doctor-genius-reid

[doctor-genius-reid]

“I don’t know yet, but we will find a way.” Sam squeezed his brother’s shoulder with reassurance. “I promise, Dean, we will.”

It was tearing him up inside to see the strongest person he knew so upset and hurt.

Sam and Dean were sitting at the map table, Dean drunk off his ass.

"So... What did Cas say before he, you know...?" Sam asked tentatively.

"He said he lived me Sam."

"Okay, but we knew all that. Of course he loved you."

"No. Not as a friend. Not as a 'profound bond,' or whatever. He said he loved me."

"Okay, he loves you." Sam said bluntly, shrugging lightly at Dean.

He leaned back in his chair, grabbing the bottle of whiskey pouring some of it into his empty glass.

"So how do you feel about him, huh?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow at his brother and sipping from his half filled glass. "Guaranteed you feel something for him otherwise you wouldn't be such a mess right now." @daddy-wentz

[doctor-genius-reid]

Sam and Dean were sitting at the map table, Dean drunk off his ass.

"So... What did Cas say before he, you know...?" Sam asked tentatively.

"He said he lived me Sam."

"Okay, but we knew all that. Of course he loved you."

"No. Not as a friend. Not as a 'profound bond,' or whatever. He said he loved me."

"Okay, he loves you." Sam said bluntly, shrugging lightly at Dean.

He leaned back in his chair, grabbing the bottle of whiskey pouring some of it into his empty glass.

"So how do you feel about him, huh?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow at his brother and sipping from his half filled glass. "Guaranteed you feel something for him otherwise you wouldn't be such a mess right now." @daddy-wentz

[doctor-genius-reid]

Spencer Reid Alphabet

A- Affection

He isn’t really one for much affection, at least not in public, but at home is a different story. When alone, that’s when he’s more willing to cuddle and be close to you.

B- Best feature

Everything about him is perfect, but the best feature has got to be his smile. He doesn’t truly smile often, but when he does... it makes your heart flutter and a smile make its way to your own face.

C- Career

When it comes to working with the FBI at the BAU, he does always have his work phone on in case he gets called in for a case. His job is an around the clock type of job, he never really gets time off even if he isn’t working.

D- Dream

He dreams of someday getting married and having kids, having a loving family to come home to after work.

E- Emotional connection

He was able to grow a strong emotional connection with you easily, which was something he rarely ever does.

F- Family

He introduced his mother to you after a year of dating, having to work up the nerve to tell you about his mentally ill mother. His mother did indeed end up adoring you, she rambled about how she thought you were good for her son. He had eventually told you about his abscent father, but you never ended up meeting him since he couldn’t bother on talking to the man, having no interest in seeing his dad.

G- Goofy or serious

He’s definitely half goofy and half serious. He knows when to be serious and when he can be goofy. At work he tries to be more serious, unless his co workers are fooling around. At home he’s more goofy and easy going around you, except for when he needs to be serious.

H- Home

His apartment is a bit cluttered with many books, but it made the place feel homey and comforting. It was quite clean besides the cluttering of books and some case files.

I- Interests

Reading and watching television was something he enjoyed, which you did as well, and you both tended to either watch television together or read in a peaceful silence. He also loves to ramble to you about random facts that he knew.

J- Jealousy

He is definitely the jealous type, especially when guys hit on you while you’re out with him. He often has to bite his tongue to hold back from telling the others to back off or else he’d threaten to arrest them.

K- Kissing

He is most certainly a passionate kisser, quite skilled. Others wouldn’t think he was due to his nerdy-like behaviour, but he was definitely good at it. He kissed tenderly, but with a roughness as well.

L- Location

He’s living in an apartment in Quantico, Virginia.

M- Mega turn on

He definitely gets turned on big time when you wear his clothes. He just loves the way they look on you.

N- Neat or messy

He’s definitely a neat freak, there’s no doubt about that. The only messy thing he constantly has is his books and occasional case files scattered in his apartment.

