Ever Expanding
Summary: Spencer and his wife decide it’s time to expand their family
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Category: Fluff, Smut Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI!) trying for a baby (including mentions of conception and periods), pregnancy, breeding kink, body worshipping, fingering, oral (both receiving), unprotected penetrative sex Word count: 6.4k
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June
I have always loved the truth behind certain proverbs. Whenever I encountered a situation those metaphors would fit, I heard them echoing in my mind in my grandmother’s voice. So when I watched Spencer trying to soothe a crying baby as he walked up and down the nursery with him in his arms, it was only natural for one of those sayings to pop up in my head.
It takes a village to raise a child.
My best friend was down with a cold at the worst time possible. Her husband was on a work trip and her parents left for a vacation the day before. Spencer and I didn’t even have to give it a second thought when we offered to spend our Saturday at her house to help her out. She was in desperate need for someone to look after her son so she could rest.
Spencer was looking at me with desperation in his eyes, slowly running out of ideas on how to calm down the baby in his arms.
He turned to me and wondered, “Do you think he’s hungry? Should we wake his mom?”
I had been watching my husband with little Jacob for a while now, studying the infant’s reaction to everything Spencer tried to help him fall asleep.
“I don’t think that’s it. It hasn’t even been forty minutes since Katie fed him.” I walked up to both of them and reached my hands out for the child. “Let me give it a try.”
Jacob found his place in my arms as Spencer handed him over. Gently I cradled him until he nuzzled his face into my chest and started to calm down. After a few more moments the baby fell asleep and I put him into his crib.
My husband was looking at me with raised eyebrows, his eyes filled with curiosity and wonder.
“Wow, you’re really good at this,” he whispered as we quietly went downstairs into the living room.
Smirking at him, I couldn’t help but tease him about something I had mentioned earlier today. “You know what, I think Jacob just agrees with me that the scent of your new aftershave is way too strong.”
“Fine! I’ll switch to the old one,” he started laughing and sat down on the couch.
Joining him there, I placed a chaste kiss on my husband’s lips before I let my thoughts wander while staring at him. I couldn’t stop the corners of my mouth from curling upwards when one particular thought kept resonating in my mind.
Spencer started mirroring my smile without even knowing what had evoked my happiness. Curiosity overtook him when he finally asked, “What are you thinking about?”
I felt a warmth spreading through my body, all the way up to my cheeks. For a moment I contemplated whether I should actually say it or not, so I took a deep breath to gain some time. When my mind jumped to previous conversations about this topic, I felt a certainty that Spencer would be excited about what I had to say.
“I think I want to have a baby.”
The gold in his irises took on a glimmer that radiated warmth and love. He smiled at me with a wide grin, swinging his arms around my body to press me firmly against his chest. I could hear his heart beating faster than necessary, reflecting the excitement of my own heart thumping hard against my ribs.
When he loosened his hold around my body I sat back up straight to be able to see his face. His eyes were glistening now and I could tell that Spencer tried hard to contain the tears of joy from falling from his lashes. It was as if the man who always loved to ramble about his thoughts had suddenly run out of words. Still, I needed reassurance that my interpretation of his reaction was correct.
“So… What do you think?”
“I have told you before that I would be ready whenever you are. And I am so ready,” he announced as he gently placed one of his hands on my stomach. “I can’t wait to see you carrying our child.”
September
When we decided it was time for us to grow our family, my wife and I tried not to put too much pressure on ourselves. With my work schedule we knew that this could take a while. The right timing was crucial when it came to the probabilities of conceiving, so not being around for several days at a time made things a little complicated.
On more than one occasion she reminded me that trying for a baby was supposed to be fun – which it definitely was – but she still couldn’t conceal a mild disappointment the last two times she got her period.
Being with my wife for several years now meant that I knew her body like the back of my hand, which is why I was aware that the chances of her getting pregnant were increased for the next three days. When I texted her that I was on my way home and she responded that she would wait for me in the bedroom, I was certain that she was aware of that too.
