A/N: Another fluff for you... wow, I can't believe this is already 10 chapters long... =) Please tell me your thoughts and suggestions.

"Good morning." Spencer kissed his wife's forehead softly. She smiled.

"Morning", she replied sleepily. Maeve gave a yawn and sat up to get a glimpse at the clock on the night stand. "10:21?" She was rather surprised.

Spencer nodded smiling.

"Wow, I think I last woke up at 3'o'clock", she wondered. Then her happy expression changed and concern was drawn upon the young woman's face.

"I checked on her one hour ago. Safe and sound", Spencer reassured her. Maeve sighed and leaned back into the pillows facing him.

"How come you're still here anyways", Maeve asked playfully, though she really didn't seem to mind his presence. "Isn't it Tuesday?"

"Yeah, but Hotch gave us a gew days off as long as there's no new case." Spencer gave a crooked smile. "We have to make up for the weekend."

Maeve cuddled a little closer. "I like that", she told him smiling back.

They stayed like that for awhile. Just until their silence was interrupted by a demanding cry.

"So, I guess she's up yet", Maeve annotated sitting up again.

"Well, I don't complain", Spencer said, "I haven't seen her in five days."

"Liar. You said you checked on her one hour ago." Liar had been a word she couldn't say for a long time. Both of them were surprised as it slipped so easily from her lips.

"Yeah, you're right", Spencer confessed, "But I haven't talked to her yet."

Maeve got up from the bed akimbo. "Well, how about that: You go and dress her while I fix all of us some breakfast?"

Spencer nodded contently. "My cup is overflowing."

She rolled her eyes jokingly and laughed, but he knew she knew it was true. "That's quite possible. Now go and take care of her or I'll do it myself."

He followed her into the hallway where they parted.

Bridget was already up, hands clutched to the sticks of her crib. For a eleven-month-old premature born blind toddler she was pretty well adapting. She could sit upright and she could repeat things, people told her. But usually she'd stick to the few words she knew the meaning of. Bridget's blue eyes - god, had he prayed for them to stay this way and was he happy they looked like Maeve's - glared at the wall behind him. Her face was in a shade of pink from crying, although she hadn't waited for that long.

"Hey, Bridget. Already up today?" He reached down and grabbed her. She smiled shyly.

"Daddy?" She knew his voice, but she needed to make sure. Her hands reached up for his face and she touched it. Used to it he closed his eyes. Smiling wider this time she confirmed: "Daddy!"

""Yeah, that's right." She cuddled into his chest.

"Let's get you dressed and then we'll have breakfast." He knew she probably wouldn't answer, but he always talked to her in a mature way. Both he and Maeve rejected baby talk and since Bridget needed to touch all the things she had to learn the words of, it made more sense to talk seriously.

It was weird. Spencer and Maeve liked silence from time to time. But with Bridget, they were always talking or at least listening to music. Bridget loved music and was quite responsible to it. She was sensetive, either. While she would cry at most music playing on the radio, she seemed to really like Piazzolla, Mozart, Saint-Säens, Pachelbel and even to J.J's favourite, Walk off the Earth.

Some pathologist they had cooperated with some months ago had introduced her to Heavy Metal and that, she liked, too. But she would rarely ever listen to it. They didn't even have CDs.

He changed her diaper and then dressed her into a blue dress, red tights and a matching cardigan. Bridget always got pretty dirty over the day. Apparently, Maeve had music playing by now. It wasn't really loud, Spencer could barely hear it himself, though she was two rooms away, but Bridget sat up and begun a slight rocking motion.

Spencer chuckled at the sight. She was so freaking adorable. He picked her up and jerked her on his hip. "C'mon, Bridget. Let's have some breakfast?"

And as he walked over to the kitchen he could hear his daughter humming along with the melodie.

A/N: About the music... I guess you all know Mozart, but you might not have heard of Piazzolla and if you haven't listened to Walk off the Earth I request you to do it now. They're awesome.