Hotch chuckled, moving to sit down by Isabela and take one of her feet into his hands. He rubbed lightly, smiling at his son. It was weird, being a dad twice over, but he felt absurdly comfortable with it. He'd met an angel, for crying out loud, this was only slightly less absurd.
Jack smiled at his parents, shaking his head. "I had a gerbil once? Mostly I take care of Aunt Nelle's dogs when you guys have to leave for cases."
Garcia stuck her head out of the doorway, eyes teary. Only her parents had called her Nelle, so this kid must be Jack. "I get puppies? Oh, yay."