I found her standing beside the bed in a set of purple lingerie I had never seen before.
“Hi love,” I chuckled as I stepped closer to her, “did you buy that for me?”
“I did. Do you like it?”
Just looking at her let my heart drum erratically inside my chest, so I already knew that touching her would threaten to let it jump through my ribcage. A risk I was gladly willing to take.
“Liking is an understatement. You look stunning.”
I let my fingertips ghost over the lacy fabric, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. It was as if her warmth entered my body through my hands, spreading in my chest and wandering even lower. My wife closed the remaining gap between us, placing her lips on mine in a kiss that quickly grew demanding.
Even after years of allowing me to touch her, I would never stop getting excited whenever she granted me her nearness. Being inside her arms felt like coming home, evoking a sense of safety in me I had yearned for so long and could never find with anyone else.
She deepened the kiss with her tongue brushing over mine and I was more than happy to mirror her eagerness. My hands flew to her waist to grip her body harshly, a whimper escaping her throat at the contact. I let my hands wander down to grab a hold of the curve of her backside, exploring her body as if I hadn’t already done that countless times.
Practiced hands quickly undid the buttons of my shirt while her tender lips kissed down my neck. She couldn’t be stopped on her mission to rid me of all my clothes, a smug grin on her face when she found me already hard. With her hands on my shoulders she pushed me down to sit on the edge of the bed.
My hands roamed over her body as I looked up at her to find an appetite in her eyes I had rarely seen before. She licked her lips as she dropped down on her knees before me, a gasp escaping my throat when she wrapped her hand around my length without a warning.
She didn’t waste any time as she immediately started trailing kisses along my shaft, licking and nipping on sensitive skin while I felt like I might melt under her touch. When she took me in her mouth and sunk down on my cock without breaking eye contact, I had to focus not to finish right then and there.
“Fuck! You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth!”
I noticed her pressing her thighs together, rubbing them against one another slightly.
She was just as aroused as I was.
“Are you getting excited, my love?” I mocked her in a playful tone while brushing a strand of hair out of her face to tuck it behind her ear. She hummed in agreement.
“Go on, touch yourself.”
She didn’t hesitate to follow my order, one of her hands dropping down to her core to rub against the fabric of her underwear. Her throat vibrated against my hardness as she choked out a moan. I watched as she pushed the lace aside, attempting to enter herself. She was interrupted by my words.
“Can’t wait for me to fill you up, huh?”
Her mouth left me as she got up from her place on the floor and whined, “Fuck, Spencer, I need you so bad.”
Together we removed the remaining pieces of clothing from her body before we lay down on the bed. My mouth was on hers before her back met the mattress. With an urgency I hadn’t expected, she took my hand to lead it down her body while opening her thighs.
I was not in the mood to tease her, instantly making contact with her heat with my fingers pressing against the crest of her center. With tight circles around her most sensitive spot I made her body quiver before pushing my fingers into her. I worked my digits inside her while she praised me with the sounds of her undoing.
“Tell me what you want,” I demanded.
With half-lidded eyes she looked at me, already lost in her pleasure, “Fuck me.”
I retracted my hand, denying her any contact despite her whimpers.
“Tell me what you really want.”
She hesitated to answer me, staring at me like a doe caught in the headlights. Her cheeks were glowing while she contemplated her response.
“I want you to get me pregnant,” she finally answered with a slight tremble in her voice.
“Yeah?” I groaned as I found my home between her legs. “I want that too. More than anything.”
Impatiently, she reached between our bodies to guide me to her entrance. With open arms she welcomed me in her embrace as she shared her body with me. Our lips connected as we melted into each other, our hips finding a rhythm that would soon bring us ecstasy. We only separated our mouths to gasp for air and let moans and sighs escape our throats before merging once more.
Her whole body clung onto mine as if her life depended on it, our chests pressed together for our hearts to get in touch just like the rest of us did. I felt her body starting to quiver underneath me, the telltale signs of her impending climax giving away her current state. I slightly pulled back to look at her, finding her with a scrunched up face and heated cheeks.
