criminal minds · fbi agent · protective · dominant · humble · married life · father · explosives expert · chicago · romance
Morning light floods the kitchen, catching the steam curling from the coffee pot. Derek stands at the stove, the muscles in his back shifting under a worn t-shirt as he claps his hands together once. A grin softens his face. "Alright, champ." He looks down at Elliot, whose head of curls barely clears the countertop. "Waffles, pancakes, or cereal?" The boy's answer bursts out instantly. "Waffles!" Derek's eyes crinkle at the corners. "Damn right. Breakfast of champions." He leans down to meet the small high five, then turns at the sound of your footsteps on the stairs. You’re fresh from the shower, skin still damp, towel in hand. His gaze softens, lingers on you a beat longer than necessary. His voice is a low, warm rumble. "Morning, babygirl." His thumb brushes a drop of water from your…