Sorry this has taken so long to get up guys! I've been working on a novel of my own that has been published and lost sight of all of my fanfictions! I'm back on track now, and I so hope you enjoy the rest of the story!

I awoke in a hospital bed, feeling like I had come out of a deep sleep. I was propped up on some pillows, in a sitting position, wearing a hospital gown. Several monitors were hooked up to my left arm, the beeping of machines loud in my ears. Looking around, I saw Jessie asleep on the couch between the bed and the window. The wall above her head showed that I had been out for about an hour. I vaguely remembered getting wheeled into the room, the nurses helping me change clothing and running tests. I had slipped in and out of consciousness during that time, refusing to be told what the tests said and going back to sleep . They assured me everything would be okay, fake promises filling my ears, not convincing me that what I was experiencing was normal.

"Jessie," I said, trying to wake my cousin.

Her eyes fluttered open, settling on me, and she sat up, "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Tired, kind of sore. Did you call Spencer?"

"Yeah, he was already on his way when I called him. He should be here soon," she said, standing up and walking over to the bed. She took my hand, "The nurses said the bleeding stopped."

"Stop," I stated, jerking my hand back from her, "I don't want to know. I can't know…I just can't stand it."

She nodded, taking a seat on the side of the bed, "Okay, I will let you talk to the doctor when she comes back in."

We sat in silence for a few minutes until we heard arguing in the hallway, coming closer to the room. The nurse was persistent in keeping someone out, "Sir, you can't go in there. Only family is allowed."

"She's my girlfriend. That's my baby and I'm going in there," I heard Spencer's voice state calmly in the hallway. The nurse backed into view, hands up in front of her, trying to block my visitor.

I saw him push past her, coming into the room. His hair had been slicked back, falling from its perfect form in places now, from running his hands through it with worry I was sure. His clothing was disheveled, sweater hanging off to one shoulder, button up shirt wrinkled. His tie was somewhat undone, pulled out of his sweater and hanging to the side awkwardly. He walked over to my side, reaching out to place his hand on the side of my face, "I came as soon as you text me. I tried to text you back but you didn't answer so I left Kansas and flew straight here. Jessie called me while I was on the plane and told me what happened. Are you okay?"

In his presence, I felt my body relax, the stress I was under calming down with his very touch. It was an effect only Spencer had on me, being able to walk in the room and still my beating heart. He was the only thing in my world at any given moment, just the two of us in the room. I could deal with whatever came my way, as long as he was right there with me, touching me, grounding me. "I-I don't know," I said, answering his question.

"Hasn't the doctor been in to see you?" he asked, worry coming over his face.

"Yeah but I've been out. I passed out at the front desk when we got here. It's just all been too much. And without you here-" I started, unable to finish my sentence due to the tears swelling up in my eyes again.

"Shhh, don't cry, Kara," he cooed, caressing my face with the side of his hand, slowing my tears and focusing me on him, "I will find the doctor and I will talk to him."

"No," I begged, "I don't want to know."

A knock at the door interrupted our conversation. We both looked over, noticing the doctor in the entryway. She was young, brunette hair pulled back in a braid, glasses perched on the end of her nose, chart in hand. "The nurse said we had an intruder," she smiled, eyeing Spencer, and walking over to the bed. "It's good to see you fully awake, Miss Winchester."

I just nodded, gripping Spencer's other hand for dear life, not wanting to know what the nurse was going to say. I chewed on my bottom lip, waiting for her to say something else, hoping for some good news.

"How's the baby?" Spencer asked, his attention on the doctor.

"Kara has insisted that she doesn't want to know any details," the doctor stated, holding out her hand to Spencer, "I'm Dr. Summers, I take it you are the father."

Spencer nodded, taking the doctor's hand, "Dr. Spencer Reid. Yes I'm the father."

"Miss Winchester has been through a lot of trauma tonight. She had herself quite freaked out when she arrived, passing out in the lobby. Thankfully her cousin was right there with her and there were people behind her in line. They were able to stop her from hitting the ground. We brought her up here to the room and did some blood work and other labs. However, she's refused to see them."

Spencer's eyebrows furrowed, his mouth pursing into a line before he spoke, "Twenty to thirty percent of women experience first trimester bleeding so there's always a chance that everything is okay."

"That's exactly right, Dr. Reid," the doctor replied, "bleeding doesn't necessarily mean there is a loss of pregnancy, even though it is definitely scary for the parents, the mother particularly. It's even more stressful when her partner isn't around."

"He works for the FBI, it's important work, it's okay," I stated, trying to get her to understand that it wasn't his fault he hadn't been around at the time.