“Not yet, my love,” I whispered. “Can you hold on a little while longer? I want you to come with me.”
She answered me with a light nod before throwing her head back and biting down on her lip. Her walls tightly clenched around my cock, bringing me closer to my own breaking point.
“Fuck, you really want it, huh?” I groaned.
She stared at me with pupils blown wide, almost looking desperate for me to give her what she needed. She took a deep breath before pleading, “Please!”
My thrusts became erratic and fast until she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her walls started to flutter, throwing me over the edge with her. With one last forceful push I halted at her deepest point and groaned, “Here you go, take it!”
I felt her core pulsating around me while I filled her with my warmth until I had nothing left to give and collapsed into her arms. Still, she had no intention of letting me go anytime soon, her arms and legs around my body secured my position inside her embrace. I felt her fingertips dancing over my back in soothing patterns as I evened out my breathing.
“I love you,” I mumbled into the skin of her neck as I lazily kissed along her skin.
I felt her throat vibrating under my lips, humming chipper before she purred, “I love you more.”
When we were ready to separate our bodies at last, I carefully slipped out of her to lie down beside her instead. With bent knees and her thighs pressed together, my wife tried to keep my essence inside her for as long as possible. Snuggling into her side, my palm glided over her body before lingering on her lower stomach.
“Can you imagine,” she sleepily whispered, “that soon there will be our child growing inside me?”
I kissed her cheek and thought about it for a moment.
“To be honest, it’s beyond my imagination that we have the ability to create life together. But I am more than ready to witness this miracle.”
October
It’s interesting how one starts to associate certain fragrances with a loved one. If anyone would have asked me, I could have answered them in an instant that Spencer reminded me of the scent of coffee. Not only was it his favorite beverage, but it also was the smell I noticed immediately the first time he brought me to his apartment all those years ago.
When we moved into a new place together right before our wedding, it didn’t take long for our apartment to take on this scent as well. I grew very fond of the fact that even when he was away, the smell of coffee still lingered between the fragrances of old books and fresh laundry.
Over the years my husband and I had created a perfectly comfortable routine for our weekends spent together. He would let me sleep in until the morning sun would naturally wake me and I would come to a kitchen filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee.
Only today everything felt different. When I was hit with the smell I had grown so accustomed to once I stepped out of the bedroom, my stomach seemed to turn and build a knot. All of a sudden I couldn’t stand the thought of this beverage, holding onto my stomach as I tried to contain my nausea.
I expected to find concern in Spencer’s look once his eyes found mine, but instead he started to grin at me when he noticed my current state. Confused about his reaction, I ran back into the bedroom, opened a window and laid back down on the bed. He was quick to step in behind me, bringing in a whiff of the newly despised scent with him.
“You need to air out the apartment,” I whined.
“You need to take a pregnancy test,” he chuckled.
Wide-eyed I stared at my husband at the realization of his words. What I had instantly assumed to be some sort of stomach bug could in fact very likely be an early sign of pregnancy.
Still, I was confused at his suggestion. “But… I had my period last week?”
“Is it possible that it was just spotting?”
I thought about it for a second before nodding, “Maybe.”
It was no understatement to say that I had never seen my husband so excited. With a little jump in his step he disappeared from my sight for a moment before coming back with an assortment of four different types of pregnancy tests.
“When did you buy all of these?” I laughed when he placed them on the nightstand.
Innocently as ever he just shrugged and stated, “I had a really good feeling about this when we had sex a few weeks ago, so I may have gone a little overboard the next day. I didn’t want you to feel pressured so I… kind of hid them in my closet?”
There was no way for me to contain the giggles bubbling out of me. I adored all of Spencer’s newfound sides ever since we decided to start a family.
“You’re cute,” I snickered. “But just so you know, I will only take one of them.”
He took one of the packages and handed it to me. “Then take this one, it has the best reviews.”
