Chapter Seven

"There is no such cozy combination as man and wife."~Menander

It was around eight o'clock that evening and Spencer was sound asleep, his arms wrapped tightly around his wife's warm body. His legs were wrapped around hers and his head was resting in the crook of her neck. Lila could feel his warm, sweet breath against her soft skin and it was so soothing. They had spent the day in the bed, altering between cuddling and talking to rolling around in the midst of hot, sweaty, monkey love. At the moment Spencer and Reid were satiated and floating comfortably in dream world.

For her part, Lila was basking in total joy, feeling totally at ease with herself and the world. For the first time in her life, she was home. She knew what it felt like to be home and feel completely accepted and welcome. She smiled at her sleeping husband, who was softly snoring in her ear. The sound was adorable and the vibrations were sending a tingling sensation down her spine.

Lila decided to let Spencer sleep however, knowing he had to be exhausted. She kissed him softly on the lips and eased her way out of his arms until she was out of bed. She bent down and picked his shirt up off the floor. She threw on it and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She didn't know what she was going to do to occupy her time, but she knew she needed to stretch her legs.

She crept out of the room and walked down the hall, taking in the surroundings of her new home. She opened the closet next to the bedroom, finding it neatly stocked with miscelaneous odds and ends. She gently shut the door and continued walking, letting her hand trail along the wall. She opened the door leading to the laundry room and stepped inside. Lila opened the lids of the laundry hampers, finding them empty.

She smiled, not at all surprised that her husband would insist on leaving his home spic and span before going on vacation. She knew it was strange and terribly dated, but she was actually looking forward to doing his laundry. Granted, Lila didn't know the first thing about washing clothes, but knowing she had at least fifty years to get the hang of it was a relief. She left the laundry room, shutting off the light in the process. She continued walking until she wound up in the most challenging room of all.

The kitchen was a source of contention for Lila for obvious reasons. She didn't know if she would ever be a food enthusiast, but for the sake of her future and her family she was willing to try to concur her demons. Although she wasn't really hungry, she hadn't eaten since lunch on the plane and she knew her baby needed nurishment. Lila knew if she was ever able to concur her food neurosis it would be thanks to her child. She knew Spencer thought she was thinking prematurely, but she was one hundred percent convinced she was carrying a boy.

Lila opened the refrigerator and couldn't help but laugh. Despite his apartment looking as though it were occupied by ocd nuns, his fridge was all bachelor. Although the side shelves held copious amounts of condiments, the main area of storage held baking soda, tupperware containers, take out boxes, gatorade, and milk. Lila shook her head and decided she had stumbled upon her time killer. She dragged the garbage closer and knelt down.

She went through the condiments, tossing what was expired, keeping what was usable, and wondering why her husband needed six bottles of mustard, three bottles of ketchup, two bottles of mayonaise, and two bottles of relish. Before placing the usable items back on the shelf, she opened the shelves below the sink and pulled out paper towel and cleaning spray. She scrubbed the shelves until they were sparkling and stocked them with labels facing forward and alphabetizing labels.

She then turned her attention to the main area, going through the same process as with the shelves. She immediately tossed out the take out boxes since there was no way delivery food was still safe for human consumption after two weeks. And after examining the inside of the tupperware, she tossed that as well, deciding it was more condusive to simply buy more tupperware than trying to pry out the rather frightening contents.

After a while, the refrigerator was sparkling and to her amazement, she was actually feeling hungry. Since relish covered baking soda didn't appeal to her tastebuds, she opened the cupboards, considering her options. The cupboards resembled the before status of the refrigerator, so she decided to clean before she ate. She walked into the dining room and grabbed the back of a chair, carrying it back to the kitchen. She climbed on top and got to work.

She scrubbed the first set of shelves clean, although they weren't as alarming as the refrigerator. As she took stock of the cupboards contents, she was beginning to understand why her sexy husband was so skinny. There were three shelves in this cupboard and one held an assortment of cereal, the other different varieties of coffee, and the other held sugar. She then moved on to the other shelves, cleaning and organizing. Just as she did with the fridge, Lila organized the items alphabetically with the labels facing foward.

She also organized all the food, both shelved and refrigerated, in order of experation, so nothing would go to waste. Lila was working on the final shelf, positioning the rice-a-roni just so when Spencer walked into the room. He was clad in plaid boxers and looked adorably tussled with his hair mussed and sleep still in his eyes. She smiled at him as she continued her work.

"Hi, honey, what are you doing awake?"

"I rolled over and when I felt your side of the bed was empty, I wanted to know where you were."

"You were worried about me?" Lila asked, finding it adorable he would be needy and lonely in a six hundred square foot apartment.

