𝐋𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 | Spencer Reid

Chapter 28 - Etched in Stone

It's been three years since you and Spencer became a thing and two years since you officially started dating. These past few years have been the best of your life, Spencer was a perfect boyfriend and treated you right, not to mention the amazing sex. However, you've decided to lay off of the kinky stuff at work because of the last time you got caught, but that only made the other stuff you did that much more intense.

You haven't moved in with each other but you practically lived at each other's places. You had each other's keys and were together all the time. 

He's learned to push aside his fear of losing you and live in the moment, though from time to time you'd catch him being a bit overprotective especially in the field. The team has been nothing but supportive of your relationship despite the occasional teasing. You guys could be married for 10 years and they would still find a way to poke fun at you two as you were the babies of the BAU.

Watching as the love of your life frantically waltzed around his kitchen cooking dinner for you as he loved to do, you couldn't help but smile warmly. The topic of marriage has been brought up here and there so you found yourself picturing the future a lot. When you looked at Spencer all you saw was your future, you were going to marry this man whether he likes it or not.

You had been feeling off the entire day but brushed it off as your boyfriend suggested that a homecooked meal would make you feel better and you agreed. Ever since the cooking class night that Rossi held at his house for the team, Reid would not stop boasting about how he nailed the recipe.

Snapping you out of your thought, Spencer placed the full, steaming plate in front of you with a proud grin on his face. He threw the towel back over his shoulder, "Here you go, you're favorite!"

You give him a thankful peck on his soft lips before grabbing a fork. As you twirled the pasta through the tongs you couldn't help but notice that your appetite had mysteriously disappeared. Trying to push the thought aside you took a bite as Spencer watched you. Suddenly, your lack of appetite turned into disgust.

Being a profiler, he immediately noticed the change in expression on your face. "What's wrong, Princess?" he asked with confusion and a hint of worry on his face.

"I-I don't know, I'm just not really hungry anymore. The smell is making me a bit nauseous," your stomach turned as an uneasy feeling washed over you. 

Your boyfriend watched with concern as you pushed the plate away from you. "But you love when I make Rossi's Alfredo Fettucine," he asked sadly.

"I do Spencer, I just- I don't know why I feel so sick..." you clutched your stomach as the twisted feeling began to rise. Slapping your hand over your mouth, you ran to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet.

Spencer came running after you and gently pulled your hair back, rubbing your back as you continued to empty your guts into the toilet. When you somewhat regained your composure you dizzily walked over to the sink and began brushing your teeth with the spare toothbrush he kept for you.

"Y/N are you..."

"I don't know," you said slightly out of breath.

You rummaged through his cabinet as you found a pregnancy test from the last scare you two had. Looking over at Spencer your expressions were the same, tense. You kicked him out of the room as you fiddled with the plastic in your hand. Rolling your eyes you said fuck it and peed on the absorbent tip.

Pacing around the bathroom once you were finished, your entire body was on edge in anticipation. With one glance at the test that was sitting on the counter, your heart dropped into your stomach making you feel like you were going to throw up once more.

You stared at the double pink lines, frozen in place. Your heart was no longer pounding, everything simply stood still, the silence of the bathroom was deafening. You have a fucking baby in you. The sound of Spencer's knocking caused you to jump, "Princess...you okay?" he asked in a soft voice.

Slowly turning the knob, you were met with his warm face. You handed the positive test to him and he hesitantly took it from you. His eyes scanned it about a hundred times, not believing his eyes. You grew concerned as his fallen face until the corners of his mouth lifted into a shocked smile.

"Oh my God," you pulled you into an eager hug, "Wait this is good right?"

"Do you think so?" you asked.

"I mean it's definitely a surprise but I'm not upset about it." Your concern washed away at Spencer's reaction and a relieved smile quickly played on your face.

"We're having a baby," he whispered cupping your face. "WE'RE HAVING A BABY!" he lifted you off the ground and spun you around as your giggles filled the room. Gently placing you down he ran into his bedroom, "That means now I can do this." 

You stood in his kitchen watching him inquisitively as he rummaged through his drawer. "I wasn't planning on doing this for some time but here goes nothing," he said running back in front of you. Planting a kiss on your forehead, he kneeled down revealing a small velvet black box in his hands. Your jaw dropped open as you placed your hand on top of it. Holy fucking shit.

"Princess, you are the absolute love of my life, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and no one else. Y/N Y/L/N will you marry me?"

Tears momentarily blurred your vision as you looked into your boyfriend's pleading yet hopeful eyes. "Yes of course I'll marry you, you idiot!" you laughed as you stuck your left hand out. Spencer slowly slipped the absolutely stunning and sparkling ring onto your finger.

Before standing up straight he placed his hands on the sides of your waist and planted a long kiss on your tummy. "I love you so fucking much," he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

As you stood there in Spencer's embrace you couldn't help but think of your crazy story was. You had no clue what was to come as you walked into the bar with your team that night. Who knew you would be binded with the love of your life through a drunken confession. You thanked whatever was in those shots that night because you wouldn't have your life any other way.

Whether it was etched in stone or doodled in pencil, Spencer Reid was the only one for you.

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AHHH! There it is you guys! I can't explain how much I love you all for sticking around and giving my very first story a chance. I've never felt so much support as I have on Wattpad and I thank you all for it. The comments both warm my heart and make me piss of laughter. It's crazy to think that this started as a stupid product of quarantine boredom to a story with 12k fucking reads (at the time that I published this chapter)! 

I am currently writing an epilogue and even a couple of bonus chapters of alternate endings. So it's not COMPLETELY over just yet! There will be a bonus chapter of Spencer going through with being a bottom and not having a breakdown, and there will be one of Y/N and Emily actually having sex that one night. 

Here: PLEASE comment certain alternate endings or just chapters that you wanted to see throughout the story but didn't happen and I will turn them into bonus chapters! 

In terms of more books, I'm not sure if I will be writing another Criminal Minds fic as I finished the show in the midst of writing this but this fandom (the mf nontoxic side) will always have a special place in my heart! 

Also, a random fact, I'm an entire virgin so all of the smut scenes were my pure ~imagination~ LMAO.