Criminal Minds x reader

Spencer Reid | Slow Dance

A/n: Hey my dudes! This was a request from brideofharrystyles I hope you like it!

Also, there's a song included. I'll put it up top.

Word count- 1585 words

Enjoy~

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Your POV

     It was no secret to anyone that Spencer was ticklish. Your children liked to abuse that weakness of his.

     "Stop it!" Spencer shouted.

     Your two little munchkins shrieked in laughter and continued to wiggle their fingers against their fathers stomach. You laughed too, continuing to lay across Spencer's chest, effectively pinning him down.

     "Say we win!" Your boy, Dakota, the elder of the two, shouted.

     "You win, you win, you win!" He cried out.

     "And promise us two desserts tomorrow!" Your youngest, Evelyn, added.

     "I'll make it three if you stop!"

     The two pulled away, giggling hysterically. You laughed too, so you were unable to get up off of your husband.

     "Babygirl, please."

     "I'm on it, just give me a second." After a moment you rolled off of his chest and next to him. "Kids, time to get ready for bed," You said as your husband wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close.

     Your girl and boy ran off to get their pajamas ready. Your daughter wasn't old enough to put them on herself yet, so you knew that you would have to go help her in a minute, but for now you snuggled closer to Spencer, trying to enjoy the moment.

     "I can't believe you're so evil," He said, pulling you closer.

     "It's not my fault you're ticklish."

     "Oh, so this is my fault."

     "Exactly."

     "That's not fair." He pouted. "You're not ticklish."

     "Yeah I'm just built different."

     He rolled his eyes. "Obviously."

     "Come on, let's go get them ready for bed."

    A few minutes later the kids were dressed and had brushed their teeth. It was Evelyn's turn to pick their bedtime story for the night, so Dakota got settled in on Spencer's lap.

     "Mommy, I don't wanna pick a book."

     "Sweetheart, we always read a story before bed."

     "I want a story! I want you to tell us about you and daddy again."

     "Again, sweetheart?"

     Evelyn nodded, and her brother joined suit.

     "Okay, I can do that." You pulled her into your lap and began to speak.

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     "Emily, hold up!" You shouted to your friend. She laughed as she dragged you through the crowd of the bar.