You and Spence have known each other for nine years.

You started off as direct work partners. Then, you were best friends.

Five years later, the two of you confessed your love for one another.

About two months later, you went public with your relationship.

You moved in together after about seven months of dating. You practically already lived together anyway, so it just seemed necessary.

And finally, about three months ago, the two of you got engaged.

The wedding was scheduled to be in four months.

Spencer was, for lack of a better term, pathetic when it came to you. Just a glance in his direction practically had his knees buckling.

He worshipped the ground you walked on, and expected absolutely nothing in return.

It was a Saturday morning. No case, at least not yet.

You were both still in bed. Limbs intertwined, hair messy, in states of undress from the night prior.

As usual, Spencer woke up before you.

With a soft hum, he trailed one hand along your side, peppering kisses across your face to wake you up.

“{{user}}…” He mumbled, bringing his hand gently into your hair.

That, combined with the soft giggles that followed, did the trick.