I wasn’t even surprised to learn that my husband apparently had done research on pregnancy tests. What did surprise me, however, was when I noticed him attempting to enter the bathroom with me.
“What now? Do you seriously want to watch me pee on this stick?” I asked him while placing a firm hand on his chest.
“I mean, not really… but also… kind of yes? I’m sorry, I don’t want to make this weird but I want to be with you every step of the way.”
I placed a brief kiss on his lips before I told him, “Just give me a second, okay?” He nodded and let me close the bathroom door.
A few moments later I stepped out with the test in my hand. Both of us stared at the little stick until two red lines appeared. It took me a while to realize what this meant as I stared down at the item in my hand in shock. Spencer apparently skipped the being-shocked part, instead he swung his arms around me excitedly and happily chirped, “We’re having a baby!”
“Oh my god,” I gasped when I found my words again, “I have a tiny human growing in my belly!”
My husband pulled back to look at me, his smile dropping as he studied my facial expression. “You okay?,” he softly asked.
“Yeah, I’m okay… Just overwhelmed.”
He placed his palms on my cheeks once he noticed the glistening in my eyes. Looking at him instantly soothed me and I leaned into his touch. When a single tear fell from my lashes, he was quick to catch it with his thumb rubbing over my face.
“You’re going to be a dad,” I whispered.
He softly kissed me, lingering on my lips for a second before mumbling against them, “And you’re going to be a mom.”
Swinging my arms around his neck, I allowed no distance between our bodies as I kissed him feverishly. He smiled against my mouth and grabbed my waist firmly to keep me steady. We spent the rest of the day tangled up inside each other’s arms, slowly but surely grasping our newfound reality as expecting parents.
A few days later Spencer came home from work with so many bags in his hands, he had trouble closing the door behind him. With a loud thud he placed them on the dining table, the outline of the bags making it obvious that he had visited a library.
I stepped closer and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. I took a glance inside the bags to find it filled with countless books about pregnancy, parenting and developmental psychology.
“I may have gone overboard again,” my husband confessed.
February
One of the many books I read about pregnancy mentioned that a lot of couples experience a honeymoon phase during the second trimester. After those first few weeks of seeing my wife with all kinds of unpleasant pregnancy symptoms, noticing her being at ease for once was all I wanted. It was still surprising to see her literally starting to glow more with each day right before the Christmas holidays.
I never thought her becoming even more beautiful was a possibility, but now more often than not I caught myself just staring at her in awe. Once her body started swelling, I had troubles keeping my hands off her but she welcomed my nearness now more than ever.
Her body reacted intensely to each of my touches, so much as gently rubbing over her belly had the ability to make her eyes glisten. I appreciated this newfound intimacy between us, never had I felt closer to her than those last few weeks and I was sure that she felt just the same.
When I got home from running errands earlier, there was nothing that could have stopped me from quietly climbing into bed with her to join her in her afternoon nap. Once she felt my body pressed into her back, she leaned against me and hummed contently.
I let my palm brush over her small bump while placing a brief kiss on her neck. When I settled on the pillow behind her to close my eyes, she protested with a raspy voice, “No, don’t stop.”
She turned so she could face me and whispered, “I need more kisses.”
I had no intention of denying her that. My lips found hers in a soft kiss, tenderly brushing over her mouth. Still, it didn’t seem to be enough for her. With a fervor I hadn’t expected, she deepened the kiss within seconds. Her hand found the nape of my neck, pulling me even closer to not let me get away.
With my hand on her back I pressed myself against her body as much as the swell of her belly would allow me to. She sighed into our kiss, making it obvious that she needed to feel me even closer. When my lips brushed over her neck, she gasped at the contact.
“Spencer?” I suddenly heard her say.
I stopped my descent down her neck to look at her instead. “Yes, my love?”
She looked down at her body, hinting at her belly before finding my eyes again. “Do you still think I’m sexy?”
“I think you’re becoming more beautiful every day.”
My answer didn't seem to please her. “Beautiful is not the same as sexy.”
