS: 5,671

"Y/n?"

Henry's head shot up from his spot on the floor, his stack of legos momentarily forgotten as he bolted to meet his father at the door, the childlike pitter-patter of his feet enough to make you follow suit.

You followed the sound of his voice, a bit confused as to why Will was home so early. It was one of the rare days he was at work while your mother stayed home- well, she was supposed to stay home. Its had been all of an hour and a half that she had been home before she got called in, leaving you with the responsibility of watching your younger half-brother.

"Will?" You rounded the corner, footsteps immediately coming to a halt as your eyes settled upon a new face, their own eyes lighting up when you came into sight. Their demeanor made you tense. The way Will stood, slightly favoring one side, shoulder dipping as if there was a gravitational pull that only he could feel, a magnet dragging one side of his body to the ground. His eyes flickered between you and Henry and the woman. His orbs were boring into yours, as if sending you a silent message, trying to exude a wave of calmness but there was something underneath that you could see as well, a layer of alarm that made your mouth dry. One of his feet were slightly in front of the other, placing himself before her as if to serve as a barrier between you three.

And the woman. Well, she looked...dangerous. That was the first word you had thought to describe her. Her eyes were sharp, focused, and fixed you with a predatory stare. Her hair was raven black, almost like Emily's, but the comparison stopped there because Emily had never looked so feral. Your hand clamped onto Henry's shoulder, preventing him from going any closer to the woman.

"Oh, she's so beautiful, you never did say how pretty she was." Her voice was just as predatory as the rest of her. It sent shivers down your spine and you could see Will react in the same way. Her body moved, as if to take a step forward and the Lamontagne man matched her steps, earning an amused glance from the woman. Her eyes glided off of you, coming to rest on the small blonde boy by your side and her lips twisted into one of irritation.

"Is he still in diapers? I don't really do those."

Will's face contorted with an emotion you had never quite seen on the man. Unbridled rage. A horrible twisting feeling in your stomach began to settle, one that you normally faked to get out of your algebra tests, but this one was real. Incredibly real, and when the man turned to you, eyes connecting with your own, you listened when he spoke. "Take Henry to the kitchen, I'll be with you in just a second."

Your mouth opened and closed, about to protest, but when you looked back at the woman, that hungry look still in her eyes, you were turning on your heel, ushering the boy out. - "No."

"Y/n-"

"You're leaving us with her?" Your eyes flickered to the woman standing in the kitchen doorway. You had known something was wrong the minute Will had walked through the door, his voice shakily calling out your name and now you knew you had been right. Will had slunk back into the kitchen, his side still pulling him to the ground, before attempting to tell you goodbye. Henry sat on the counter where you had placed him, happily munching on a granola bar you had opened for him.

"No, Will, what the hell is going on? Something is..." You looked to the woman again, lowering your voice another octave and turning it into a hushed whisper. "Something is wrong, I can tell, okay? You're lying to me." Perhaps it was because your mother was a profiler or maybe it was the vast amount of time you spent with the man on a daily basis, but you knew it was true. The man was hiding something.

"I can't." And when he said it you knew that was true as well. His shoulders were slumped in defeat, chin turned downwards and you realized you had never seen him look so...afraid. So tired. "I need you two to behave, okay? Do whatever she says and wait for Mom to come home." His eyes were staring into yours again, pleading you, begging you, to listen and that twisting feeling in your stomach hit once more.

"I-I don't understand." Your voice was breathy, hands beginning to shake, but for the sake of Henry you were keeping it together, holding yourself together with tape and glue because he was a child and while you were still a child too, you didn't get to be one. Not right now. Not with the woman standing in the doorway, that sinister smile dancing upon her lips.

Will nodded, eyes downtrodden. A hand reached out to squeeze your shoulder. "I know. I'm sorry." He took another moment before shaking once more. "I love you, you know? I know I'm not your real father-"

"Will." You tried, tears beginning to threaten to leave your eyes.

