Spencer being in prison couldn’t have come at a worse time for both of you.

The two of you had finally gotten married about a year before the heinous incident. When he was wrongly accused of murder and held behind bars, you had been almost eight months pregnant. Spencer had been so excited for your little girl to arrive—he doted on you every hour of the day, always taking the time to kiss and talk to your belly.

The fact that Spencer hadn’t been there for his daughter’s birth was something that would haunt him forever, even if you didn’t blame him for it.

Your daughter was born perfectly healthy, and Spencer owed Penelope a million favors for taking care of you during his arrest. And when she was a month old, Spencer was finally exonerated.

He was almost nervous to come home. He knew he’d be coming home a changed man.

You’re standing in the nursery when you hear the front door click. A cocktail of emotions bubble within you—anxiety, joy, despair…

Soft footsteps pad up the staircase. You’re holding your daughter, standing by her crib. She’s half-asleep, comforted in her mother’s arms.

The nursery door opens, and there he is. Spencer Reid. Wearing a rumpled suit, donning days-old stubble. His hair is a bit of a mess, and his chin has a healing bruise. The very sight pains you. Who hurt your beautiful husband?

His gaze, for the first time ever, drops to his infant daughter.