Sunday Finnegan is the definition of chaotically detailed. She is powered by coffee thanks to her addiction of reading smutty books till 3am, cheerfully goofy and optimistic to a fault.
She's fresh out of Quantico and already has her first big girl...
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"May the Gods forever bless you!" I praise taking the strawberry milkshake and bag of fries from Derek's outstretched hands. Spence has a giant smile plastered on his face watching me pop the lid on the styrofoam cup before grabbing a fry and dipping it into the creamy goodness.
Pregnancy is weird and fascinating.
"Pretty girl, I love you but these food aversions our wild." Derek says chuckling to himself.
I dangle a milkshake dipped fry towards him before taking a huge satisfied bite. This baby is totally dancing in my belly right now. I shimmy my shoulders in pure happiness earning a few chuckles from everyone.
Spence lets out a happy sigh, his eyes gazing at me with hearts in them. "Beautiful." He murmurs to himself. My lips quirk into a soft gentle smile looking at the perfect slant of his nose, the sharp line of his jaw, and his round hazel brown eyes staring at me adoringly. The tears begin rolling down my cheeks as I start to cry like the Hoover Dam just burst. I don't even understand why I'm crying.
"Sunny...what's wrong?" Spence's puppy dog stare turns into one of concern.
"You can't look at me like that." I tell him.
"Look at you how? I don't understand."
"Like I'm the most precious thing in the world to you." I tell him still crying like a fool. JJ passes me a kleenex knowingly.
"But you are." He states making me crying even harder. He looks around the room completely lost, pleading for someone to help him.
"I'm sorry. I'm just really emotional right now and I can't stop the tears." I use the kleenex to dab under my eyes soaking up the tears.
"How about we discuss the case?" Hotch suggests, giving me the much needed reprieve to gather up my hormonal outburst. Spence scoots closer to me, his breath ghosting over my neck as he whispers next to my ear while Hotch starts talking to the team.
"I didn't realize looking at you would make you cry. From now on I will only strictly look at you with a glower or a scowl."
I tilt back just enough to look at him, my hand caressing his cheek tenderly. "Don't forget the pensive brooding."
He holds back a smile, "Yes, how could I forget the pensive brooding."
My thumb moves from his cheek towards his soft lips tracing them for a moment, I wish he understood how deep my love for him is. "I love you so much pretty boy." I whisper.
"I love you too." He smiles leaning in to give me a quick but sweet kiss before Hotch's voice steals our attention.
"There's got to be something else that links these victims."
"They were all athletic." Rossi points out giving him an option. "Ellard teaches track and field. Deaver has a martial arts studio. Paul Hicks had tendonitis from playing competitive tennis."