"But you're my daughter. You're just as much mine as Henry is." He continued.

And now the tears were spilling over. You remembered when you had first met the man, how JJ had teased him about how nervous he had been. He had shaken your hand, his large hand practically consuming yours. How he had laughed when you had fixed him with narrowed eyes and a stern scowl, something that had looked ridiculous on a child so small, but he had listened all the same when you asked him 'What are your intentions with my mother?'. How, after that initial meeting, he had started to come around more often, burrowing himself into you and your mother's daily routines. Suddenly, he was pouring you cereal in the mornings, or appearing at soccer games, rowdily yelling whenever you received a yellow card. How his things began to appear in the small house your mother and you had lived in at the time, small things at first- like, a razor, or a toothbrush- and then big things- like, his old boombox that he used whenever he was in the garage, or the horde of healthy food he brought with him (because your mother and you would sustain yourself on junk if you could and you had until he showed up.).

You remembered all those things and now they were flashing before your eyes because what he was saying, how he was looking at you, made it feel like he was saying goodbye and you while you had lived in a world without William Lamontagne Jr. before, you couldn't quite picture doing it again.

"Please, don't leave us." And the words that you were pleading him with had a double meaning because god be damned if he left that threshold let alone the world.

Will didn't say anything, pulling you into a warm embrace, and you melted into it. "I love you too." You murmured against his shoulder, and he nodded, pulling back to place a hand on your cheek, staring into your face as if to blaze it into his mind, before he was turning to Henry.

"Daddy, let's play!" The boy's arms extended and his father took the cue to lift him off the counter's ledge, placing him gently on the floor.

"Daddy can't play right now, I gotta go to work. But, this is, um-"

"Izzy." The woman readily provided, stalking into the kitchen. She came to a halt next to you, her hand coming to rest on the small on your back and you fought back a repulsed snarl.

"Izzy. Can you say hi to Izzy?"

The boy didn't seem to understand the tension, something you were grateful for. "Hi, Izzy!"

"She's going to stay with you both until Mama comes home, okay?"

Henry's blonde hair moved as his head nodded. "Okay."

"Hey. I love you." Will's voice broke a little as the exchanged their goodbyes, ending in an embrace all too similar to the one you had received and you but your lip, steeling your face. You didn't know what the situation was or what the future held, but you knew one thing. You knew that every time Will's eyes filled with hurt, the woman's lips quirked in satisfaction. She took pleasure in other people's pain, and you weren't going to fuel her anymore than she needed. He told you to wait for your mother to come home.

And that was exactly what you were going to do.

Your fingers twirled a crayon between them, leg shaking underneath the dining room table you and your brother were stationed at. His eyebrows were furrowed, concentrating on the scribbles before him. You looked down to your own paper.

Blank.

How were you supposed to concentrate when Will was out there doing God knows what? Or with this woman- Izzy, if that was her real name- under the same roof. You didn't trust her, choosing not to turn your back on her the minute Will had left the house.

It was strange, you observed, to feel so unsafe in your own house. You hadn't lived there for long, only moving once Henry was born. That tiny little house your mother and you had lived in for so long hadn't been enough, and once news of her pregnancy had broke, the two parents had searched for a new house. You remembered saying goodbye to that house, all the movie nights with just the two Jareau girls, the notches on the wall to indicate height (you would insist to take your mother's height as well even if she had stopped growing long ago), the chips in the paint from when the two of you decided to move furniture by yourself, or the glow in the dark stars that used to hang from your ceiling. It hadn't been a sad goodbye, of course, because now there was a new house.

A new house that held pictures of the three of you- now four, with Henry. A house filled with toys strewn about the living room because the boy always forgot to pick them up, or his drawings strung up on the fridge. A house with a backyard (a cool one, with a tree and everything that you had tried to climb once and never had again because you got stuck and Will had to help you down). A house that was a home.

And all of that was gone in an instant because now it didn't feel like a home. It felt like a lion's den.

