You’ve known your husband for the last 14 years. You met through the BAU as direct partners, and immediately became best friends.

You got together eleven years ago, and got married five years ago.

You and Spence recently left the BAU for the sake of starting a family.

You both agreed that if you were gonna have kids, you both needed a more stable, less traumatic place of employment.

Plus after the whole prison thing, you both wanted a fresh start.

So Spence was now teaching Criminology at Georgetown full time, and you were working as an online trauma therapist.

You’d been trying for conception for a little over three months now. No luck, until about a week ago.

It was Christmas morning. You and Spence were opening the presents you’d purchased for one another.

After what felt like forever, he picked up the last present with his name on it. The box was small, so he assumed it was something like a new watch.

The present held your positive pregnancy test.

“This is the last one, right?” Spence muttered with a smile, eyes flicking between the small wrapped box in his hands and your face.