Reid

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Bryn Reid

"Hey, sweetheart!" Spence exclaims, picking me up in his arms and lifting me off the ground, his head burying itself in my neck.

Spencer just got back on a case that took a week to solve, and to say I missed him would be an understatement.

"Daddy!" Our seven-year-old, Atlas jumps on his leg.

"Kiddo!" Spencer yells out with excitement as he picks up his son and spins around.

"How was it?" I question, my arms crossed as I lean against the door frame. He mouths the word 'suicide' and I nod.

"Come on, let's go get some sleep." I place a hand on each one of the boys' shoulders, leading Atlas into his room to tuck him in since I already had him changed and he had brushed his teeth.

Spence comes in as I get Atlas to lay down in a pair of sweatpants and presses a kiss to Atlas's head, lifting the navy blue covers over him.

I kiss his head as his eyes shut, flipping off the light and leaving a crack between the door in case he needs us and I grip onto Spencer's arm, walking into our room.

Spencer passes out first, probably exhausted from the last week as he clings onto my waist as he lays on top of me.

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"Atlas, baby, wake up." Spencer coos as he wakes Atlas up for school.

I sift through his closet, picking out a navy blue and rusty orange striped shirt with a breast pocket and a pair of gray sweatpant-styled shorts with a pair of tennis shoes.

I smile as I see a sleepy Atlas in Spencer's arms. He bounces slightly on his feet, Atlas's arms wrapped around his father's neck and his head on Spencer's shoulder.

Spencer has a peaceful expression on his face as he looks back at me. His gaze shifts to the other side of the room and I pull my phone out quickly, snapping a picture of my two boys. I put my phone to the side before either of them notice and set the clothes I picked out on the bed.

I make my way to the kitchen, starting on breakfast. Since the first few days after Spencer gets home is kind of slow and Atlas wants to spend as much time with him as he can, breakfast is usually simple, most of the time being cereal.

I look around the kitchen that was a darker red color with white cabinets and white tabletops. The accent color was the same red color as the walls, most of the bowls and decor being that color.

"Let's get some food in this belly!" Spencer yells out and there's small cheering behind him as they both come running in.

"What cereal do you want this morning, bub?" I ask and he excitedly points to Cocoa Puffs.

I pour some into one of the two glass bowls I sat out, then pouring the milk and putting a spoon in it, sliding it across the island.

"Can you make me a bowl of fruity pebbles, please?" Spencer asks with a cute smile as he watches Atlas eat his breakfast.

"Of course." I smile, sliding the bowl to him when I finished.

"Thank you, sweetheart." He leans over the counter and places a kiss on my forehead before scooping up a bite.

"You got 7 minutes to eat, and then you gotta get dressed, okay?" I tell Atlas and he nods, scooping quicker.

I nibble on a granola bar as the two boys finish up their cereal. Even as a kid I never ate breakfast. I used to get sick on the way to school if I did and now it's just become a habit not to unless we're going on a vacation-which doesn't happen often.