"I'm thirsty." Henry turned to you, and you moved to stand before the lioness was moving.

Her hand placed itself firmly on your shoulder, forcing you back into your seat, as she stared at the boy.

"I'm going to get him some water." You tried to mimic the tone your mother used when she was cross with you. The tone that said 'Don't even think about it'. But you must've done a poor job because she was chuckling softly, shaking her head, before turning her attention back to the boy.

Her slender fingers closed around a discarded green crayon, letting it glide across the boy's paper. Slowly, she began to sing, a rendition (a very poor one, in your opinion), of 'Ring Around the Rosie', and Henry was giggling.

"You're silly."

You silently thanked whatever higher power was out there for the sweet, perfectly oblivious boy that was your baby brother.

"Can we play hide-and-seek?"

"In a minute. Come here." She reached to pul the boy onto her lap, and your hand clamped down around his wrist, pulling him into your side on instinct.

"I think he's fine right here, right Hen?" You were already lifting him onto your lap, squeezing him tightly as if to reassure yourself that he was still there. He was your baby brother, your responsibility. Your mother had chided that to you a million times when he was beginning to crawl, or walk, or run. You were the older sister, the last contingency, the arms to back him when he fell, and you would make damn sure that he never did because he was Henry. The boy who, in his first moments in this world, had clenched his tiny fist around your finger and never let go. The boy whose first words had been a butchered rendition of your name (a nickname your mother still tortured you with), the boy whose first thought in the morning was to run into your room, jumping onto your sleeping figure until you were awake.

Izzy's withering stare was enough to make you feel sick, but you clenched on tighter and she, reluctantly, settled back into her seat.

"My grandfather's name was Henry. He had blonde hair just like you."

"I bet he was as psychotic as you." You said through gritted teeth, and your words only seemed to make her smile, egging her on.

"He was a scary man, yes."

"Why?" Henry's tiny voice whispered, and she clasped her hand's together.

"Let me tell you a story."

The legos on the table clashed together, a misshapen attempt at a spaceship (though you would never call it that to Henry's face, even if he didn't know what misshapen meant), taking place before you. Every so often, the boy would hold his hand out, allowing you to place another building block into his tiny palm before he decided where it went. The sound of a glass hitting the table to your right sounded and you glanced at it briefly, a cup of water for the boy.

Izzy turned, heading to the window and as Henry reached for the glass you shook your head at him. "Don't drink that."

The blonde's eyebrows scrunched, but before he could question it, his eyes were turning to something behind you and you felt a hand clamp around your mouth. You almost screamed, heart quickening, when a wisp of blonde hair fell into your eyeline and you relaxed, turning to meet your mother's gaze. Her eyes were frantic, movements swift and you saw the tiniest bit of relief before she held a finger to her lips, ushering the two of you into the hall closet quietly.

Henry was the perfect size for it, the small boy able to stand in it without his head grazing the coats hanging on the shelves but you had to hunch your back, bending your knees slightly.

"Stay here, don't come out till I say it's okay."

The FBI logo painted across her chest made your eyes widen, her hands reaching for her gun as she turned. "Woah, wait, Mom, are you gonna be okay?" Your voice hissed out your own whisper.

Your hand held her arm, tightly, enough to make her pause in her motions because before that, before your touch, she had been lost, swallowed whole in the sea of thoughts that was her worry for her children. Her worry for her son, the small boy who still hated baths and needed a nightlight, and you, a girl who had grown right alongside her, all through college, through her FBI training, through her media liaison days, and now as she was a profiler. Children who were in danger because of her.

Her bright blue orbs met yours and they softened because, as much as you would attest that you hid it well, she could see the fear that painted your face. It showed in your flared nostrils, clenched jaw, and shaking hands. "I'll be fine." She tried, but the firmness in her face never left and it was something that you weren't accustomed to. Today had been a whole lot of that- seeing things you weren't accustomed to. Will, afraid, your mother terrified, and both fighting tooth and nail for you and Henry to be okay (well, as okay as you could be shoved in a coat closet).