In a way it was the same for me, but I was smarter than to start arguing with her in that moment. She needed reassurance and I would spend the rest of my life doing anything to prove the extent of my love for her if she needed me to.
“Everything about you is sexy,” I paused to place a kiss on her lips. “I love to see the way your body adapts to make room for our child. That could never change my desire for you.”
The glimmer in her eyes told me she was content with my answer but her smirk revealed she wasn’t planning on letting me off the hook just yet. Her hand found my jaw, gripping it tightly to turn my head until her lips brushed over my ear.
“Prove it,” she cooed.
My wife started giggling when I began to hastily undress the both of us, eager to make sure she understood just how much I wanted her. Once we both were bare I knelt beside her and let my eyes roam over her figure, my sight lingering on the curves of her body.
How she could not see the way her body looked like a statue carved into marble by an artist trying to do a goddess justice, I could not understand. I had always been someone who appreciated art and couldn’t quite grasp the fact that the greatest masterpiece on earth was lying in my bed waiting for me to admire her fully.
I was only brought back from my reverie by the sensation of soft fingertips brushing over my thigh before finding my hardness. My eyes fell to my lap to find her hand caressing me, reminding me of my abandoned mission to prove my desire.
She stared at me with heated cheeks, parted lips and dark eyes as she waited for me to take care of her. When I started kissing every inch of her body within reach, I couldn’t help but smile into her skin at her reaction. She was sensitive to my touches, spurring me on by singing my praise in the form of the sound of her undoing.
When I found my destination between her legs, her folds were already glistening, ready for me to taste them. I smirked at the fact how easily she was aroused and I didn’t waste any more time to bring her some relief. Once my tongue met her silken skin, she instantly started bucking her hips against my face.
I swung my arms around her thighs to keep her steady but she still managed to keep rocking her hips slightly. The lower half of my face was covered in her arousal within seconds and I noticed how it didn’t take much effort for her to be chasing her climax. When my fingers started pushing into her, she fell over the edge in no time.
“Fuck, Spencer!” She sighed while pushing against my forehead before it got too much for her.
I lay back down beside her, my hand wandering over her body as she came down from her high. She looked at me with a bright smile and snickered, “Did you get better at this or is it just the hormones making everything more intense?”
I joined her in her laughter and suggested, “Maybe both?”
“Whatever it is, I am so turned on all the time now.”
Kissing her lips, I mumbled against them, “I’m not complaining.”
“Yeah?” She purred while her hand snuck between our bodies to wrap around my erection. “I might need you to quit your job so you can be here to make me come all day.”
She started stroking me, her thumb gliding over the leaking tip of my cock.
“I’ll consider it,” I groaned before finding her in a hasty kiss.
With a firm push against my shoulder, my wife had me laying on my back for her to find her home in my lap. My hands on her hips guided her as she sunk down on me, letting me enter her in one swift motion. She steadied herself with her hands on my chest before slowly rocking her hips against mine.
Accelerating her pace quickly, I joined her motion with my own body, moving with her in perfect synchronicity. By scrunching up her face she let me know that she was chasing another high, so I let my hand wander from her hip to where our bodies were joined to press my thumb against the bud of her core.
My name fell from her lips right when her body started to quiver as another climax ripped through her. I felt her throbbing around my cock and didn’t stop bucking my hips until she started whimpering, exhaustion clearly visible in her face. She sat still on top of me for a moment as she tried to even out her breathing.
I brushed my hands over her sides and whispered, “We can stop now if you want?”
“No!” She protested while attempting to start moving again, “I’m not done yet. I just–“
I grabbed her hips and gently guided her off my lap, helping her lie down beside me. I turned her to her side and pressed my chest into her back as I trailed kisses down her neck.
“Let me take care of you, my love.”
She moaned loudly when my hand descended to her center to rub over her most sensitive spot. After a few moments I left her folds in favor of adjusting her hips until I could push into her. Her body welcomed the intrusion, her wetness letting me glide into her with ease.
Before I started moving I kissed her cheek and asked, “Are you comfortable like that?”
