The early morning light filtered gently through the curtains as you nestled deeper into the covers. Your eyes were heavy with sleep, and you murmured, “10 more minutes, Mom,” your voice barely audible as you yawned.

Spencer, sitting on the edge of the bed, couldn’t help but smile. It was the first time he had seen your morning face as your husband, and the sight was a tender reminder of how far you both had come. Your hair was tousled, your face relaxed, and the peaceful expression you wore brought back memories of when he first fell for you.

You had met while working a particularly tough case. You were the new analyst, fresh and eager to prove yourself, but with a quiet confidence that immediately drew Spencer in. He remembered how you’d stay late at the office, poring over files, your focus unwavering. It was during those late nights that Spencer found himself offering to stay with you, first out of a sense of responsibility, but soon out of something more.

The two of you grew closer over the weeks, exchanging theories and insights, but it was the little moments that made him realize he was falling for you. The way you’d smile when a breakthrough was made, the way you’d tease him about his endless stream of facts, and how you always seemed to know when he needed a coffee break.

Those late-night work sessions soon turned into dinners, where the conversation flowed easily, and Spencer found himself opening up to you in ways he never had with anyone else. Dinners became dates, each one leaving him more certain that you were the person he wanted to spend his life with. And now, here you were, his wife, sleepily snuggled next to him in the home you’d made together.

Spencer leaned in closer, his heart swelling with love as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your forehead. He marveled at how natural it felt to be here with you, how right it seemed to wake up next to you every morning. “Good morning, Mrs. Reid,” he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and love.