Still noticing concern, she gently took your hand from her arm, placing a quick maternal kiss to your cheek. You tried not to think about what she was going to do, tried not to think about the hand still on her gun, the bulletproof vest on her chest. You tried to think about this like Hide-and-seek, a fun little game on your mother's day off.

"I'll be fine." She said one last time, a whisper that haunted your ears after she closed the door. It haunted you as the yells began, screams of rage, shouts of fury, clashes, clangs, and everything in between. You grabbed Henry, pulling him into you and covering his ears as best as you could. His small hands wound their way around your shirt and even if it was your favorite (a band t-shirt that Will had gotten you and that your mother absolutely hated), you let him. His whimpers were muffled from your shirt and you shushed him softly, cooing into his ear.

"Shh, you're okay. We're okay." And you weren't sure if you were talking to him or yourself at that point.

You could hear your mother yell, a subsequent, loud 'BANG' like a glass shattering being heard and you held your breath, hearing nothing but silence after. Henry's breathing was shallow, and you strained your ears to hear anything, anything at all. You wanted to hear your mother yell, or cry, or tell you to come out, something to tell you she was okay. But nothing came.

The door of the closet was grated, small slits in the wood that were used for insulation purposes but now served to allow you to look out into the hallway and when you did you wished you hadn't. Your mother lay on the floor, the ground around her littered with broken glass- a vase, ceramic, one you had made in fourth grade (It was bumpy, sloppily painted, and had a very crude carving of your initials on the bottom) and your mother had kept all these years. You had called her a hoarder, but she called it being sentimental. From the shards that rained down upon her, and the small puddle of blood leading from her head to the floor, you assumed she had been struck down with it.

Her blonde hair was becoming stained with the scarlet liquid, body moving slowly, but surely to get up, but none of it mattered because your vision was blocked another figure moving towards your mother, a gun trained on her back and before you knew it you were moving. The closet door was thrown open, and you shut it behind you, making sure to keep Henry concealed. The sound startled Izzy, but you didn't hesitate to throw your body toward her, using all your weight to tackle her to the floor. You both landed with a 'THUD', and you groaned. The gun previously in her hand clattered to your left, but before you could make a grab for it, the brunette moved much quicker than you did after the initial shock. Her fist rained upon your cheek and you shrieked, taking the hits as you kicked at her body and twisted to try and grab the weapon.

You could see your mother standing, getting a second wind as she laid her eyes upon you, and her eyes flared with so much fury that you stopped your mad grabs for the weapon, staring up at the woman above you. Despite the pain in your nose, the feeling of blood dripping down your face, or the eye that was threatening to shut due to swelling, you smiled. Blood stained your teeth when you did, almost making you look animalistic and when you spoke, Izzy hardly had time to react.

"You lose."

The brunette's eyebrows furrowed before she was pulled up by her hair, your mother delivering a swift roundhouse kick that rendered the woman unconscious. The last thing you saw before you passed out was the panicked figure of your mother, pleading you to stay awake before you surrendered yourself to the abyss.

You woke up in an ambulance bay, eyes(or, eye) fluttering open to greet the scene before you. It was moving. That much you could feel. There was a metallic taste in your mouth that made you believe the paramedics had given you some kind of painkiller and glancing down to your arm and finding a large I.V. needle confirmed your theory. The metal walls were lined with medical supplies that tipped and toddled at every bump in the road. Paramedics, two, sat on your left, fidgeting with your cuts, rubbing something on them that you couldn't even feel. Antiseptic? Your mind tried to catch up with your surroundings.

