the great war, spencer reid [ 2 ]

046. mother hen

The team have a day off, Spencer spending the day at the hospital while Theodora is at daycare until him or Eliza pick her up.

It's the middle of the afternoon and Spencer had fallen asleep while reading a book, given his sleep schedule hasn't been the exact best lately -- or in a long time, for that matter.

His head is on the bed, one hand clasped around Bedelia's, the other resting on her leg.

Spencer's woken up by the feeling of a hand tangling in his hair, lightly rubbing his scalp. He subconsciously leans his head into the touch, much like a cat, letting out a small hum. He raises his free hand, resting it on the hand that's in his hair, his thumb rubbing over the person's knuckles.

His mind catching up to him, Spencer's eyebrows furrow, his brain running through possibilities. Feeling the hand, he immediately recognizes it as the one he's become accustomed to holding through years.

Spencer lifts his head, looking over, jaw dropping at his wife's brown eyes staring at him. Eyes he hasn't seen in two months and a half months, a small smile on her face at his deer in the headlights look.

"Delia? You-- you're okay. You're awake." He gets up, grabbing onto her hand again.

"Yeah." She weakly smiles.

"We have to--" Spencer glitches, struggling with what course of action to take -- smother her in love, give her space, or go get the doctor. "The-- you-- we need-- nurse. Call button. You're awake." He grabs the button, repeatedly pushing the button.

"Ba-- Spence... Spence, hey. Babe." Bedelia calls, grabbing his wrist. "I already hit the button. If they weren't on their way before, they definitely are now." She lets out a short laugh.

"Right. Yeah. Of course." Spencer puts it down. "Oh, you... you're awake." He lets out a relieved laugh. "I missed you so much. You have no idea." He says.

"I-I think I have a pretty good idea." Danielle argues.

"Can I-- do you need space? Can I hug you?" He desperately asks.

"Please." She gives him a look and Spencer leans down, burying his face into her shoulder as he hugs her to the best of his ability. Bedelia manages to wrap her arms around him, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. She inhales his cologne, feeling a sense of calm course through her. She reaches one hand up to his head, carding her fingers through his curls.

"Well, look at that. The happy couple." They pull apart as the doctor walks in. Spencer grabs onto Bedelia's hand with both of his, refusing to let her go.

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After the doctor checked her out and made sure everything was good regarding her now being awake, he left. Spencer is sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand tightly gripped in Bedelia's.

"I love you so much. So, so, so freaking much." Spencer says, pressing multiple kisses to her forehead and cheek.

"I love you that much, too." Bedelia smiles. She leans her head away when he goes for her lips. "I've been in a coma, I don't think--"

"The nurse brushes your teeth. It's fine." Spencer says.

"Yeah, but--"

"Baby, I don't care. It doesn't have to be anything exciting, I just would really like a kiss if you're okay." Spencer says. 

"You're not worried about bad breath? You?" Bedelia quirks an eyebrow.

"I haven't been able to kiss you for two and a half months. No, I don't care." Spencer states.

Bedelia smiles a little before nodding. Spencer closes the small gap, pressing his lips against hers.

"Okay." She mumbles, gently pushing him away after a few seconds. "I need to brush my teeth myself before we're reintroducing tongue action. Plus, I'm not really in a make out state."