O- Over protective or not

He’s definitely overprotective, but not to the point where it’s suffocating or possessive. He just wants to make sure that no one hurts you, especially in the line of work he does, it can cause him to have enemies that could go after you.

P- Problems

He’s an over thinker, he ends up worrying a lot because his mind is constantly filled with many thoughts. His past drug addiction caused his body to want the drug every now and then, which made him struggle with resisting it, but he manages. He is always worrying about his mother and how she’s doing in the mental health care place he had her committed in when he was eighteen.

Q- Quality time

He loves to go to the museums, go for a stroll in the park, see a movie, or get dinner with you. Being with you, and doing whatever, makes him happy. He just loves to be around you, regardless what you’re doing.

R- Relaxed or busy body

He tended to be a busy body quite often, having to do something most of the time. His brain would tend to overthink if he tried to relax for too long, so he tried to keep busy the majority of the time.

S- Secrets

He never kept any secret from you, he couldn’t. He would feel guilty and unfaithful if he had kept anything hidden from you.

T- Tradition

Every year he has a tradition that he created with you, the two of you would pull Halloween pranks on each other from October 1st until November 1st.

U- Unexpected

He told you about his drug addiction he had and how he sometimes still struggled with it. Learning about it, it was definitely unexpected for you, but you nonetheless accepted his past and of course let him know that you will be there for him if he ever needs feels the need to use Dilaudid again or just needed to talk about it.

V- Values

His values consisted of honesty and loyalty when it came to relationships. He can’t stand being lied to or being cheated on. It’s values that most should have.

W- Wish

He wishes to cure schizophrenia, wanting to be able to make his mom mentally well and see her live life to the fullest without that terrible mental illness she has.

X- X-ray

He can see right through your lies when you try to act like you’re okay, he’s become well aware of how you feel just by glancing at you- regardless being a profiler - he knows.

Y- Yes or no

He is always willing to say yes to you no matter what, no matter what you ask him.

Z- Zzz

When he sleeps he lays on his side, curled up behind you, his arm draped over your waist and his body pressed against yours, and his face pressed softly against the back of your neck.

[Tags: @thewinchesterandreidslut ]

[doctor-genius-reid]

Penelope’s Cousin -part one-

↳ Word Count: 3,410

↳ Status: Edited

↳ Trigget Warning: None

↳ Can be found on my AO3 account (SunshineGrge) or on my Wattpad account (Fan-Fucking-Fiction)

You and Penelope Garcia might have been cousins, but you both were each other's best friend for as long as you and her could remember.

You had your hair curled and full of volume, a natural look of makeup on your face.

You had recently turned 21, and since you were now legal to drink that made Penelope decide to drag you out to the bar her and her co-workers were going to to take the edge off from their never ending work.

You had chosen to wear a tight fitting black dress that had spaghetti straps, the dress cutting off mid thigh, and had a low cut back with straps there fo make it look like it was loosely cross-stitched.

You had paired the dress with a pair of black wedged pumps and a small black purse.

You walked into the bar and glanced around before spotting your cousin with her co-workers she was always gushing to you about.

You strolled over, eyeing everyone.

Your eyes landed on one of them, his gaze casted down at the cup he held in hand.

You snapped out of your gaze and looked at Penelope. "Hey, Penny!" You leaned over and hugged her, not even realizing that a dark skinned man was eying your body.

"Eyes off my cousin, hot stuff." Penelope scolded her God-like-looking colleague.

You immediately stood up, blushing when you turned and noticed "hot stuff" was looking at you with a smirk.

"I'm Derek Morgan." He introduced himself, extending his hand out for you to shake.

You awkwardly gave him a small wave with your hand. "Sorry. I don't shake hands, not often anyway."

Derek turned to look at the guy you had noticed when you first walked over to the group, he playfully nudged him. "Looks like someone else is like you."

The guy blushed at that comment.