A hand squeezed your left forearm, the grip familiar and unrelenting and you allowed it to pull you out of your hazy memories, the foggy remembrance of blows to your face. Looking in the direction of the squeeze you saw your mother, teary-eyed and red-faced. She was clutching Henry, sat upon her lap with his head burrowed into her neck, but fine all the same. Your mother looked fine as well, apart from the tiny cut on her forehead, already covered with gauze and medical tape. Knowing your mother she had probably refused medical treatment until she knew you would be okay. Her maternal instincts always did make her a little irrational sometimes (you would never say that aloud to her).

"Y/N? Y/N? She's awake! Y/n, can you say something? Y/n?" The paramedics were coming to hover over you now, a flashlight being shined in your good eye while they physically opened the other. Her grip was tightening and you licked your lips, trying your best to nod to let your mother know you were okay.

She had been a wreck when you were five and crashed your bike. That had been a small cut on your knee. Or when you fell off the monkey bars when you were eight. A scratched elbow. Now, sitting in the back of an ambulance bay after getting the crap beaten out of you, you thought she might just implode.

"Ouch."

She laughed. A breathy, tear filled laugh, but a laugh all the same, her shoulders sagging with relief. "Oh my god. You're okay?" She turned to the paramedics, of whom were now scribbling into a chart. "She's okay?" When receiving a nod, she turned back, though now her eyes were narrowed, that watery smile gone. "What part of stay here until I say-"

"You were hurt-"

"I was fine, I had it handled, and then you come out of nowhere-"

"She had a gun to your back-"

"And you're hurt! Oh my god, look at you-"

You fixed her with as sarcastic of a smile as you could, but you were sure it just looked wrong on your face now. "Gee, thanks, Mom."

She huffed, letting a hand come down softly upon your cheek to cradle it. You held in a wince, knowing it would make the situation worse.

JJ stared at you for a long moment, feeling the motions of the ambulance as they moved. Her daughter, her first baby, her child, her best friend. The girl she shared clothes with, the two of you constantly stealing each other's jeans and sweaters and claiming you hadn't. The girl she ordered far too much takeout with every Friday (you were trying to go through the entire Chinese takeout menu and the two of you were halfway there). The girl who made her coffee in the mornings, or shared her love of cherry pie, or watched too many romantic comedy movies to count. Her first baby, who still liked to go trick-or-treating because 'is there really an age limit?'. She was lying in that ambulance bay, beaten and bruised and getting gauze placed on her swollen eye, all because of her work.

The thought made her sick.

Noticing the far-off look in her eyes, you rose a hand, letting it rest on the one that sat upon your cheek. "Hey, I'm okay."

JJ stared a moment longer, not quite convinced, before she let out a long sigh, nodding softly. A small smile tugged at her lips and she dipped her head toward the medical supplies covering your swollen eye. "You look like Patchy the Pirate.

"Shut up."

You hated hospitals. They smelled like antiseptic and blood and made your head spin. The medics had cleared you five minutes ago, allowing you to leave with the promise to take the prescribed medications they had given you. Rossi had stayed with you while your mother had gone to check on Will. Now, Rossi walked you to the hospital room he was stationed in (Rossi had also informed you he had been shot, of which you had responded by quickening your pace, practically running to the room). The man's eyes twinkled when he mentioned your father, almost as if he knew something you didn't but you hardly focused on anything else, your mind consumed in the fact that Will was shot.

Seeing the open door, you didn't hesitate, running in. Your mother was standing by the bed, Henry at her side. Will was awake, an abandoned shoulder sling in his lap. You lunged at him, body covering his as you clutched him tightly.

"Woah!" The man chuckled, despite his shock at the small teenager flinging herself toward him, and hugged you back, his hand coming to cup your head.

"You were shot." You said, not quite letting go, and you could feel the man nod softly.

"I was."

You pulled away and now it was Will's turn to worry. The swelling had gone down with your time at the hospital. It wasn't gone completely, and the bruising was still prominent, but at least your mother couldn't call you 'Patchy' again. His fingers brushed against the bandage on the crest of your cheek, eyes scanning your face.

