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Spencer Reid 2

I awoke to a feeling of soft hands stroking from my cheek down my arm to my hand.

"Y/N baby, you gotta get up, we have work soon." Spencer whispered in my ear. I smiled up at him softly as I opened my eyes to see him smiling down at me.

"Morning wife." He smiled looked down at me.

"Morning husband." I grinned as I stretched my arms to the side of me.

"I've left you a towel and fresh underwear in the bathroom for after your shower. Your new cardigan, the one you bought in Vegas this weekend, is hung on the back of the door."  Spencer informed me as he handed me a glass of water.

"You're really getting off to a great start in our marriage huh?" I chuckled as I climbed out of bed ad drank the water.

"Well, we did only get married on Saturday. We've only been married 36 hours and I would hate for you to change your mind so soon after marrying me." He joked as he pulled out a clean sweater vest and tie.

"I would never leave you Dr Reid, my little heart couldn't take it." I played along as I walked over and pecked his cheek before walking to the bathroom to grab my shower.

My shower was peaceful, my thoughts consisted mostly of how on Thursday, I was just plain old Y/F/N Y/L/N, Spencer was my loving boyfriend who I worked with in the FBI. On Friday he proposed in Vegas, on a trip to see is mother. Then on Saturday, I we stood at an alter in a small 24 hour chapel in Vegas, in front of a wedding officiant, a few other couples waiting to marry and Spencer's mother, who was the reason we married so soon.

After my shower I dried my hair, pulled it into a high pony tail, I did my make up which looked as natural as possible except a little colour to on my lips, a bright red. I then changed into a pair of black skinny jeans, a white shirt and a black skinny tie. I then pulled on my red cardigan I had Spencer had set out for me. I slipped on my black converse and walked to the living room where I found Spencer making coffee.

"Spencer?" I called over to him as I grabbed my bag and slipped a couple files inside.

"Yes Wife." He grinned back over to me.

"Should I wear my glasses or contacts today?" I asked as I attached my gun to my belt and put my badge in my back pocket.

Spencer turned and walked over, passing me my coffee and kissing my head. 

"Honestly babe, wear whatever you feel comfortable in, but I do love it when you wear your glasses." U chuckled as he grabbed his own bag.

"Glasses it is then." I smiled as I slid my glasses up my face and smiled at my grinning husband who watched. "Now, let's go." I ordered. I grabbed my bad and slung it over my shoulder and picked up my book.

"Come my little book worm." he joked as he grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door.

The drive to work was spent how it usually was, my reading my book out loud to Spencer who mouthed along with what I was saying. I had messed up a few times and this worried Spencer a little as I was usually an excellent reader. He placed his hand over my knee and I stopped.

"Are you OK?" he asked, taking his eyes off the road briefly to look at me.

"I'm fine Spence, just a little worried about how they team will react to our...weekend activities." I smiled at him as I placed the book on my lap.

"The team will be happy for us...well except maybe Garcia." He chuckled.

"Oh, yeah, she's gonna kill us." I predicted, my face serious except for the hint of a smile.