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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My legs are draped over Spences lap, my hands rubbing my bare stomach feeling those little alien bubbles. My sweet, sweet baby.
"Okay, here's one." He speaks up, setting his baby name book down so he can rub my feet. There were a few rules when it came to choosing a name. They can not be named after a serial killer, obviously. Their middle name will be after someone we love and cherish. And lastly a literary name. Which has been proven harder than we thought.
"Lay it on me." My smile widens looking at how excited he's been the last thirty minutes trying to pick out names.
"Elinor. It's both a Jane Austen and Shakespearean name. Of course the spellings are different for each but...."
"Elinor Reid does have a nice ring to it....and I think the Austen spelling of the name would look better with our last name."
I realize after writing the name down on our favorites list that he's gone terribly quiet. I look over to see his eyes gloss over with tears, happy tears. "I don't know why it hit me all of a sudden but just hearing you put the name together.....hearing that they are going to be a Reid.....that I am really going to be a Dad...."
Fresh tears start to spill, my body quickly trying to maneuver around so I could wipe them away. Seeing him being emotional over such a beauitful simple moment only confirms that I wouldn't want to do this with anyone but him.
I cup his face in my hands, his mouth soft and warm as his body went still at the whisper of our kiss. Slowly I pulled back just enough to gaze into his eyes. Those long fingers tightened at my waist pulling me in closer. My little bump creating a little space between us.
"What about Charlie....for a boy?" My voice just barely above a whisper.
His brows knit together, "As in the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?"
"Guess that's not going on the list." We both chuckle, the tears from before gone.
"What about Finn...."
I shake my head quickly. "I said no serial killer names."
"Technically you're fathers serial killer name was The Horsemen."
"Finnigan was his family name.....my family name."
"But when I hear that name I think only of the woman who became my best friend. My partner. The woman I fell madly in love with. I think of you and all the times I smiled when I heard Hotch yell your name." His hand moves to brush back some of my wild curls. "I think of only you."
"Well we might as well name her Sunday then. After all if men can name their boys after themselves than why can't women? Ya know. Another Sunday Reid to cause utter chaos and spread her wildfire."
"If that's what you want." He states, stealing a kiss.
"I'm not sure Rossi, Gideon, or Hotch could handle another Sunday if we're being honest."