"You should see the other guy." You joked quietly, and he chuckled sadly, shaking his head.

"That's my girl."

You beamed.

Will's eyes flickered to your mother and then back to you, and you narrowed your eyes at the two of them, noticing that same twinkle that Rossi had when he brought you back over. "What? What is it?"

The two shared another look, before your mother was moving forward, grasping your hand in hers. Her eyes looked into your, letting you know it was a serious conversation, before she was speaking. "I haven't agreed to anything yet, because I want to know what you think, because what you think is important to me, and whatever you say I won't be mad, I promise-"

Your lips turned upward, settling into a smirk as you glanced at Will. "Did you finally pop the question?"

The Jareau woman's lips parted, face contorting with confusion. "Wait, she kn-"

You cut off Will's nodding, your smirk widening into a lazy grin. "Mom, he asked me for permission two weeks after he moved in- four years ago. I'm just surprised it's taken him so long." Amusement flooded your tone and it made your mother scoff, playfully hitting the Lamontagne man on his good shoulder.

"Hey! I was waiting for the right moment." He defended, and you shook your head.

"Right, 'cause in order for it to be the right moment, I have to look like Igor?" You snorted.

Your mother rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "So, I'm taking that as a yes."

You nodded, leaning into her shoulder. "Yes, it's a yes."

The two whooped, making you shake your head in embarrassment, catching the curious glances form the nurses stand you four were receiving. Henry, unaware as to the cause of celebration, joined along simply for the fun of yelling. You sighed, shrugging your shoulders before joining in.

A surprise wedding.

Well, not a surprise to you (Penelope cannot keep a secret to save her life), but a surprise to your mother all the same.

"There's gonna be a boy in the house." The blonde flurried around the guest bedroom, one of many in his large, large mansion, getting herself ready for an impromptu wedding. Her motions were erratic, dropping earrings, lipgloss tubes, and she only had one heel on.

Her statement made you snort in amusement. "There's already a boy in the house. Two of them, if I'm counting correctly."

She turned, her dress only half-way zipped up, pleading you to go along with her statement.

You sighed. "Okay, so there will be a boy in the house." You repeated with a huff. "So what? We like boys, right? Otherwise you're gonna have to cancel the event going on downstairs-"

"Y/n!" Despite the interruption, she laughed, a small bit of tension seemingly relieved. You smiled, aching your goal. With a sigh you stood, motioning for her to turn around as you both stood before the full-length mirror in the corner. Just by looking at it, you knew it was expensive. The handles were ornate, delicate engravings of rose petals and forest branches decorating the sides of it, the glass clear as day. Your mother obeyed, turning to her reflection and watching your motions in it.

You fingers gripped the zipper, tugging it gently until it was closed. "Look, if you want to bail on this wedding, we can. I will hotwire a car, pull it around front, and we'll do the whole 'screeching tires' bit and peel off into the sunset. But I know that that's not what you want." You reached up, placing the last pins in her hair.

"It isn't?" The blonde inquired, and by the pace at which her chest was rising and falling you could tell she was calming down, just the sound of your voice enough to make her do so.

"Nope. You want to go down there and marry him, not because he's the father of your child, but because it's Will. Will, the guy who makes us fantastic eggs in the morning that we can never quite replicate."

She nodded "They are good eggs."

You smiled. "And because he listens to you, and to me, and to Henry. You deserve the world, Mom, and he can give it to you." You slung an arm around her shoulder, resting your head against hers. "And his accent isn't too bad."

She laughed, it being contagious enough to spread to you. After the chuckles settled, she sighed, staring at the bandage on your cheek once more. She hadn't quite taken her eyes off of it all night.

"You scared me tonight." She said softly, and just like that her smile was gone. You stared back at her in the mirror. Standing next to her, under the roof of her millionaire coworker, you could see the similarities that people so often pointed out. After the growth spurt you had experienced last year, the two of you were practically the same height, you were probably an inch taller. Your eyes held that same hue of blue that made it look like a small oceanic whirlpool waiting to suck you under. And your golden hair glinted in the moonlight filtering in from the open window. You were a splitting image of her.

