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"What do you think they'll say?" Spencer and I were running around the kitchen, my hair tied up in a messy bun while his was in a shitty attempt of a ponytail. His Iq may be high, but one things for sure... he doesn't know how to make a very good ponytail.
"It's not what they'll say, but how they'll react." I turned my head, my green tie dye sweatshirt falling even further down my arm.
"What do you mean? Also, t ponytails shit. What are you gonna do if the baby's a girl?" Spencer sent me a look, grabbing me by my hips then sliding his hands up and tickling my sides. "Spencer!" I was laughing uncontrollably, reaching for the closest thing I could find and hitting him with it. That being a spatula.
"Ow, what the fuck?" He spoke between laughs, grabbing the weapon from me and disposing of it by throwing it in the already very full of dirty dishes sink. I laughed back, his hands pushing the stray hair behind my ears. "I love you." I smiled.
"And I love you, now hurry up, pretty boy. In about ten minutes we will have an apartment full of profilers and I don't need them seeing how messy we really are." Spencer rose his eyebrows, my lips parting as I nudged him in the arm. "Oh, shut up!" We both laughed, the doorbell sounding causing us to make strong and concerned eye contact. I watched as he threw off his apron, patting down his clothes then looking through the peep hole.
"It's them." his voice was just above a whisper, my eyes shifting all around the room then sighing when I decided to just fuck it and throw off my apron too. It was clean enough.I mean hey, I'm pregnant.
"Good morning, my loves!" Penelope walked in with a huge pink box full of donuts, a smile laying flat on my face.
"Strawberry frosted?" She grinned, Derek cutting her off and lifting the lid from the rest of the box.
"Strawberry frosted, baby mama." I bit my lip, shaking my head as I grabbed the fancy box from them and pulled out a pink iced circular piece of dough and practically shoved it down my throat. Everyone laughed, my face going slightly red.
"So, we asked you here for a reason.." everyone gathered around Spencer and I, mixes of orange juice and under sugar filled coffees held in their hands. I looked to Spencer one last time, the pink color on his face making me smile. "We're pregnant." Everyones faces lit up, pulling us into hugs and rubbing my belly.
"Hey kid, I'm your uncle Rossi. I have a mansion and there's a pool you can swim in when you get a tad bit bigger." I let out a breathless laugh, Dave pulling me into another hug and kissing both of my cheeks. "You know, I had something in mind... can we talk later?" My face softened, giving him a small nod then turning back to JJ and Penelope.
"So, you're really gonna do this?" I smiled.
"Yeah, I think I am." JJ then walked over.
"You know, I'm so happy for you guys. You and Spencer will be great parents." My smile widened, Spencer pulling me to the table as we all began to feast.
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"Rossi, what are you still doing here?" We'd been cleaning up for nearly an hour, our white and blue striped towel wiping across my fingers.
"Just admiring the view." My head turned, looking out the window to see the parking lot with the city not too far off in the background. I chuckled.
"Rossi." He turned, a deep breath leaving his lips as he pulled me to the couch.
"Listen, kid. I know you don't like when people do stuff for you- but, I was thinking... now that you're pregnant and everything, what if you got married at my house. Next Monday? The date you originally wanted anyway." I smiled. Monday August twelfth. I can't believe he remembered that.
Flashback *Three years ago*
I'd joined the bau last week, and they were already making me feel right at home. Emily had pulled us to a bar, the conversations random and weird, but it didn't matter... I've never had this much fun in my life let alone with people that I barely even know. That has to be some kind of sign or something.
"El, when's your dream wedding date?" I smiled. I'd known ever since I was a little girl, the day after my birthday. Call me a narcissist, but that way my parents could visit for my birthday and my wedding day and not complain as much about the travel expenses.
"August twelfth," everyone nodded, Spencer slightly blushing as he took another sip of his ice water. "What, book boy?" He shook his head.
"August twelfth is actually known to be the 'Glorious Twelfth.' Not many people know that, I just thought maybe you'd care to." I smiled.
"That's Special." Everyone agreed, my body falling back in my chair as I continued to sip on my drink. The Glorious Twelfth... special in deed.
*End of Flashback*
"The Glorious Twelfth." I chewed on my lip, pacing around the floor with my arms crossed after the words left his mouth.
"Fine, but I have to ask Spencer." Rossi smirked, a little pep in his step as he started making his way to the door. "What?" He turned, the knob moving with him.
"Spencer already said yes." My lips parted, my body falling flat on the couch as I watched Rossi walk out the door. It was really happening... I was getting married to the love of my life.
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a/n woooooooooo😃😃😃😃😃😃😃968 words✨ i fell asleep at 9pm last night👩🏼🦯
