FREAKING OUT ² ➢ spencer reid

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Before we left for Rossi's Reid changed his outfit twice. I sat on the edge of the bed lazily and stared at him curiously, watching as he rifled through his tie drawer. Eventually, he grabbed a few options and lifted them up, showcasing each one towards me. "You know nobody really cares what tie you wear," I said with a laugh as I pointed to the one on the right. It was dark red with lightly coloured pinstripes.

He narrowed his eyes at me with a nod before throwing the other one back and putting it on. "Clothing has the ability to enhance our psychological states," he responded while adjusting his tie. His fingers quickly tangled in the fabric as he tightened it towards his collar. "Not only can it be a factor in improving our performance on tasks, but it's also a good way to reflect one's personality."

I let out a sigh and stood from the bed, slowly moving towards him. "So, what task is this outfit going to help you with?" I raised my brow and reached for his collar. Out of habit I thumbed the fabric, smoothing it carefully with the tips of my fingers, while he finished adjusting his tie and smiled my way.

"You'll see." He craned his neck forward and kissed the tip of my nose before turning on his heel and wandering into the bathroom. While inside, he fidgeted with the clothes that hung from his frame; poking and prodding the jacket and pants before eventually deciding his appearance was acceptable and coming back out.

"Finally ready to go?" I asked with laugh.

He rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Yes, dear."

"Don't mock me. You're the one who took an extra half an hour to get ready."

"Because I wanted to look nice!"

"You always look nice!" I reached for his face to grab his cheeks but he darted away and started running up the stairs. At about the half way point he stopped in his tracks and turned back around and offered his hand.

"C'mon, we're gonna be late."

"Why are you the reason we're always late?" I questioned jokingly, offering him a smirk as I took his hand. With his help I waddled up the stairs, groaning quietly with each step. "Also, maybe we should move our bedroom upstairs. I'm getting real tired of taking these all the time."

"Of course, dear," he joked.

I rolled my eyes once we got to the top step and brushed past him, watching from the corner of my eye as he let out a laugh and followed behind.

"You do like surprises, right?" He reached for my hand, lacing his fingers in mine as we moved through the front room towards the door. Once there, we took a quick stop and stared at each other, our eyes narrowing curiously.

"I mean, sure, why?"

"I have a surprise for you and it's really big and honestly at this point I'm not sure if it's a good idea to go through with it, because I probably should've asked you first and I-"

I clamped my palm over his mouth and laughed, watching his brows furrow towards the centre of his face in confusion. "Spencer," I said with a sigh, "you need to breathe." I pulled away my hand, watching him intake a large amount of air before settling down and licking his lips. Nervously, his eyes darted around the length of the room, pausing at various areas before landing back on my face.

"Do you want to get married?"

I scrunched up my face and nodded my head, feeling his hands grip my shoulders. When they did I glanced down at one of them, noting how shaky it was. At that point it clicked why he'd been acting so strangely. He was planning a wedding. Our wedding.