‘He is stunning.’ You thought.

His unruly brown curls, some dangling in front of his stunning hazel eyes, his bone structure should've been a crime. The way his cheekbones were sculpted and his jawline- it could cut glass, you swear to God it could've.

You shyly took the empty spot at the booth, it just so happened to be beside the stunning stranger.

"Hey." You said softly to him. "I'm Y/n."

He awkwardly looked at you, clearly still flustered due to the comment Derek had made. "I'm Spencer Reid. Uh, Doctor Spencer Reid." He replied quietly.

"Wow, this is a first. Reid isn't able to speak like he usually does." Derek laughed, earning laughter from the entire group.

A blond woman who was sitting beside Morgan who was sat beside Spencer gently reached over and patted his shoulder. "We all love you, Spence, but you do talk a lot."

He pouted and shrugged the blond's hand off his shoulder. "Whatever, J.J." He mumbled.

Garcia had soon enough properly introduced you to everyone, telling them how you two were similar yet different in so many ways.

"So... Y/n, do you have a boyfriend?" Derek asked, raising an eyebrow.

You took a sip of your club soda and gin. "Umm... no. No one had peaked my interest yet."

"Why's that? It's certainly not a problem getting a guy's attention, you're quite stunning." He replied, nudging Spencer. "Isn't that right?"

Spencer flushed deeply. "Uh, y-yeah. Right." He stuttered.

You shyly smiled. "It's not that guys don't find me... attractive. Uh, I suppose- it's just... they don't like how I can be at times..."

"What my dear cousin is saying... she's super nerdy." Penny interrupted you.

You blushed deeply. "Oh my God, Penny! Shut up." You said, clearly embarrassed.

"Have we found the girl version of Reid?" Emily teased. "I never thought I'd see the day."

Spencer cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. The other hand still held his cup.

"I'm not that nerdy..." You murmured. "I just- I enjoy reading and..."

"And photography!" Penelope cut you off. "She's aphotographer! She doesn't do it professionally, like I said she should, but she's really good."

You blushed. "I'm not that good." You mumbled.

"Yes, you are." Your cousin disagreed. "And you're just too modest to admit it."

You shrugged and gulped down the rest of your drink before standing up. "I'm going to go and get a refill."

You left the table to get a refill.

You returned a moment later with two glasses in hand. You sat back beside Reid and took a sip of your drink, noticing he placed his cup onto the table.

"So... Y/n, tell us about yourself." Emily said and smiled warmly at you. "We are very interested in knowing more about you."

"Uh, well... I just recently turned twenty-one, I just recently got hired as an FBI agent. Uh... here- actually where you all work." You said and ran a hand through your curled hair.

"Wait, Wait!" J.J put her hand up, showing you the palm of her hand. "You're an FBI agent and you're twenty-one?" She dropped her hand.

You nodded your head, taking another sip of your club soda and gin. "Yes, I graduated high school when I was eleven-years-old." You shrugged.

Everyone's eyes were on you, causing you to blush fiercely.

"What?" You questioned.

"You're possibly smarter than pretty boy, here, Y/n." Derek chuckled, nudging Spencer who was staring at you with an unreadable expression upon his face. "So what's your IQ?"

"Uh, it's one-hundred-and-ninety." You answered. "Why? Is that important?"

Derek smirked. "Someone is smarter than Reid." He laughed. "And is going to be a part of the FBI department."

"I'm actually joining the B.A.U, thanks to Penelope for getting me an interview with Aaron Hotchner."

Penelope grinned widely. "I wanted more time with my favourite person." She laughed before gulping down the rest of her fruity drink.

You laughed and gulped down the rest of your drink before taking a sip of your second.

J.J and Emily both grinned at you.

"I'm glad we're having another woman out on the field with us." Emily said and nodded her head lightly in approval.

You smiled at the two women before looking at Spencer — who was being quiet — with a raised eyebrow, you hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you all right?" You asked quietly.