You nodded solemnly. "I know."

That answer didn't seem to be what she wanted. "She could've killed you."

"She was going to kill you. Her gun was raised," Your mother opened her mouth to speak, but you sighed. "You had her, I know."

JJ's cupped your head, patting it gently. Just as similar as you two were in looks, you were similar in actions. The Jareau woman protected her family at all costs, and you had just proved that you would do the same.

"I love you, kid."

You smiled. "I love you, too." You turned to face her, cupping her cheeks in your hand. "Now, put on your big girl pants, we have a wedding to attend."

The wedding was beautiful. You had spent the ceremony next to Penelope, the woman a blubbering mess the entire time. You weren't sure how a person so small could have that many tears, but she did, and you stood corrected.

The sound of the fork clinking against the glass made the guests turn their attention to you, and your hand clenched the cup a little tighter before you could lose your nerve. Your eyes found your mother's, her and Will at the table over, and your shoulders relaxed, the tightness in your chest dissipating.

"For the longest time, it was just my Mom and I. My Mom worked hard to make sure that I had everything I could ever possibly need, and did so without question. She's my best friend, my lifeline, and my biggest supporter, and I thought that, as long as I had her, I wouldn't need anyone else, but when I met Will, I changed my mind. Will, earlier today you said something to me that I've been thinking about. You said to me that you may not be my real father, but I am your daughter, and you loved me all the same." Your eyes turned to Will and you swallowed. "Before I met you, I had never given anyone a Father's Day card. Well, I got one for mom, but I always crossed out 'father' and put 'mother' and I didn't have to do that anymore. I had never gone to a Daddy-Daughter dance, something I definitely owe you for, because the amount of times I stepped on your toes is obscene. What I'm trying to say, is that you aren't just a fill in father for me, Will. You're my dad, as real as you can get. I love you both so much, and I'm so happy that I get to be a part of this family." You raised your glass, the other patrons following suit. Your mother had a watery smile- something you would definitely tease her about later. "Take care of my girl, 'cause I know where you live. Cheers."

"Cheers!"

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After Her Mother

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Spencer Reid x Fem!LaMontagne!Reader

Word count: 1083

Warnings: Nothing!

Y/N: Your Name

Song: Silent Night

Prompt(s): Recital

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It was a Christmas and our family was coming to our house this year. Spencer had gotten his mother her last night. She was not happy that she had to fly, but got over it pretty quickly. My older brother and nephews were coming, as well as our mother. My brother is the reason Spencer and I met, actually. He married another member of his team and moved up here. I moved here for work a year after our father died. I loved our home in New Orleans, but I needed a new start.

“Mommy, when is uncle Will and aunt Jenifer coming over with Henry and Michael?” Our daughter Clair asked again.

“They’re gonna be here soon Honey.” I said picking her up and setting her on the counter.

“Can I help you finish?” She asked, I was getting everything ready for dinner.

“I’m actually just about done. I thought you were helping daddy decorate?” I asked confused.

“I was, but grandma needed him.” She said and I nodded.

“Is grandma okay?” I asked and she nodded.

“She thought she was back at school again.” She answered and I nodded. Spencer and I had explained to Clair what was wrong with Diana even though she wouldn’t fully understand until she was older.

“Did you set up for the show you and the boys are planning?” I asked.

“Recital mommy!” She corrected me and I smiled.

“Recital, my bad.” I said.

“Yes I did, daddy helped me.” She said smiling.

“Good.” I said and gave her a kiss on her head. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Clair got excited.

“They’re here!” She shouted.

“Inside voice Clair.” I said putting her down.

“Sorry mommy!” She said and ran off. I shook my head with a laugh and cleaned my hands. I walked into the living room to see Spencer opening the door and greeting our guest.

“There’s my little sister!” William said giving me a hug.

