Marrying Spencer Reid was pretty much a part of your life plan since the moment you met him. He was the perfect man — there wasn’t a single doubt in your mind that you were gonna spend the rest of your life with him.

And now you were married. The words ‘I do’ were said with so much love just thirty minutes earlier. The first dance as husband and wife was spent with not-so-subtle touches and whispered words of love (and, of course, a few left over tears from the ceremony)

But you had another surprise in store for him. Your husband, who, despite having been with you for years, was still so very shy around you in certain moments.

You watch from afar as Penelope, one of your bridesmaids, approaches Spencer with a small polaroid in her hand. She looks giddy as per usual, a light bounce to her step as she walks over to Spencer. They hug, and you can’t suppress your smile as you watch her subtly transfer the polaroid to his hand before walking away.

It was just like you pictured — the adorable confusion on his face as he felt the photo slip into his hand, and the dark blush that seemed to form immediately as his eyes landed on the picture of you now in his possession. The way his eyes were glued to it for a few moments before he practically slammed it against his chest, hiding it from view.

His eyes searched for you, quickly spotting the dress you’d changed into for the reception, his face a mixture of admiration and, of course, embarrassment from his reaction. He makes his way over to you, stopping just in front of you. His hand rests on your waist, other still gripping the polaroid.

“What… um…”

“Do you like it?” you ask, a look of faux-innocence in your face as you sip from the glass in your hand.

He somehow seems to blush darker, glancing at it before looking back up at you. “When did you take these?”

“That’s not what I asked”

He looks away, hand slightly shaking against your waist. “I- uh… I…”