He usually would've shrugged a stranger's hand off him, but he for some reason didn't care that you had touched him.

"I'm, uh- I'm fine." He murmured out a response.

You stood up. "I'm in need of letting loose, and so do you." You grabbed his hand — the alcohol getting to you, taking over your usually very cautious brain — and pulled him up from where he sat. "You're dancing with me." You put your drink down.

"I've never seen Reid dance." Derek commented.

Spencer hesitantly followed you, allowing you to drag him to the dance floor.

As you were moving away from the table, you heard Emily say, "it's about time Spencer has found someone who’s loose... and a genius like him."

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the heat rising to your face.

The music was loud, upbeat and vibrating the dance floor. 'S&M' by 'Rihanna' was playing.

You grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips, wrapping your own arms around his neck before turning around and letting your backside press against his frontside.

You let the alcohol fog your brain as you started to lightly sway your hips side to side, slowly starting to grind against the young Doctor.

You felt him slowly loosen up, clearly not used to doing so or being at parties. He started to slowly reciprocate the dirty dancing.

"Woo! Get some, Reid!" Derek shouted from the booth the team was still sat at and drinking.

You weren't going to lie, you definitely found Spencer beyond stunning from the moment you saw him and you wouldn't mind if you had a one night stand with him.

You weren't usually one for one night stands, but you would with him.

You turned around to face him, licking your lower lip before slowly leaning in.

Your faces were an inch apart, lips almost brushing against each other.

His hazel orbs were staring into your e/c ones, hesitant. "I- we... we shouldn't." He breathed out.

You blinked. "What?" You breathed back, completely confused.

Most guys didn't deny kissing you, like ever.

"I just... I don't- if we were to kiss, I mean.... I want it to be memorable, not because you're drunk and in a bar with me." He murmured out quietly. "A woman like you should- should be cherished and respected, not just some one night stand whilst you're drunk. A woman as beautiful and smart as you- you deserve so much more than drunk sex."

You blinked, once again.

No one had ever said such words to you before.

"No one has ever said that to me." You said quietly. "They don't usually care at all when it comes to having a one nightstand with them or making out with them."

He smiled softly at you, wrapping his arms lightly around your waist. "Ive never met anyone smarter than me, and especially not someone I'm to be working with."

You lazily grinned at the Doctor. "What's your IQ?"

"I have an IQ of one hundred-and-eighty-seven, an eidetic memory, and I can read twenty-thousand words per minute." He replied.

"Hot and super smart." You commented, grinning widely.

That had caused his face to flush a bright red colour.

——

You awoke with a pounding headache, a dry throat, and an arm draped over your waist.

Your eyes groggily opened, glancing around and noticing an unfamiliar room.

You slowly turned your body on the unfamiliar mattress, the sheets moving with you, and you glanced over to see who was laying with you.

You blushed when you realized that it was Spencer who was laying beside you. His lips parted as he slept, laying on his stomach and his face was facing you.

You couldn't help but admire the other's features, his long eyelashes and unruly curls. A few messy curls were on his face.

You shyly moved your hand up and brushed the curls away from his face.

You immediately looked down to see if you were still dressed after you noticed that Spencer had no shirt on.

You sighed in relief when you saw you had clothes on still- mind you it wasn't yours, but you had clothing on.

You figured he had let you borrow some of his own clothing.

Spencer stirred, his hazel orbs appearing a moment later. He shyly smiled at you. "Hey." He rasped out.

"Hey..." You breathed out. "What happened last night?" You asked, running a hand through your hair. "I got so drunk, I don't remember."

"You clung onto me all night at the bar, I tried to drive you home- however, you ended up begging me to take you home with me." Spencer began.

"I wasn't too sure on, well, bringing you home with me... but I didn't want to you to feel upset, so here we are." He continued.

You were a blushing mess.

