The Hotchner boys were having a father, son jour in the park. Hotch was watching jack balançoire, swing on the swings and then watched as his son ran toward him.
“daddy, who is your valentine? mine is lily.” he a dit with a big smile on his face.
Hotch thought for a moment then replied. “i don’t have one buddy.”
“but daddy, toi have ta find one. So she can make toi smile.” he pouted.
“umm, I don’t know what to tell toi buddy.” he told his son. Hotch really didn’t know what brought this on. it was a little pathetic that his son had a valentine and he didn’t, but he was plus focused on...
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