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I was standing at the end of the isle, bouquet in my left hand, my father to my right. "Ready?" I let out a deep breath, sending him a small smile followed by a nod. I watched as he smiled back, what looked to be a tear rolling off his cheek as he linked arms with me.
When we turned the corner my heart dropped, the sight of Spencer in a suit was all I needed to see. I bit my lip, everyone standing with their eyes on me. I couldn't fixate my gaze on anyone other than him, his smile cheesy and wide as he wiped away some of his own tears.
Once my father and I made it to the alter he shook Spencer's hand, giving me a tight hug and whispering 'I love you' in my ear. His words made me suck my lips in, my arms falling straight to my sides as I stood in front of Spencer. We laughed nervously, just staring at each other and taking everything in.
Before the pastor began Spencer bent down, his hands caressing my stomach and leaving a soft kiss on the barley noticeable bump. I rubbed my hand through his hair during his small doing, his eyes looking up into mine then kissing my hand. I smiled.
"Dearly beloved we are gathered here today..." I zoned out, just saying whatever I had to then taking Spencer's hand in mine waiting to shove the thick silver band on his finger.
I watched as he did the same with me, his cheeks glowing bright pink as his smile never broke. He was so happy, and so was I.
"Doctor Spencer Reid, do you take Elizabeth Young as your lawful wedded wife?" He smiled.
"I do." I slid on his ring as soon as he said the words, his lips curling so high I thought they might rip.
"Do you, Elizabeth Young, take Spencer Reid as your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness and in health, for better or for worse?" I sucked in my lips again, my face shining as I looked flat into his eyes.
"I do." He slid my ring on gently, his thumb rubbing over my hand as he pulled away.
"With the power invested in me, I know pronounce you husband in wife. You may kiss your bride." Spencer's smile never broke, wasting no time and grabbing me like his life had depended on it. The kiss was deep, his tongue diving into my mouth as his hands gripped my face like I was some kind of bicycle or something. After awhile we both pulled away, just staring at eachother for a second until I broke the silence with a quiet whisper.
"Till death do us apart." He grinned, grabbing my hand and walking us back down the isle, together.
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"So, how's it feel to be Mrs. Dr. Spencer Reid?" Emily wiggled her brows, Morgan shimmying my shoulders.
"Oh, shut up. I don't think I get the whole doctor title anyway." I sipped on a virgin cocktail, starting to hate the whole 'pregnant' thing a little bit more each day.
"I mean, you can have whatever you'd like." I turned, a smug smirk on Spencer's face causing me to roll my eyes.
"Ugh, not you too." He bit his lip.
"Especially me. Now, come dance with me." My brows furrowed, my lips parting.
"The Spencer Reid, wants to dance... with me?" He nodded, not taking no for an answer and dragging me to the floor.
We danced for awhile, stopping when the cake was wheeled out and ready to be served. "Everybody gather around." Rossi's voice caught my attention, Spencer and I sharing a look before I pulled him to the little set up stage to hear what Dave had to say.
"Well first off I'd like to say that I hope everybody's having a good time," everyone cheered, Rossi smiling as he bent back down and into the mic. "Next I'd like to say how great the bride and groom are and how happy I am for the both of them. You guys are like kids to me, and I love you both. I think I speak for all of us, or at least the team when I say, it's about damn time." Everyone laughed, Rossi dismissing everyone as we walked over to the cake table.
We cut the first slice together, a waitress lady taking over and getting some for everybody else. Spencer shoved the cake in my face, completely missing my mouth causing me to giggle. I did the same to him, my laugh so audible that some heads turned. I just shook my head, falling into his arms and hugging him. I wanted this moment to last forever, thank god there was a photographer.
"I love you." I looked up at his cake filled face, my white heels slipping around as he dragged me back to the dance floor.
"I love you too, so much, my princess." His voice was more of a whisper, his hands wrapping tighter around me as we slow danced. This night was magical, from the white rose bouquets of flowers to the sky lights all around. Our wedding really was... perfect.
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a/n they're married😼882 words✨ also happy FRIDAYYYYYYYY