He quickly realized his arm was draped over you, blushing, he removed his arm. "Sorry about that." He apologized. "I didn't realize I was, uh- well... umm."

You shyly smiled at the young Doctor. "It's okay." You assured him.

You bit your lower lip for a moment. "Thanks for making sure I was alright last night, you didn't have to."

"I know, but I'd have felt bad if I didn't make sure you were okay." He answered.

You pursed your lips for a moment, in thought. "Why did you? Take care of me, I mean... you just met me." You blushed.

"I- I'm not sure, I just..." He stumbled over his words, slightly sitting up and running a hand through his messy brown curls. "I suppose I just- I feel connected to you? I'm not sure, I'm not- I'm not good with expressing my thoughts sometimes." He looked into your e/c eyes.

You shyly smiled as you sat up. "I'm not either, so I understand."

——

It had been a month and a half since you got drunk at the bar in front of the team and Spencer, and you having ended up waking up in the Doctor's bed the next morning.

You had managed to become good friends with the young Doctor, though. He was someone you could easily talk with and keep conversation flowing.

It might of had to do with the fact that you both were highly intelligent and a lot alike.

You were currently sitting at your desk — that was beside Spencer's — in the bullpen and talking with him.

"You are way off." He exclaimed, laughing and shaking his head.

"There's no way that I am way off, Spence." You replied. "My IQ is three points higher than yours."

He pouted. "Ugh! I know, stop reminding me."

"Sorry, pretty boy." Derek laughed. "But I doubt anyone will stop reminding you."

He had been listening to you and Spencer having a fact war. It was quite entertaining.

"Yeah, handsome. No one is dropping that fact anytime soon." You laughed, agreeing with Morgan.

Spencer blushed after you called him handsome.

You weren't usually one to call him "handsome" or "pretty boy", so it was rare when you called him nicknames like that.

Derek smirked. "When are you two going to bone already?"

That caused you to blush, and Spencer to blush even more.

"Derek!" You exclaimed, shaking your head. "Spencer and I- well, we're friends." You stumbled over your words. "It's... we- we haven't, uh... we didn't bone, and ... won't?"

"You don't even know if you want to not bone Spencer. Ha!" Morgan laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at the two of you.

"Shut up, Morgan." Spencer said, finally saying something after being silent for a couple minutes.

"Yeah, shut up." You said to Derek.

Derek just eyed the two of you with that stupid smirk still upon his face.

——

"Ha!" Spencer grinned at you. "You lose, again, Sanchez." He slammed his cards down onto the table. "Flush!"

You pouted. "You're from Vegas!" You exclaimed. "Of course you're good at poker!"

He shrugged. "That, and you just suck at it."

"Enough children." J.J joked.

You grinned at Jennifer. "You're only like nine-years older than me." Brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "I am not a child."

"You're twenty-one-years-old, definitely a child." Derek teased.

"And Spencer's like twenty-three-years-old." Morgan continued.

"I'm actually almost twenty-four-years-old." Spencer corrected.

You snorted lightly, trying to hold back your laughter at Reid's super serious expression.

"Lighten up, Reid. You're starting to remind me of my grandfather." You teased.

He blushed. "Shut up." He murmured and shyly looked out the window of the jet.

The team and you were heading to Las Vegas for a case.

"Make me." You challenged, resting your elbows onto the table and leaning forward.

You were sat across from the young Doctor — who was sat beside Morgan — and you were sitting beside Emily.

Spencer looked over at you, an unreadable look upon his face. His hazel orbs staring into your e/c ones.

You loved his eyes... They were just so stunning and captivating. You wouldn't mind staring into them all day if you could.

"Y/n?" Derek called.

You quickly snapped out of your thoughts."Huh?"

"I think someone has a crush on pretty boy." Derek smirked at you.

You felt your neck and cheeks heat up, even the tips of your ears were red. "Screw off. I- I do not!" You stumbled over your words.

Truth was, you really did have a crush on the young Doctor.

