Hey! So I have to admit, as someone who (just like the BAU) has children who are all boys, I wasn't entirely sure what to do...don't have much experience with baby girls except having been one at one time. LOL It isn't exactly what you asked for, but we all know I'm really bad at following directions. I think it turned out sweet anyway. It's super fluffy and super sweet. I hope you like it!

Summary: Hotch is a little sick, but his baby girl knows how to help.

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Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Candy Spun From Head to Heart

He's wearing Derek's clothes, they're bulky and warm and soft, a deep blue sweatshirt faded and advertising Chicago P.D on his chest, letters so soft and barely legible. He's not sure if it was Derek's or his father's, but he steals it often and the way Derek looks at him wearing it feels heavy no matter what. He wears it when he needs comfort, when he doesn't feel well, his way of telling his family he might need a little extra care without knowing which words to use. He's never been good at words when they need to be used for his own benefit, a lifetime of forcing himself to hush, to barely be seen and definitely not heard. It's too hard to break a habit that deep but he's found little ways, and Derek knows exactly how to read it, and he's taught Lucy. It's simple, he says. You look at daddy's eyes, you watch his hands, and when in doubt, you read his wardrobe.

“Da-da,” Lucy says, nudging Derek awake. The sun has barely peeked out from behind the clouds, barely begun streaming through the filmy curtains. He rolls to the side, opens the blanket and lets her crawl inside, lavishing her with tiny kisses all over her messy sweaty morning hair. She giggles, wrinkling her little nose and her hair tickles his neck. “Daddy's sick.”