“Yes,” she reassured me.
With slow and deep thrusts I pushed into her while kissing every bit of skin on her neck and shoulder within reach.
“I love you. So much,” I mumbled against her skin breathlessly.
“I love you, too.”
Together we entered a state of pure bliss, rocking our bodies against one another while the room filled with the sounds of our joined pleasure. As soon as her walls started fluttering around my length, I dared to let go myself and released any remaining tension into her heat.
I didn’t dare to end our union for as long as I stayed hard but the disadvantage of the male anatomy forced me to slip out of her a few moments later. After cleaning the both of us up, I found my place inside my wife’s embrace. My palm glided over her bump as I nestled my face into the crook of her neck while my imagination trailed to the life that was awaiting us.
Just a few weeks from now, life as we knew it would change completely. We would finally be able to hold our child and I already knew I would do everything in my power to keep them safe. I felt my heart getting heavy at the thought of not being able to be around all the time.
Maybe I needed to quit my job after all.
May
With everything getting more exhausting every day passing, I appreciated that Spencer decided to take a sabbatical before going on parental leave. He did the majority of the housework and was eager to cater to my every need. As much as I tried to stay independent, I reached my limits when it came to things as simple as shaving my legs or picking up an item from the floor.
My husband was aware of my limitations and was there to lend me a hand whenever he heard me groan in frustration. Today this sound escaped my throat at my attempts to put my socks on. I didn’t even have to call his name, Spencer stood in the doorframe of the bedroom as soon as he heard me struggling.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, the distance between my hands and my feet suddenly seemed impossibly large with my belly in the way.
“Can I help you with that?” He offered while stepping closer to me.
Once he saw me nodding, he crouched down in front of me and took the socks from my hands. He put them on me and lingered his fingers around my swollen ankles to massage them for a few moments. Our eyes locked and I found him smiling at me.
“Remember when you said that my body growing didn’t change the fact that you are attracted to me?”
“Of course,” he said and got up from the floor to sit on the bed beside me.
And although I already knew what his answer would be because he was relentless in showing his love to me, I still wanted to hear him say it. “Do you still feel that way?”
“Yes. I still think you’re beautiful,” he paused and raised one eyebrow. “Is this your way of trying to tell me that you want to sleep with me?”
“No, it’s not,” I laughed, “It’s just… I am so huge! Like, I’m sure if you get too close to me you will enter my orbit and crash into me.”
I was met with a confused look, so I clarified, “...because I’m as big as a planet. It was supposed to be a joke.”
“Oh! Funny.” He chuckled, “You’re not that big, though.”
I stretched out my feet and wiggled them in an overly dramatic manner.
“Spencer, I can’t even put on my own socks!” I snickered.
Gently he brushed a loose strand of hair out of my face to tuck it behind my ear while whispering, “I don’t mind helping you.”
It wasn’t even that I was insecure about my current looks. I actually liked the way the swell of my body looked and I felt beautiful and confident on most days. But hearing him say it evoked a spark in me, a sensation I couldn’t get enough of.
It was as if he sensed what I was thinking when he wondered, “What do I need to do to make you believe that I still think you’re beautiful?”
“Oh, I believe you. I just wanted to hear you say it.”
He smiled at my sincerity and cooed, “My love, you are stunning. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. I felt this way when I first laid eyes on you, I feel this way now and I will still feel this way after you've given birth, no matter how your body will change then.”
I felt the tears pricking in the corners of my eyes, soon to be soothed by Spencer rubbing his thumbs over my cheeks and placing a soft kiss on my lips. He got up and motioned for me to lean against the headboard of the bed. Already knowing what he had planned, I lifted my shirt to expose my belly. He got a bottle of lotion from the nightstand and sat down beside me.
With gentle circling motions he spread the lotion over my skin, massaging me and by doing so, getting in contact with our baby. It became a little routine he adapted ever since our child started kicking all those weeks ago. At first he was disappointed to not experience them in the same way I did, but then he found a way to get in touch anyway.
