Amelia's POV

I ran. Probably faster than I'd ever dared to run through the corridors of the hospital before. I could feel my hair falling out of its band as I rounded corners and barged through doors. The more rational part of my brain, however small at that point, questioned my reaction; Spencer would not be awake for at least another couple of hours and even then, he might not be entirely coherent. The instinctive part of my brain heard none of this; it implored my legs, again - however small, to move as fast as possible to find the man I loved.

Upon reaching the ICU, I practically fell into the nurses' station. Several nurses looked over quizzically. "Doctor Spencer Reid," I breathed.

"Could I have your name, please?" a tall woman with cropped, black hair asked pointedly.

"Amelia Greyling," I replied.

"Relationship?" she followed up.

"I'm his girlfriend," I said, gaining my breath back. The nurse took in my disheveled appearance and narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, but enough to get my back up.

"Let her through, Lynn, and anybody else who wants to see him. " Doctor Genevieve 'Eve' Ola, Head of Trauma Surgery and one of my closest friends, appeared from the back office. She wore an exasperated expression.

The nurse looked down at her computer monitor for a few moments before finally responding, "Room 11".

Eve stepped out from behind the nurses' station to walk me to Spencer's room. As we turned a corner, she reassured me, "ignore her, she's a colossal pain in the ass. She's good with the patients, but always seems to have problems letting family and friends in to see them!". When I smiled weakly, she stopped abruptly, pulling me back to look me in the eye. "He's fine, Amy. He lost a lot of blood but otherwise, it was straightforward. We took our time about it as we wanted to make sure there were no glass fragments anywhere and minimise the scarring. Right now, he's doing great. He might not be a few hours after he wakes up, given his refusal of any ongoing pain meds, but he'll make a full recovery." She smiled encouragingly at me.

"Thank you so much, Eve. I'm so glad it was you wh-who-" I felt my eyes filling again and quickly looked away.

"Amy, I know I don't need to tell you to not stress yourself out," she looked at me knowingly. As JJ had earlier, she was referring to Spencer's and my unborn child. As a paediatrician, I was acutely aware of the risks in the first three months of pregnancy and thus, the importance of looking after oneself. I briefly thought of the half-eaten sandwich I had left in the canteen; the fact that I couldn't immediately remember the last time I'd had any water or slept for more than three hours. I made a mental note to try harder.

As if she had read my mind, Eve ordered "go in there," she pointed to Spencer's room, "and for heaven's sake, get some sleep. He'll be out for a while still but you should be able to rest a bit easier with him being right there."

I smiled up at her, "thank you."

"It's my pleasure," she hugged me. "Now, as it's 4am, I'm going to get some sleep myself before rounds." She pulled back and rubbed my shoulder before walking back the way we came.

I jogged down the corridor and pushed open the door to Room 11. Lying in front of me, in the middle of the bed, was Spencer. I let the door close silently behind me and slumped against it, letting a lung's worth of air leave my body. Now that I saw him, sleeping peacefully, with a complete recovery in front of him, I felt a little better.

I moved slowly through the room to stand at his left side. His thick, long hair was fanned out on the pillow messily, exactly in the fashion it usually did every morning that I had woken up next to him. I picked up his hand and squeezed it gently before leaning over to kiss his forehead. Pulling the chair behind me forwards, I sat down and rested my head on his arm, my hand still around his. As I traced circles over his palm, my mind wandered to the last time we had been together...

I had wanted to stay up to wait for him, but twenty-two hours at the hospital, fourteen of which were spent in surgery, had made that a pretty bleak possibility. In an attempt to keep myself awake, I took our dog, Cecil, for a long walk; ate dinner; checked my email; showered and changed into my pyjamas at a snail's pace. Sadly, not long after I had propped myself up in our bed, book in hand, with some warm tea, I had fallen into a deep slumber.

I had woken to Cecil barking downstairs. As he barked at almost any other animal that wasn't his own reflection or our cat, Tilly, I didn't bother to move. Instead, I had pushed my book off the bed; switched off the bedside lamp and turned over. A while later, I felt the bed dip slightly before Spencer's arms snaked around my waist and under my head as pulled me to his chest. The smell that was uniquely him filled my nose; I fought against the sleep threatening to steal me away to lift my hand to his face. "You're back," I mumbled, looking up at him with sleep-filled eyes.