"You're my wife and I love you. When you're not by my side it's my natural inclination to worry," he replied, wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her down from the chair.

"Please don't do that again," Spencer replied, his heart racing at the sight of his pregnant wife so high off the ground.

"Do what, honey? I was only a few feet off the ground."

"Exactly. For the duration of your pregnancy I want your feet on the ground at all times. Actually, I would prefer for them to remain that way the rest of the time as well."

"Spencer, you are being irrational."

"I'm aware of that, but it's only because of my overwhelming love for you."

Lila beamed at her overprotective, irrational husband as he leaned in for a kiss. They kissed for a few moments before Lila gestured towards the shelves.

"I did some cleaning while you were asleep."

"Yes, I can see that," Spencer said, examining her handwork. "they look great, babe. The shelves are actually sparkling."

"That's not all, Spence; you should see the refrigerator."

Spencer decided to do just that and opened the refrigerator door. He stared at his pristine fridge in amazement. Despite the clean nature of his home, that never seemed to translate to his food storage area. He looked over at his gorgeous wife with appreciation.

"You my dear are a woman of many talents."

"If cleaning your fridge is all it takes to make you happy, this marriage is going to be incredibly easy."

"Do you know what else will make this marriage incredibly easy? You being you."

Lila blushed and Spencer wrapped his arms around her waist. She wrapped hers around his neck and they started kissing. The kiss deepened and just as Spencer's hand made its way up her shirt, a loud rumbling startled them both. They pulled apart and Spencer giggled as his wife's blushed slightly.

"I guess hours and hours of lovemaking really builds up an appetite," she said sheepishly.

"Then let's conjure up some sustinence for you and Little Lila," Spencer said.

"I hate to disappoint you Magic Man, but our baby has a fifty-fifty percent chance of being a boy."

"Yes, but statistically I have a one hundred percent chance of always being right, so in light of those odds I think you need to resign yourself to a lifetime of lace and pink and dolls."

"Whatever you and our son like to do in your spare time is fine by me."

Spencer laughed and Lila looked through the cupboard before pulling out a box of Velveeta macaroni and cheese. As Lila bent down to grab a pot out of the lower cupboard, Spencer enjoyed the view of her ass. Seeing her in his shirt was arousing beyond belief, as was the fact that she wasn't wearing panties. Lila stood up and filled the pot with tap water. She placed it on the stove and turned on the flame. Spencer wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

"Tomorrow we're going grocery shopping," he said.

"As long as you promise coffee, sugar, cereal, and condiments will not make an appearance on the list."

Spencer blushed and Lila giggled. Spencer looked around and finally zoomed in on the garbage, which held the disgarded take-out boxes and tupperware. He reached inside the examine the contents and Lila noticed him. She slapped his ass with her wooden spoon.

"Hey! What did you do that for?" Spencer yelped, although she hadn't really hit him that hard.

"Because there is no way I'm going to let my husband garbage pick rotten food. For goodness sake Spencer, some of that stuff is older than our unborn child."

"It's still good," Spencer grumbled, opening the take-out box that held left over sweet and sour chicken. Truth be told, the chicken was looking more radioactive than sweet and sour, but being a man he didn't notice.

"Really? You honestly think that....stuff is safe for human consumption?"

Spencer nodded and a mischevious glimmer filled her eyes. "Fine," she replied. She reached into the garbage and pulled out the stiromfoam box.

"W...what are you doing?" Spencer asked, looking wide eyed at his wife.

"If this is good enough for you, it's good enough for Lil Spence and I."

She reached into the box and pulled out something that sort of resembled chicken. She dangled it in front of her lips and Spencer reached over and smacked the food out of her hand. Lila tried not to laugh for various reasons, one of them being she was convinced her little niece hit harder than he did.

"You just hit me!" Lila exclaimed, trying to look angry, but the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her.

"No, I just saved your life! Do you have any idea how old that chicken is or how far back it was in my refrigerator? It was also in the garbage for Heaven's sake!"

"You don't say," Lila replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Alright fine, you've made your point. How about if I take out the garbage while you finish dinner?"

"I think that's an excellent idea, however, you may want to put on some clothes. I would hate for some random girl to get an eyeful of your hotness and steal you away from me."

"I don't think we need to worry about that," Spencer replied, walking back to their bedroom to find clothes.

He returned moments later wearing baggy grey sweatpants, Captain Kirk t-shirt, and slippers. He kissed Lila's cheek, picked up the lone piece of chicken and placed in the garbage. He cleaned its mess, tied the garbage shut, and picked it up. As he carried it to its new home, Lila placed a fresh bag in the garbage and put it back in its proper place. After washing her hands, she turned her attention back to their dinner and reveled in the contented feeling of her new life.