jaspxr reblogged
hotchgan + thanksgiving (usa)
as inspired by my story no better place (in which hotch breaks his foot and they are currently taking in a teenager in trouble)
“Okay,” Trey whispered right into Derek’s chest, wetting his shirt with tears. Hotch watched with a broken heart. “Can I stay? Please? I promise I’ll be good. I’ll help you guys out...whatever you need…” Hotch abandoned his mug sitting on the counter and left the room, headed toward their bedroom where he could make a phone call to their lawyer and get things started. He may have had questions when it was just he and Derek, and he didn’t regret a single one, but hearing Trey’s voice made it all crystal clear. They really didn't have a choice. It was more than the right thing to do, it was the only thing to do. “Trey,” Derek said, squeezing the kid even tighter. Like he was squeezing the tears back in. Putting them back where they belonged. “I know you will kid. I know.” He had a feeling he knew where Hotch went, what he was doing now, and he smiled against the boy’s hair and nodded. “It’s gonna be okay. We’ll make it work.” “Whatever you need,” Trey said again, his voice cracking.
Derek nodded. “We’re gonna be at my mom’s a lot today getting ready for Thanksgiving. You’re gonna regret that offer real quick.” “I love to cook…” he said, though Derek was pretty sure that didn’t mean anything like what his mom was going to be requesting of all of them. Making boxes of mac n’ cheese and hot dogs was not exactly where Fran Morgan’s requirements were in order to cook for Thanksgiving. Derek was shocked sometimes that she didn’t require anyone offering to cook to have a full culinary degree. “You say that now,” was what he said, and Trey let out a sad little laugh. “You haven’t met Thanksgiving until you’ve been to my ma’s house, kid.” He had a suspicion that Trey hadn’t really ever had Thanksgiving, period. He was in for a real surprise.