"I am, and you're tired," he chuckled before turning his head to kiss my palm. "Have you had a long day?"

"Mmmm, very. How was your case?" I dropped my hand from his cheek to his shoulder.

"It ended well, a five year-old girl was abducted from her front garden, but we found her before she was hurt."

"You don't sound like it was too much of a victory?"

"We didn't save the other children he had abducted before her. Children are completely defenseless and yet, people hurt them."

I pushed myself up to look him in the eye. Before I wrapped my arms around his neck, I had just been able to see his downcast expression as my eyes adjusted to the lack of light . "I'm sorry, sweetheart. You all did the best you could with what you had, like you always do. You saved a little girl and many more children that would have been hurt, had you not caught the person responsible," I whispered softly in his ear. I felt him pull my hair out of its bun before burrowing under it, something he often did when I consoled him.

Talking of children had reminded me of our baby. I had discovered that I was pregnant and had been waiting for the right time to tell Spencer over the past couple of weeks. Between his being away on cases and my being at the hospital, there was never time when we actually had time before one of us had to be somewhere. I briefly considered telling him then, but it still didn't seem right if he had just got off a child abduction case. Given his anxiety around me being in danger because of his work, I didn't want to add to his worries by bringing up any children we might have. Instead, I had an idea.

Pulling back gently, I asked, "how soon do you have to be in tomorrow?"

"Emily said not to come in before ten-thirty, why?"

"Can we take breakfast to the lake and watch the sunrise?" I referred to one of our special spots, a small lake, nestled just beyond a meadow, ten minutes from our house. It was where we had shared our first kiss, or rather where he had stumbled into me and I has seized my opportunity! We had passed so much time there, sharing meals; talking about anything; watching the sun come and go. It was the perfect place to tell him that we were having a baby.

"Of course, any reason in particular?" His beautiful, hazel eyes squinted slightly as he considered the possibilities.

I chuckled, "no, I just wanted to spend some time with you." I eased my hands across his shoulders, to rest at the base of his neck.

Spencer smiled as he tightened his grip on my waist and pulled me closer. My eyelids fell as he pressed his lips to mine, inhaling steadily. I cupped his face and opened my mouth slowly, deepening the kiss. Feeling one of his legs curl around my hip, I caressed his cheeks with my thumbs before moving to his hair. His hands crept over my torso and under my camisole; breaking our kiss, he moved to my neck.

I felt warm; I knew where this would lead and while I loved and delighted in our intimate moments, we had to be up early to catch the sunrise. "S-Sp," I struggled to articulate myself as he continued showering kisses up and down my neck.

"Mmm," his lips vibrated in the hollow at the base of my throat, making me shiver.

Attemping to compose myself, I pushed away from him slightly. At his dejected expression, I replaced my hand upon his face, "As much as I want you, my love, we need to sleep if we're going to make the sunrise tomorrow."

He briefly looked over my shoulder to the clock on my nightstand, "It's 11pm?" He looked quizzically at me.

"Exactly, and we also need to function at work tomorrow, or people might die."

"I can't argue with that," he smiled.

"Good." I smiled back as I leaned over to kiss him goodnight before turning over. His arms came around me again, pinning my back to his chest.

We fell asleep in blissful silence. Little did I know, I would wake up at 5am to find Spencer gone. A note would be on his pillow, detailing that he was sorry for missing our breakfast; he had been called away on an emergency case and he would call me later. Under his note, would be his purple scarf. My favourite.

I lifted the same scarf to my face as listened to the steady beep of his heart rate on the monitor behind his hospital bed. With his arm under my cheek; his familiar scent filling my nose and my hand around his, I hoped for sleep. Only this time, I also hoped that he would wake up with me.

JJ's POV

Derek, Emily and I looked through the narrow glass window in the door of Spence's room. Amelia was asleep on the edge of his bed, her face partially covered by Spence's scarf.

"Do we know when he'll wake up?" Emily asked.

"Nope, and I don't fancy talking to that sour-faced nurse to find out. What was her problem?" Derek referred to the reluctance of the nurse manning the front desk to tell us anything about Spence's condition.

"She's probably tired - its just after four-thirty in the morning," I dismissed her behaviour.

Derek look through the window again, "so, what do we think will happen when pretty boy wakes up? How is he going to react to us knowing about her?"

"I just hope he doesn't blame her and push her away," I commented.

