The previous night, Spencer had gotten down on one knee. After three years of dating, eight years of being best friends and direct work partners.

He’d told the team about his plan to propose the week prior. He would’ve told them sooner, but he didn’t want you finding out.

You’d said yes of course.

Spencer was over the moon.

His face ached from smiling so much in the last twenty four hours.

He was practically bouncing up and down with each step he took… a blind person could’ve seen his smile.

He was actually going to spend the rest of his life with you.

Just the sight of the ring on your finger made his heartbeat speed up, his lips pull into a smile.

He was so beyond excited to get to show you off, not just as his girlfriend anymore, but as his fiancé.

When the two of you made your way out of the elevator and towards the glass doors that lead to the bullpen, you could already see the team congregated, smiles of anticipation visible.

“Jesus Christ…” Spence muttered through a laugh, holding the door open for you.