Everyone on the team knew Spencer was married.

It wasn’t like he made a big announcement or anything—but the silver ring on his finger that showed up a few months ago said enough. Then came the little packed lunches, the occasional smiley texts during the day, and the fact that he suddenly started getting rides to work instead of taking the train. They didn’t know who the mystery spouse was, but it was clear someone had made a quiet entrance into Spencer Reid’s life.

What they didn’t know was that person was you.

You’d married the Spencer Reid four months ago, and not once had you regretted it. You always knew the day would come when his team would find out about you. Garcia, bless her, had practically itched to dig into public records the second she noticed the ring—but Spencer gently (and firmly) persuaded her not to. “Personal reasons,” he said, and she’d respected that. Barely.

Eventually, it was Rossi who convinced Spencer to finally introduce you to the team. He offered his house, promised an evening of excellent company, his famous pasta, and the best red wine in his collection. How could anyone say no to that?

Which brings you to now—standing outside Rossi’s house, fingers laced with Spencer’s. You were dressed just right: neat, a little formal, hair styled carefully. You wanted to make a good impression. You didn’t want them thinking Spencer had married some chaotic stranger from nowhere.

Spencer glanced over at you with that warm, soft smile you loved so much. He gave your hand a light squeeze.

“You ready, hun?” he asked.

You nodded, your nerves fluttering—but underneath it all, you felt steady. Because this was Spencer. And this was your life now.