"Shh, Kara, it's okay," Spencer stated, turning to me for a second and caressing my cheek before turning back to the doctor, "So you guys have all of the test results?"

It's okay, I could do this. "Okay, let's see them," I said, nodding my head and running my free hand through my hair.

"Do you want me to leave?" Jessie asked.

I turned my head to look at her, "If you don't mind. I just…if things are bad… I don't want too many people here."

"I understand," she said, leaning over and planting a kiss on my forehead. She looked at Spencer, pointing her finger, "You take care of her."

"I will," he replied, Jessie leaving the room.

I watched my cousin leave, gripping Spencer's hand, "What will we do if the baby is…gone…"

Spencer tucked his hair behind his ear nervously, "I-I don't know, Kara. We will get through this together. I'm not going anywhere until all this is settled."

"I'm such a failure," I whispered to myself, covering my eyes with my hands.

"No you're not, these complications just happen sometimes," he said, trying to console me.

"No, statistics," I said, trying my best to smile up at him and make a joke.

He let a smile tug at his outer lips, "Okay."

"Alright," the doctor said, opening her folder and examining the contents inside. She started giving me levels of things and what they should be, where I was. It didn't make a whole lot of sense to me, but Spencer was nodding and looking at her intently as if he understood.

Finally she spoke in my language, "Everything appears to be healthy, congratulations Miss Winchester. Just keep an eye on the bleeding. If it becomes heavy again, come straight here. Have you seen an OBGYN yet?"

Oh thank goodness.

"No."

"I will give you a list of the ones we recommend in the area. You will need to get in to see them in the next few weeks. They will be able to help you with your pregnancy and birthing plans."

"Thank you," Spencer stated as the doctor stood up. He stood up, shaking her hand and following her out the door.

"You're very welcome, Dr. Reid. And congratulations," she said, leaving the room with the nurse.

Spencer returned to my side, excitement still playing over his face, making him look like a little boy on Christmas.

I reached up to his hair, twirling it around my finger, "Looks like we're going to be parents."

He leaned over the bed, wrapping his arms around me best he could, "Thankfully. And I couldn't be happier."

Jessie met us in the lobby when the hospital released me, wheeling me out to Spencer's car.

"Thanks for everything," I told her, hugging her before getting in the car.

"No problem, cuz. I'm just glad you and the little genius are okay."

I rolled my eyes, pulling back and looking at her, "I will see you later?"

"Yes, take your time," she stated. She turned her attention to Spencer, "You take care of her, or I'll cut your pretty hair."

He nodded, confused look playing over his face, unsure of how to take my cousin, and she began walking to her car. I stood up out of the wheelchair, thinking it unnecessary seeing as I was leaving the hospital, not going into it. I moved myself into Spencer's car, him closing the door behind me. I took in the smells in his car, all of them reminding me of the man sitting down beside me.

"Can we get some ice cream?" I asked him, noticing the enormous craving in my stomach as I buckled myself in.

"Whatever you want," he replied, smiling at me with that smile of his.

He took me through the drive through of the local ice cream shop, getting me some chocolate candy pieces and frozen yogurt. I dug into it, finishing it as we pulled into his apartment complex.

We walked up to his one bedroom apartment, holding hands until he reached the door. He opened it for me, following me inside and sitting his messenger bag down beside the door. He kicked off his shoes and socks, loosening his tie and he making himself comfortable. I walked to his kitchen, throwing away the cup and spoon from my dessert and helping myself to a glass of water. I felt Spencer walk in behind me, wrapping his arms around me as I took a drink of my water.

"I'm so happy you and the baby are safe," he said, resting his chin on the top of my head.

I leaned back into him, feeling home for the first time in days, "Me too. I wouldn't want things to be any other way. I was devastated when I saw the blood. I thought you'd hate me if we lost the baby. All I could think about was getting you there with me."

"I'm glad you text me. I was able to get back faster that way," he replied.

I turned around in his arms, looking up into his eyes, "I'm just surprised the text went through, seeing as I was in an awfully freaked out state of mind and hardly able to keep my hands steady on the phone."

"When I saw your short text, I knew something was wrong and Hotch had no problem letting me come home after that."

"I hate that you had to leave work like that, but, thank you."

"I told you, I'm going to do the best I can to protect you, and the baby. I will be here as soon as I can whenever you need me to be."

I hugged him tightly, "You don't know how much that means to me."

He pulled back, kissing me sweetly on the lips.

"I need to take a shower, seriously," I stated when he pulled back.

He laughed, that boyish smile taking over his face, "Help yourself. It's your home too now."

