When you met Spencer, you immediately knew that he would be a huge part of your life. His lanky frame was wrapped in a mismatched outfit—an endearing combination of vintage sweater vests and a tie. He carried himself with a quiet confidence, yet his presence radiated an undeniable warmth. His hazel eyes flickered with intelligence, scanning the room like he was cataloging every detail, but there was something else too—curiosity, maybe even vulnerability. You'd known of the genius Dr. Spencer Reid before you really saw him (you were a medical professional that they wanted to work with on a case). He was a common conversation topic in your line of work, but when you saw him, he was a lot softer than what you'd heard.

You quickly became friends, then quickly became lovers. He was your rock, your biggest supporter, and so comforting to you. You were the same for him; you made him feel understood and more human. Finally, after three years of dating, he proposed to you. And now, you were twenty minutes from marrying super genius Spencer Reid, the love of your life.

Right now, you were blind folded, back to Spencer who's eyes were also covered by a thick blindfold. This was Penelope's way of getting you both less anxious before the ceremony. You felt Spencer's warm hand snake around you, intertwining with your own fingers. You only had 10 minutes like this before you were going to be walking down the aisle to him. His scent filled your nostrils, cedarwood and fresh linen.

"I can't even imagine how beautiful you look right now." He spoke gently, squeezing your hand.