FREAKING OUT ² ➢ spencer reid

XXVI

"Why do serial killers have to steal all the good names?" I grumbled as I stared down at my phone screen.

Reid looked over from the driver's seat, shaking his head as he forced himself not to smirk.

It'd been a couple of weeks since the dinner at Rossi's and while we'd managed not reveal our secret yet I was starting to get antsy. I hated lying, especially to Garcia who despite being absolutely clueless, wouldn't stop asking me about weddings and babies. I knew for a fact that she was just teasing, but every single time she brought it up I had to bite my tongue and force myself to keep quiet.

At this point I was getting excited, because in a couple of weeks we were scheduled in for our first proper ultrasound. The whole appointment was just a routine check up, but according to Reid it'd probably be the first time we'd get to hear it's heartbeat, which was crazy. While I definitely had the symptoms of a pregnant woman I didn't feel pregnant.

"Why are you looking up names already? We don't even know the gender, yet."

I scrolled through the list in front of me, furrowing my brow. "Naming a kid is a big thing," I responded.

"Yeah, but we have two hundred and twenty-eight days to figure it out."

I rolled my eyes. "You say that like it's a lot of time."

"It is," he laughed.

"It isn't," I argued. I poked his shoulder roughly, causing him to flinch and narrow his eyes. "What if we decide on a name and suddenly we look at the kid and it feels wrong? Or what if it gets bullied? I don't want our kid to get bullied, Spencer!"

He reached over and grabbed my hand, shaking his head again. Unlike me, Reid was so calm and always managed to find the right things to say to make me feel better. "How about we just relax and take it easy? I'm sure the right name will just come to us when we're least expecting it."

I let out a sigh of defeat and nodded my head. Like always, he was right, so instead of pressing the matter further I threw my phone into my bag and leaned back in my seat.

As we pulled into the parking lot, Reid unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over to plant a quick kiss on my face. As he did I closed my eyes, smiling to myself as I felt his warm lips make contact. When he pulled away I looked over at him, biting my lip as I pulled him in for another; this time pushing my lips against his.

For a while we sat in the car, making out, despite knowing we should probably leave. It was my first official day back at work and while I was definitely excited, right now I was more interested in kissing my boyfriend.

Reid laced his fingers through the hair near the base of my neck as he pulled away, quietly gasping for air as he smiled in my direction. "Why are you so distracting?"

"Because you love me," I simply retorted, "and hormones."

"Ah, yes," he raised his brows, "it's all that excessive estrogen and progesterone."

"Exactly." I gave his chest a light slap before pulling away and reaching for the door. As much as I wanted to continue our fun little rendezvous I knew we had to go. As I got out of the car I let out a heavy sigh, gripping the edge of the door as I stepped out and closed it behind me. Reid did the same, pushing a couple of strands of hair behind his ears as he looked over the hood and flashed me a small smile.

Over the last couple of weeks life had been literal bliss. I wasn't sure how we'd gotten so lucky, but the team hadn't been pulled out of state for a single case, so my time with Reid hadn't dwindled in the slightest. Unfortunately though, I knew it was only a matter of time before that changed, so at the back of my mind I had to keep telling myself it wouldn't last, especially now that both of us were working again.