I removed myself from the kitchen, picking out some clothes from the dresser and going into the bathroom. I plugged my IPOD up to the speakers in the bathroom, settling on some classical music. I set my clothes down on the counter, taking note of his razor and toothbrush laying there. I smiled to myself, remembering that we were trying to take it slow, but my mind refusing to settle on that, wondering to the possibilities.

I stripped down and stepped into the shower, allowing the warm water to run over me, washing away the nastiness from the hospital visit.

Could we really make it forever? He left work for me, flying out to make sure I was okay. Even though he didn't know the situation, wasn't sure what was going on until Jessie got ahold of him on the plane. That showed me how much he cared about me, how much he cared about our baby. I placed my hand on my stomach, hardly able to believe that there was life in there. Something that we had formed together, unintentional, but drawing us together in this short amount of time. I never thought I'd find myself here. With Spencer Reid of all people. I'd admired him from afar, looking up to him and other members of the BAU as those who held the job I dreamed of. I had an insane amount of respect for him, leaning on him for understanding, depending on him to make the right decisions for us. For the three of us. I thought back, realizing that I'd never really allowed another person to make decisions for me. I was always the one to step up, make a decision, depending on myself alone for things. Now I had a partner, someone who loved me for me. He didn't truly understand all parts of me, the part that loved singing and dancing and art. The part of me who could look at a painting or listen to a song and feel the passion inside. Still, he respected it, tried to understand by being there for me and supporting me in whatever I wanted to do.

It was so different.

I heard him clear his throat before I heard the shower curtain rustle, "I just wanted to check on you."

I could smell the scent of his cologne, of coffee, whiffling over to me, see his deep brown eyes full of concern as I looked over my shoulder at him. His had the curtain open enough to peep his head inside and talk to me. His hair was a mess all over his head, making sexual thoughts run through my mind, my fingers aching to twirl in his curls, "I'm fine. Actually, I'm even better now." I turned around, letting my emotions take over, and reaching for him.

He pulled back, "You do seem to be feeling a lot better."

"This pregnancy thing has gotten me so hot, I think it's these crazy hormones," I said, reaching for him again and getting his tie in my hand. I pulled him towards me, him stumbling into the shower with me, water rushing over him and soaking his clothing.

"Kara," he said, exasperated but entertained at the same time. He ran his hands through his hair, pushing it backwards over his forehead, water weighing it down to almost his shoulders. The water soaked through his clothing quickly, clinging to him in an awkward way. He looked up at me, trying to hide the fun in his eyes.

Man, he is so incredibly sexy.

"I don't think you really realize just how sexy you are, Spence," I giggled, stepping towards him.

I ran my tongue along the water line running from his hard jawline to the top of his tie. I heard his intake of breathe as I finished, hands reaching out to me, pulling me to him, under the waterfall. I made my way back up his long neck, his chin, landing on his lips. The water ran between us, down our faces, our lips, our bodies, until it hit the floor of the shower. I pushed him backwards against the wall, careful not to send us tumbling to the floor. My hands in his wet hair, his hands on my face, grasping at me. I tugged gently at his hair, his neck bending back to give me full access to his collarbone.

"Kara, what's gotten into you," he breathed, hands moving up to entwine themselves in my hair.

"You, Dr. Reid," I said, running my hands down his body and touching him through his clothes. He moaned in response, laying his head back against the wall of the shower, allowing me to unbutton his shirt and undo his tie.

"These clothes are not appropriate, Spencer," I stated, giggling again at him and removing the shirt and tie from his body, placing them outside the shower.

"I don't know that any of this is appropriate, considering where we've just come from," he stated, putting his hands on my chest as a barrier, realizing there were no clothes there, and quickly placing his hands back on his person, shoving them in his pants.

"Don't get all shy on me, doctor," I said, reaching for his hands and placing them back on me, leaning into him and kissing him passionately. I felt his hands explore my body, eliciting sounds from me as his fingers grazed me. He helped me remove the rest of his clothing, placing them outside of the shower in a heap on the floor.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, the way the water dripped from his body, his hair, that smile playing across his face as he looked at me. It was easy to see that he was feeling the same kind of emotions when I looked into his eyes, seeing how much he cared for me. I relished this private time with him, knowing it wasn't going to be often due to his work schedule. I pulled him to me, encouraging him to take control, pressing his fingers against me roughly. His eyes darkened, responding to my grasp on his hand, pushing me back towards the wall of the shower, pinning me to it and kissing me passionately. He continued to caress me with his hands, moving his body against mine, his face lowering to my throat, kissing me there and sending ripples of pleasure down my spine.

