Loop, Swoop, and Pull
Title: Loop, Swoop, and Pull
Author: berryblue_girl
Rating: G
Genre/Warnings: Mentions of "100", character death
Summary: Hotch wiped crumbs of bacon from the corner of his mouth.
Disclaimer: I don't own the show, and ain't that sad?
Author's Note: Inspired by comment_fic prompt: Criminal Minds, Hotch/Jack, learning to tie his shoes For the lovely wingstarvegeta Enjoy and review!
<(^v^)>
Hotch wiped crumbs of bacon from the corner of his mouth. He smiled as he watched Jack spear the last of his pancake wedges. He was still on the leave given to him after Haley's death. Today they had plans to go to the zoo. Jack was especially excited about seeing the monkeys. He took a sip of his coffee and asked, "All done, buddy?"
Jack nodded and set down his fork, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He let out a little burp and giggled, "Excuse me."
"Do you need help picking out your clothes?" Hotch asked, gathering their dishes.
"Nope!" Jack announced as he climbed down from his chair. "I can dressed myself all by myself!"
"Well, all right, then!"
Hotch stood and took the dirty dishes into the kitchen. He rinsed them off before sticking them into the dish washer and heading to his own room to get ready. He pulled open his closet and chose a simple t-shirt, jeans, and his running shoes. Slipping them on quickly, he then headed to his bathroom to shave. Just as he was finishing up, he heard something coming from Jack's room. He wiped off his face and went to check it out. He peeked through the cracked door and saw Jack sitting on the floor, his little shoulders shaking with soft cries. Pushing the door open, he cleared his throat and squatted down next to Jack, saying, "Hey, buddy. What's wrong?"
"I c-can't tie my shoes!" he cried, pointing at his feet. "M-mommy was still teachin' me!"
Hotch's heart clenched in his chest at his son's tears. He sat down and pulled Jack's little feet closer, soothing, "Don't worry, buddy. I'm pretty sure I know how Mommy did it."
He looped one lace and recited, "Was it...loop, swoop, and pull?"
Hotch tugged it extra tight and Jack looked up at him, amazed. He wiped at his face messily and asked in awe, "You know it, too? But Mommy said she 'vented that sayin'!"
Hotch smiled and ruffled his hair. The lie came easy, for Haley, as he said, "Before I met your mommy, I wore flip-flops because I didn't know how to tie my shoes. I was hopeless without her."
"Wow!" Jack exclaimed.
Jack tied his other shoe with Hotch supervising. They stood, Jack scrambling to his little bedside table to kiss his framed picture of Haley. Hotch gathered his son in his arms and Jack mumbled into his shirt, "Mommy was pretty 'mazing, wasn't she, Daddy?"
Hotch sniffed a little and replied, "Yeah, buddy, that she was."
Author: berryblue_girl
Rating: G
Genre/Warnings: Mentions of "100", character death
Summary: Hotch wiped crumbs of bacon from the corner of his mouth.
Disclaimer: I don't own the show, and ain't that sad?
Author's Note: Inspired by comment_fic prompt: Criminal Minds, Hotch/Jack, learning to tie his shoes For the lovely wingstarvegeta Enjoy and review!
<(^v^)>
Hotch wiped crumbs of bacon from the corner of his mouth. He smiled as he watched Jack spear the last of his pancake wedges. He was still on the leave given to him after Haley's death. Today they had plans to go to the zoo. Jack was especially excited about seeing the monkeys. He took a sip of his coffee and asked, "All done, buddy?"
Jack nodded and set down his fork, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He let out a little burp and giggled, "Excuse me."
"Do you need help picking out your clothes?" Hotch asked, gathering their dishes.
"Nope!" Jack announced as he climbed down from his chair. "I can dressed myself all by myself!"
"Well, all right, then!"
Hotch stood and took the dirty dishes into the kitchen. He rinsed them off before sticking them into the dish washer and heading to his own room to get ready. He pulled open his closet and chose a simple t-shirt, jeans, and his running shoes. Slipping them on quickly, he then headed to his bathroom to shave. Just as he was finishing up, he heard something coming from Jack's room. He wiped off his face and went to check it out. He peeked through the cracked door and saw Jack sitting on the floor, his little shoulders shaking with soft cries. Pushing the door open, he cleared his throat and squatted down next to Jack, saying, "Hey, buddy. What's wrong?"
"I c-can't tie my shoes!" he cried, pointing at his feet. "M-mommy was still teachin' me!"
Hotch's heart clenched in his chest at his son's tears. He sat down and pulled Jack's little feet closer, soothing, "Don't worry, buddy. I'm pretty sure I know how Mommy did it."
He looped one lace and recited, "Was it...loop, swoop, and pull?"
Hotch tugged it extra tight and Jack looked up at him, amazed. He wiped at his face messily and asked in awe, "You know it, too? But Mommy said she 'vented that sayin'!"
Hotch smiled and ruffled his hair. The lie came easy, for Haley, as he said, "Before I met your mommy, I wore flip-flops because I didn't know how to tie my shoes. I was hopeless without her."
"Wow!" Jack exclaimed.
Jack tied his other shoe with Hotch supervising. They stood, Jack scrambling to his little bedside table to kiss his framed picture of Haley. Hotch gathered his son in his arms and Jack mumbled into his shirt, "Mommy was pretty 'mazing, wasn't she, Daddy?"
Hotch sniffed a little and replied, "Yeah, buddy, that she was."