Spencer cleared his throat. "That's very doubtful, Morgan." His cheeks turning a light shade of red.

"You two are sometimes such idiots for being geniuses." Derek commented before pulling out his headphones and MP3 player. "Idiots in love." He mumbled under his breath.

"I agree with Derek." Emily stated before looking at the case files.

You and Spencer both shared a confused glance at each other, both clearly unsure and embarrassed.

——

"What's your plans for Christmas?" You asked Spencer as you slung your satchel onto your left shoulder.  You were getting ready to leave the bureau with him, having agreed to give him a ride to his apartment.

You both were the last two of the team to leave.

"I'm thinking about visiting my mom for the holidays since I haven't gotten the chance to see her much since the team has been working over time." Spencer replied, putting his own satchel onto his shoulder. "She'll be thrilled to get a surprise visit from me." He grinned.

“That’s great, Spence.” You replied, patting his shoulder. “You’ve got to let me meet this amazing woman who you call mom, you’re always talking about her.”

“You...” He hesitated, blushed. “Err, uh...”

“Spence, what is it?” You asked.

“I just- I was going to suggest that... that maybe you’d like to go with me? Like come see my mom with me?” He stumbled over his words.

“I’d like that.” You said and interlocked your arm with his own, leading him to the elevator. “Spending time with my favourite person and getting to meet his mom? Sounds like a win win for me.” You looked at him, he was blushing.

“Why so red in the face?” You teased, using your free hand and playfully pinching one of his cheeks. “You embarrassed or something?”

“What? No.” Spencer said, his voice a pitch higher than its usual tone. “I’m not embarrassed, I’m just- I... it’s nothing... I’m not embarrassed.” His cheeks turning a darker shade of red.

He pressed the elevator button for the ground floor.

“Hey, Spence?” You murmured a moment later while the elevator moved down to the ground floor.

“Yeah?” He replied, looking at you.

“You know I was serious, right?” You bit your lower lip.

“Serious?” His eyebrows furrowed. “About what?”

“About you being my favourite person, silly.” You smiled softly. “You really are my favourite person, no lie. I’m honestly glad to have you in my life.”

Spencer’s eyes lit up with emotion.

You weren’t sure what emotion, unable to figure it out.

He smiled warmly. “You’re my favourite person as well.” He said honestly.

You unlocked your arm from his and hugged him, his arms wrapped around your waist. “You’re the best, don’t forget it.”

The elevator dinged and the doors opened.

You moved away from him and walked out of the elevator, him following, you both headed over to your car.

——

“You need to stop dancing around your feelings for pretty boy, it has been over a year.” Derek said and chuckled. “It’s obvious to everyone that you like him, and clearly he likes you too considering he brought you to meet his mother.”

He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the counter in the break room. “He hasn’t ever brought anyone close to him to see his mom, no one except you.”

“Derek...” You blushed. “How in the hell am I supposed to tell him how I feel? He’s my best friend, I really don’t want to risk ruining anything- especially if he doesn’t feel the same.”

You ran a hand through your hair, you grabbed a mug from the break room cabinet before starting a freshly brewed pot of coffee.

“Everyone can tell he has feelings for you, it’s just as obvious as it is of your feelings for him.” Morgan chuckled. “It’s so obvious.”

“What man has feelings for you?” Reid questioned, having only caught the last sentence of yours and Morgan’s conversation.

“Uh...” You breathed out.

“You.” Derek answered. “You have feelings for Y/n.” He grinned cheekily.

Spencer’s face turned red. “W-what? I- uh... I- huh?” He stumbled over his words, a nervous habit of his.

“Spence, do... do you have feelings for me?” You asked.

“I... uh- I...” The young Doctor blushed even more. “I... yeah.” He replied quietly. “I do, yeah. It’s true.”

You blushed and smiled warmly at your best friend. “I have feelings for you too, Spence.”

“I’ll leave you two kids to talk.” Morgan said and walked away from the break room.