"Surely not? He's so close to her," Derek questioned.

"I don't know; Spence can be cold when he wants to," Emily looked at me knowingly. Following her return to the BAU in pursuit of Ian Doyle, he had all but completely ignored us for weeks.

"But what was Amelia supposed to do? Ignore us? Sneak into his room in the dead of night after we'd gone home. Come on..." Derek looked us, confused.

"Exactly. No matter what he had hoped for, this was going to come out and it is not anybody's fault," Emily agreed.

"Well then it's up to us to make sure he doesn't ruin his own happiness because he gets a little mad," Derek resolved, smiling.

I looked at the sleeping lady clutching his arm and thought about the baby she was carrying. "Agreed, if anybody deserves to find and keep his happiness, it's Spence."

Amelia's POV

I stirred, feeling something moving in my hair. I wiped the sleep from my eyes before checking my watch - just after seven in the morning. My stomach growled; I had to eat something. Considering my potential options, I decided on a croissant; though if I left it another fifteen minutes, Thomas from Orthopaedics would be bringing a fresh batch into the attending's lounge.

My eyes widened as I re-registered the weight on my head. Turning quickly, I stared straight into Spencer's eyes. He was awake.

"Hey," he rasped.

Instinctively, I stood and reached for the water jug, poured a cup and lifted it to his lips. With my free hand, I adjusted his pillow slightly to help him sit up. I started to feel strange as the relief washed over me.

"I'm sorry," he said after I had set the cup on the table.

"It's not your fault, sweetheart," I stroked his hair as he gazed up at me, his eyes searching my face. "Are you in any pain?" I asked, glancing to his abdomen, no doubt wrapped up in bandages.

"Not at the moment. I'm worried about you - were you working?"

"I'm fine, Spencer," I lied. In truth, I was not fine. I had prepared for the worst when I found out he had been hurt - my worst nightmare come true. I had tried to hold it together, not only for the sake of his friends and colleagues, but because of our baby and the danger of being stressed, which I had, incidentally, been reminded of by the chief, JJ and Eve at this point.

"I think I've got quite good at telling when you're lying. Tell me." Despite some grogginess, Spencer remained sharp.

"Well...it..it was a little bit of a fright," I said softly, tears springing to my eyes.

As I dropped my eyes to the mattress, I felt his arm snake around my waist. He nudged me forwards gently, "can you come up here?" I wanted to; I really wanted to. I wanted to climb into the tiny hospital bed and wrap myself around him, but my legs would not co-operate. When I didn't move, choosing instead to fiddle with my hands as the tears fell freely down my cheeks, he implored, "Amy, please. Don't hide from me."

I looked up to see the same dejected expression he wore when I had rebuffed his advances four days ago. Throughout our relationship, Spencer had struggled with physical closeness, both in the sense that he had had trouble adjusting to and initiating intimacy at first, but now distance, especially when I pulled away, also plagued him. I couldn't bear to see him so upset, but I felt like I was suffocating in an overwhelming fog of sheer relief. Thus, the tears continued to fall.

His lips quivered slightly. As he attempted to straighten his lips out of the inevitable frown into a smile, the same way he always did when trying to hold back tears, he repeated, "please". Spencer's voice broke and he tightened his grip on my waist. Gingerly, I looked up into his sad, desperate eyes.

I forced myself through the fog to scramble onto the bed. Avoiding his abdomen, I stretched out, as far as the bed would allow, diagonally across his chest. His arms crushed me to him before he pulled the last of my hair free from its band and burrowed underneath it.

"I'm so happy that you're ok," I whispered into his ear, "I don't know what I would have done if things had been different."

"I'm happy that you're here; that you were here when I woke up," his voice was still thick with tears.

I pulled back slightly to look into his eyes before lightly brushing my lips over his. We slowly sank into the pillows, lost in the embrace. I kissed him gently while he stroked my arms. As one of his hands dropped lower to graze my belly, I thought again of the baby I had yet to tell him about. As I wrestled with whether or not this was a good time, Spencer leaned up to touch his forehead to mine, "I love you, Amy. I know I can be difficult and I'm always leaving you on your own, but you're always in my thoughts, no matter where I am or what is going on."

I shifted so I could curl up by his side and rest my head on his shoulder. Looking up at him, I spoke softly, "I love you too, Spencer. And I know things can be tough, but that doesn't change how I feel about you." Mindful that I would have to eventually tell him that his colleagues and friends had discovered me, I added, "please, don't forget that."