One time he had told me about his friend JJ’s first pregnancy, when she would let him feel her bump and he absolutely freaked out over the sensation of a tiny human pressing their little limbs against their mother’s body. It seemed to be very different for him now that it was his child he felt moving.
He couldn’t wait to feel them for the first time, almost seeming jealous that I was able to sense our child’s movements weeks before he could. When I quickly took his hand to press it against my belly one day, he looked at me teary-eyed when he finally felt them kicking inside me.
So now whenever he felt the need to be closer to the growing life inside my belly, he would ask me to let him rub my bump, just like he did now. He placed a soft kiss right above my belly button before he chirped, “Hey little one, are you awake?”
His palm glided over my skin, carefully pressing his fingertips into it to evoke a reaction from our baby. It didn’t take long for them to recognize their father, I felt them moving their little body as Spencer spoke to them.
“Someone’s happy to hear their daddy,” I let him know.
Spencer looked at me with a bright grin. He kept brushing his hands over my bump until he felt our baby’s motion as well. “There you are,” he whispered before placing a kiss where he felt them moving.
Just like he always did, my husband then started reciting his favorite children’s book to our baby. He had bought a copy of it weeks ago although he knew every word by heart. His mother used to read it to him when he was a little kid, creating a cherished but rare memory of happy childhood days.
By now I knew every word of that story myself but I loved to hear them falling from Spencer’s lips. I adored the way the tone of his voice slightly changed to a higher pitch whenever he talked to the baby. My hand found his hair, gently playing with his curls while I watched him telling the story.
I felt my heart swelling at the sight in front of me. It was clear from the first time I saw him interacting with a kid that he would be a great father. But seeing him making so much effort to bond with his child even before they were born, made me love him even more.
After finishing the story, Spencer kissed my belly once more and mumbled against the skin, “I love you, little one. I can’t wait to meet you soon.”
July
Exactly six weeks after my daughter was born, it was time for me to let my coworkers in on the decision I had made a while ago. My wife and I had talked about it for hours and I appreciated her being supportive about whichever way I decided to go. Of course I knew that it would make her more than happy to have me around more but she would never push me to do something I wasn’t ready for.
She didn’t have to anyway. Holding Marie in my arms for the first time was all the push I needed to decide I didn’t want to go back to the BAU after my parental leave. At least not in full capacity. I would still consult with them on cases but I was planning to take on a job offer as a professor for Criminal Psychology this fall.
When I got home from the FBI headquarters I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I found my two girls cuddled up together on the couch, my wife was still napping while my daughter seemed to be well-rested, happily babbling while inspecting her mother’s face.
Quietly I moved over to them, noticing how my daughter started to kick her little legs once I was close enough for her to see me. I couldn’t help but pick my little girl up when I saw her like that. I didn’t mean to wake my wife but her eyes shot open once she sensed the absence of our child beside her.
“It’s okay, it’s just me,” I whispered as I sat down beside her with Marie in my arms.
“How did it go?” She wondered with a raspy voice as she sat up and stretched her arms over her head.
“It went really well. They were very understanding.” Turning to my daughter I added, “Nothing in this world could keep me away from you.”
My wife moved closer to place a chaste kiss on my lips before nestling her body into my side. She tenderly let her fingertips brush over Marie’s head.
“I really hope she gets your curls,” she snickered.
I looked at her, finding the corners of her mouth curled up in a sleepy grin. I placed my lips on hers and mumbled against them, “As long as she gets your smile.”
Both of our sights wandered down to our daughter in my arms, staring at her with wonder in our eyes. Sometimes it was still hard to wrap my head around the fact that we created life together. My heart was so filled with love that even if I spoke all the languages in the word, there still wouldn’t be enough words to express the extent of my affection.
My eyes widened when I noticed Marie granting me the wish I voiced moments ago. For the first time since I met her, she mirrored her parents’ expression and smiled back at us. That was when I saw it.
Our daughter really had her mother’s smile.
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