[doctor-genius-reid]

Here Without You

↳ Word count: 812

↳ Status: Unedited

↳ Trigger Warnings: Death

↳ Can be found on my AO3 account (SunshineGrge) or on my Wattpad account (Fan-Fucking-Fiction)

He felt as though every inch of his body was turning to ice, his blood turning cold as the air in his lungs were heavy, almost as if there was now bricks inside of his breathing organs.

The best thing in his life was held lifeless in his arms.

Last words were “ I love you ” and “ goodbye ”.

You — Y/n Reid, his wife — meant everything to him.

No one could ever fill the — now, and forever — empty hole in his heart.

Teardrops fell from the brims of his eyes, his hazel orbs were glazed over.

He held your body as close to his chest as he could- begging for you to not be gone, to still be alive, for you to return to him.

But he knew that he’d never see you, again, until the day he died himself.

”Spence, don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine, I always am. After this case, after we get home, we will get to see our precious D/n and spend time with her.”

“D/n and I are so lucky to have you.” He stated, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your left hand. “I love you.” He said wholeheartedly. “So, so much.”

”I love you, too, Spencer Reid.” You replied.

He felt strong arms — of Derek Morgan — pull him away from your body, pulling him — and having to keep a hold on him — towards the rest of the B.A.U team.

He couldn’t let the coroners take you away- not yet, he couldn’t admit you were gone.

”Y/n!” He shouted in pure agony. “Y/n, come back to me! Back to D/n and I!”

Tears continued to vastly fall down his — already very wet — cheeks.

“Welcome into the world, my angel.” You whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your newborn daughter’s forehead. “Mommy and daddy are very blessed to have you.”

”So very blessed.” He murmured in agreement, admiring how beautiful the little girl — the two of you created — was. “And very thankful to be your parents.”

“I want to name her D/n, if that’s good with you? I know we haven’t fully discussed a name, but...”

“I love the name, and I love you. I know how much naming her that means to you, especially since it was your mom’s name.” He cut her off from rambling. “I think the name D/n is perfect for her.”

You smiled warmly at your husband. “Spence, I love you so much.” You kissed his cheek. “I’ll also love you a lot more if you went and got me some jello from the hospital’s cafeteria.” You lightly giggled.

“Will do.” He lightly kissed your right temple before standing up — from where he sat beside your hospital bed in an uncomfortable chair — and headed towards the room’s door. “I won’t be long, sweetheart.”

You smiled thankfully at him.

He couldn’t bare the thought of never sharing another single moment with you, or not being able to kiss or hug you again, or to never tell you “ I love you ” ever again.

Or to never make anymore memories with you and D/n as a whole family.

God! How was he supposed to tell D/n that her mom was never coming home? She was only four-years-old, too young to have lost her mother.

He was going to be a widower with a toddler to take care of, a busy career, and to be struggling to take care of himself as well.

He had a long and difficult road ahead of him, and he wasn’t particularly keen on taking it- but he had no choice, he had a daughter to take care of, and it’s what you would’ve wanted.

You would’ve wanted him to pull through the pain and heartbreak, wanting him to take care of Ava and to live life to the fullest.

And so, that is what he was going to do- no matter how long it took, he was going to mend his broken heart and raise the little girl — you and him — brought into this cruel and beautiful world.

“And, Y/n, do you take Spencer to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The priest questioned you.

You gently squeezed his hands reassuringly, staring into his hazel orbs. “I do.” You answered. “Now, and forever. I do.”

His eyes watered as a smile of adoration and happiness made his lips turn up, showing his pearly whites. “I love you.” He breathed out.

“I love you, too, Spence.” You whispered back.

“You may now kiss the bride.” The priest informed.

He pulled you close to his tall and slender form, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing a hand onto your left cheek before capturing your lips with his own.

You felt utterly and deeply in love with the man you had just married.

And he felt nothing, but the exact same as you did.