He wiped the tear trails from my face with his thumbs before dabbing at his own. Smiling now, he rested his hand on my hip and kissed my hair. In light of what had happened to him, I silently chastised myself for my hesitance. I touched his cheek, "Spencer, now that you're here and you're ok, I have something I need to talk to you about."

"Is it bad?" I detected a hint of concern in his eyes.

"Not at all," I replied.

"Was it why you wanted to go to the lake?" He rumbled me.

I laughed, poking his chest, "nothing gets past you."

"Of course not, I could tell there was a reason you wanted to go," he looked a little serious and perhaps...slightly nervous.

"Well, I've been waiting for a good time to tell you but I couldn't find one. After what happened to you, I was terrified you might never find out." His confused expression willed me to continue, but I struggled to say the words. It wasn't even deep down that I knew; I knew with every fibre of my being, at every emotional and physical level, that this was what Spencer had wanted for so long and he would be so tremendously happy. Part of my struggle was that I had wanted to find the best manner of telling him, but also that I liked knowing that I could make him so happy with this news, and I wanted to hold on to that for a special moment.

Then, as if my brain had suddenly engaged and wanted to confront me with my own silliness, I considered that any moment any time, anywhere, would be perfect, because he would be so happy. Taking a breath, I shifted upwards, placed my arms around his shoulders and looked down into his eyes. "Spencer, in roughly eight months, we're probably going to have to come back to hospital. I-"

"Why?" he interrupted, both looking and sounding, alarmed, "are you sick? I thought you said it wasn't bad!"

"Calm down, you've just had surgery!" I looked at him seriously before softening, "No, I'm not sick." I smiled, picking up his free hand, and with both of my own, held his palm to my abdomen. "We're going to have a baby."

He stared at me, agog, as if in total disbelief, for exactly five seconds. A choked sob escaped from his mouth as tears fell down his cheeks once more. He lifted his hands to cup my face. "R-R-Really?" he asked.

"Yes, r-" he cut me off, kissing me sweetly.

After a few moments, he pulled back slightly, lingering at my lips. "We're going to have a baby, Amy!" he whispered excitedly. I could feel his wide smile as he touched his forehead to mine.

"We are!" his happiness and excitement radiated through me. I pushed myself up onto my knees and leaned up and over him. Letting my hair fall into a curtain around us, I kissed him much more passionately. Before I could internally question my actions, I reached behind him, loosened the tie of his gown and pulled it down to expose his chest. Albeit quietly, he exhaled as I lightly brushed my fingertips through the smattering of hair there. His hands were in my hair, holding my head gently as he sucked on my bottom lip. I pulled back to rest my cheek on his bare chest, breathing in deeply. Gently, he stroked my other cheek, before caressing my neck. His hand began to creep lower until he reached the the swell of my breasts, in unspoken request for permission to go further. As the reality of where we were re-entered my befuddled brain, I reluctantly untangled myself. I kissed his nose, "not here."

Spencer beamed up at me as as I re-tied his gown. As I leaned backwards to sit on my feet, he tugged at my jumper, "may I?"

Given that I had just stopped our physical explorations, I was a little unsure what he meant. Intrigued, I nodded.

He raised my jumper and the vest underneath to reveal my abdomen. Very gently, he flattened his right palm over my belly and softly stroked my skin with his index finger. He grinned at me before pointing behind himself and asking, "is there a way to raise this part of the bed?"

"Of course," I picked up the remote attached to the side of the bed and raised the back of the bed so he was in more of a sitting position. "Is that ok? I don't want to crumple you up."

"This is fine," he said as he placed his hands on my hips and pulled me upwards onto my knees. He reached up to caress my cheek before leaning forwards, pushing my clothes aside and pressing his lips to my belly.

I smiled down at Spencer's loving gesture, so happy with our little family.

Niggling in the back of my mind however, remained the prospect of telling him that his secret was no more...

A/N:

Hello readers,

Apologies for the update being later than planned; I've been quite busy over these past couple of weeks. As such, I've tried to cover a lot of ground here!

Thank you for all the views, reviews, follows and favourites - I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I love hearing your thoughts, so please let me know what you think, especially in terms of the team finding out about Amelia!

Best,

Em