The Hotchner boys were having a father, son dag in the park. Hotch was watching jack schommel, swing on the swings and then watched as his son ran toward him.

“daddy, who is your valentine? mine is lily.” he zei with a big smile on his face.
Hotch thought for a moment then replied. “i don’t have one buddy.”
“but daddy, u have ta find one. So she can make u smile.” he pouted.
“umm, I don’t know what to tell u 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 meer focused on...