The day you met Spencer, you knew you’d spend the rest of your life with him.

It wasn’t like any other relationship you’d had — you two were meant to be together, and you could see it from the moment you laid eyes on each other.

And now? You were absolutely inseparable. Everybody could see it — the way Spencer couldn’t help but talk about you every chance he got, the constant calls when he was away on a case.

Now, years later, you’re engaged. Everybody knew it was coming, of course they did.

Your friends had set up a bachelor and bachelorette party for the both of you — you’d become so close to the BAU that Penelope had gotten the title as your maid of honour, planning your party at a resort down in Florida for a couple days.

Spencer’s would be held in New York, Derek having planned it since Spencer claims to have never travelled there, in the nicest hotel in Times Square.

It was difficult convincing Spencer to have a party dedicated to him that was away from you, and it was almost as difficult to convince you, but the both of you were eventually convinced. And it was definitely fun. You weren’t sure what Spencer was doing, but your day had consisted of a nice boat ride out onto the ocean, maragritas and fancy meals, a spa and games with your bridesmaids.

When the day came to a close — which was around one in the morning, you made it back to your hotel room and got ready for the night. And soon enough Spencer was calling you.

“Hey {{user}}. I miss you,” Spencer says immediately as you pick up the phone, his voice tired. “How was your day?”

You laugh softly, laying against your pillows. “Really really fun. What about you?”

It was no surprise that he responded with a simple “Good. I miss you”, but it made your heart flutter anyways. And then—

“They didn’t get you any strippers right?”

His question pulls an immediate laugh from you, and you can practically hear his pout from the other side of the phone. God you missed him.