“Hello Billy.” I said and kissed his cheek.

“Hi Y/N, Merry Christmas.” Jenifer said.

“Merry Christmas Jen.” I said and kissed her cheek.

“My beautiful daughter and son-in-law!” My mother said with a huge smile. Both Spencer and I kissed her cheeks and hugged her.

“Merry Christmas mom.” I said.

“Merry Christmas LaMontagne.” Spencer said.

“Auntie Y/N and uncle Spencer!” The two boys said running up to us. Michael ran to me and Henry ran to Spencer. We picked them up and gave them kisses.

“Merry Christmas boys, I think Santa left you two some gifts here too.” I said and Spencer smiled.

“Really? That awesome!” Henry said.

“Yeah, We told him you were coming over and he made sure to leave a few here.” Spencer said.

“Why don’t you three go open your gifts?” I suggested as we put the boys down.

“Yes!” They all said and ran over to the tree. We hung up everyone coats and got everyone drinks then watched the kids open their gifts. Once that was done I was working on dinner and everyone was watching the kids play with their new toys.

After dinner everyone was gathered living room by the kids. Clair brought out the stage she and Spencer made. It was just a few cardboard boxes that they’d be able to stand on.

“Can I have everyone’s attention!” Clair shouted.

“Clair, inside voice.” Spencer said.

“Sorry daddy, but can I please have everyone’s attention?” She asked quieter. Everyone looked at her on the boxes and smiled.

“Thank you, now boys and girls, welcome to the recital!” She said and took a bow. She got off the stage and the boys got on. Clair put on Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and the boys started singing and dancing. Once they were done we all clapped and they took a bow.

“Now Clair is going to sing!” Micheal said and they ran off the stage. Clair stepped up and the boys put on the music for Silent Night.

“Silent night, holy night! All is calm, all is bright! Round yon Virgin, Mother, Mother and Child. Holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly…” She started singing and everyone stared at her shocked, she was singing really well.

“Sleep in heavenly. Sleep in heavenly. Sleep in heavenly. Sleep in heavenly peace.” She continued, Spencer and I have heard her sing before, but it was nothing compared to this.

“Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Round yon Virgin, Mother, Mother and Child. Holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace.” She sang. I looked at Spencer and he was just as shocked as I was. He shrugged at me and then we both looked back at our daughter.

“Christ, Christ, the Savior is born. Christ, Christ, the Savior. Christ, Christ, the Savior is born.” She finished and we all clapped.

“That was amazing Clair.” Spencer said with a huge smile.

“Thank you daddy!” She said happily.

“When did you learn that song and to sing like that?” I asked shocked.

“I’ve been practicing.” She said smiling.

“Looks like you take after your mother.” My mom said.

“Huh?” Clair asked tilting her head.

“Your mother is an amazing singer, she actually came here to be a singer, but changed her mind.” She answered.

“Mom!” I groaned.

“Yeah, I remember you would sing all the damn time at home.” Will laughed and I rolled my eyes.

“Mommy, you can sing?” Clair asked.

“Yeah, you can sing?” Spencer asked and I blushed.

“A little bit.” I said.

“Here, I brought some home videos, this one is of her singing in her room.” My mom said pulling out a DVD.

“Mom!” Will and I said at the same time.

“Oh hush!” She said and Spencer put the DVD on. Clair came and sat between us and smiled at the screen. (NOT MY VIDEO, BUT THIS GOING TO BE YOU SINGING!) Everyone watched in awe and smiled.

“Can you still sing mommy?” Clair asked.

“I sing sometimes.” I answered.

“You should sing!” She said and I shook my head.

“So who wants dessert?” I asked with a smile and got up to go to the table. Everyone followed me and sat down.

“You’re an amazing singer.” Spencer whispered to me and I smiled.

“Maybe you could show us one day.” He said with a slight blush on his face.

“Maybe soon.” I said and kissed his cheek.

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