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"How was it, Mrs Reid?" Derek asked the newly-married woman as he sat down on the chair in front of the table she was sitting on while she waited for her husband.
"Amazing." She gushed to him thinking back to the honeymoon she had just gotten back from; it managed to last just over a week, it would have been longer but a rather rampant lady had decided to start killing males from fraternities. "We did had so uch fun. I even made Spencer skinny dip."
"That doesn't seem like something he'd do." Derek raised an eyebrow but was smirking.
"I'm not saying he enjoyed it." She laughed.
"You've got him wrapped around your finger, haven't you?"
"Just a little bit."
"Savannah does it to me too. Don't tell anybody."
A ringing ensued and Morgan picked up his phone, opening the Facetime from Penelope Garcia who was sitting in her office.
"What's up, baby girl?"
"I see you two chatting." She started. "I best not be missing out on any honeymoon gossip."
Margo smiled. "Wouldn't even dream of it, P."
"I should hope so."
"Margo, you're here." With Spencer's exclamation, Margo jumped off the table and into his arms, kissing his cheek and smiling up at him.
"I thought I'd surprise you."
"Lovely." His eyes shone.
"Reid, I heard that you're whipped." Derek said loudly, drawing some odd looks from BAU agents that walked around the office doing their jobs.
"Whipped?" Spencer was surprisingly unaware of the slang term. "I've never used a whip."
Derek, Garcia (who was still on the phone) and Margo began to chortle loudly at the man's lack of understanding of the term and the confusion on his face. He looked with furrowed eyebrows, his mind turning to try and find an explanation.
"I'd be surprised if you were into that sort of thing." Garcia said.
"Oh god." Margo shook her head. "Let's not go there."
"Are they talking about sexual things?" Spencer asked his wife in a quieter tone not wanting to be the subject of more embarrasment. The team often made him the subject of jokes because he didn't understand certain informal things, he always knew that he wasn't being made fun of maliciously though.
"Yes, honey." Margo confirmed and his cheeks flushed. The laughter died down for a while and they continued to chat casually until Hotch came out of his office and greeted them nicely.
"Margo, you look very tanned." He said as he hugged the woman loosely.
"The weather was lovely there." She began to tell him some details from their honeymoon.
He looked between the spouses with a small smile. "You two have progressed very quickly, should we be expecting another announcement soon?"
"Hotch!" Spence moaned when he caught onto what the man meant.
"Come on, man. We're your friends." Derek smirked.
"We're not planning on it." She shook her head.
The relationship between Spencer and Margo had progressed quite quickly because of their own will to show their love for each other. They were both happy with the decisions they had made over the past few weeks. Spencer Reid was Margo's saving grace and he made her happier each day.
Despite the quick pace of their life, neither had thought about children. Margo had always wanted them but recently she had a lot of other things on her mind. Her family had been ripped apart quickly so the thought of building a family up again was nice but also scary because what had happened to her would always be a scar on her mental state that would make her weary. Her mind began to move of its own free will, a kaleidoscope of images of children with blonde curly hair and their fathers deep hazel eyes. Her stomach fluttered.
"Hey, Spence." Margo said. "Can we go home?"
"Sure." He nodded. "Alright guys, we're leaving."
Spencer had noticed his wifes slight change of mood and her quiet contemplation as he drove them home with the lull of the classical radio station as the only sound. She wasn't upset but thinking of something, he could see that.
"Marg, you okay?" He asked undoing his tie and shirt as she lay down on the bed.
"Hmm."
"Tell me."
"I'm just wondering about some things." She said honestly lifting her head from the soft pillow.
"Don't wander, you'll get lost." Spencer smiled, sitting down and placing his hand on her side. "Thinking about what?"
"What the others said." She told him. "About children."
"It scares me a little bit." He admitted in a small voice. "Does it scare you?"
"I don't know." She shrugged. "I just realised that it should be our next step, right."
Spencer moved his hand across the skin underneath her long shirt. "Only if we want it to be. Do you want it to be?"
"We're both in our thirties." She shrugged. "I think I like the thought of it. We'd have cute kids."
Spencer laughed, laying his head down on the pillow with her and kissing her forehead. "Only if they took after you."
"So, what are we gonna do?"
"Maybe, we don't plan. We just see what happens." He suggested. She nodded placing a kiss on his neck and resting her hand on his chest.