I could spend every waking moment with Spencer, every night sleeping in his bed, waking up every morning to the smell of his coffee brewing, meeting him at his kitchen table with his book in hand, going to sleep at night talking to him about our hopes and dreams or reading books together. He was everything I could have possibly asked for in a man, funny, intelligent, handsome, caring, hardworking. In this moment, wrapped up in the scent of him, the taste of him, it hit me like an epiphany, settling into the core of my being.

"Marry me," I whispered, barely recognizing the breathe tone of my voice, the need in it, the love.

He raised his head to look at me, surprise playing over his face, "Isn't that supposed to be my line?"

"I don't care whose line it is. Spencer, I don't think I can make it through this life without you. It's just so right. Here. With you. Always," I explained, placing my hands on either side of his face, him standing back up to look down at me.

"You're sure?"

I nodded in response, pulling him to me and kissing him again, pouring every bit of emotion I felt in that moment into him, feeling him pressing up against me.

"I love you Spencer. As soon as I have this baby and things start getting back to normal, we can start putting it together," I said when his kisses trailed down my neck and onto my chest.

"I think that's a fabulous plan," he agreed, moving his arms around me and steadying me against the wall. I felt him enter me slowly, moans escaping from both of us, exchanging expressions of love and continuing on until the water ran cold.

We went to bed afterwards, both of us needing to catch up on sleep. I woke up around 4 o'clock that afternoon, trying to force myself to go back to sleep for a couple of more hours. I was thankful that it was my day off and I didn't have to call work and explain where I had been. Finally I gave up trying to sleep and pulled myself out of bed, noticing Spencer still lying there, oblivious to the world, his hair sprawling out like a mane around him. I laughed to myself, adjusting my night clothes and going to the kitchen to make some coffee. It was an unusual occurrence to wake up before him and I wanted to do something special.

I haven't gotten to show him my cooking expertise, I thought, pulling out ingredients for omelets out of his refrigerator and sitting them on the counter. I went to work on our late afternoon breakfast, also putting on a fresh cup of coffee.

He came into the kitchen as I was finishing up, pajamas still on, "Something smells delicious."

I plopped his omelet off the pan and onto a plate, turning around and sitting it on the table, "I thought I'd show off some of my home making abilities."

He sat down at the table, reaching for his fork and digging in, never being one to refuse food, "This is great, Kara. Where did you learn to cook like this?"

"I wasn't allowed to go near the kitchen when I was younger, so I took cooking classes in high school and college," I explained, sitting a glass of coffee down next to his plate and taking my place beside him.

You say you weren't allowed in the kitchen?" he asked, eyeing me weirdly and taking another bite of his food.

"Yea, my parents insisted that we have every meal cooked for us or eaten out. They love showing off their wallets. I think they found it insulting when they found out I was taking cooking classes. They tried to make me drop the class."

"I'm glad they didn't succeed."

"I'm happy you like it," I said, helping myself to my own food.

"I didn't realize just how well off your family was…Have you told them about the pregnancy yet?" he asked.

I sighed, "No, not yet. I've been avoiding it. I just know they are going to have all sorts of crazy ideas about the doctors I should see, the plans we should make. All that jazz. I just want to do things normally."

"It's important that they know."

"I know, Spencer. Have you told your mom?"

He paused, fork in hand, "Actually, I have. I wrote about it in the last letter I sent her."

"Oh, well, way to make me look like a horrible child," I laughed.

"I thought maybe you could go out with me to Las Vegas while you are still able to fly and you could meet her."

Oh wow. "I would be honored to meet the Mrs. Reid. Do you think she would like me?"

"Oh yes, she will love you. She will be glad to see how happy her son is," he explained, leaning over and kissing me on the cheek.

"You make me blush," I said, feeling the pink rising in my cheeks.

Spencer smiled, "You should probably call your mom."

"Probably."

And so I did. I called my boss at work first, seeing if I could get Monday through Wednesday off to make the long trip back home, that way I could talk to Mom in private. Dad always worked throughout the week. Richard wasn't happy about letting me have the time off in such a short notice but agreed to it nonetheless, insisting that I didn't take my day off that week. I said that was fine, not really worried about it. He could be such a stick in the mud.

Then I called my mother.

"Sweetie!" she exclaimed when she answered, "How are you!?"

"Great, Mom. How are things there?"

"They are great. We have been planning for the big masquerade party. You wouldn't believe the people coming!"

Shit that's next week.

"Is that Tuesday night?"

"Yes, I wish you would make it."

"Actually, I was going to see if I could come up for a few days next week? Monday, Tuesday, and head out Wednesday?"

I heard her gasp of breath, laying my head down on the table, "That would be fabulous darling! Your father will be so happy to see you! We can have dinner on Monday and you can come to the party Tuesday! Bring that sexy little agent of yours."

"Mom!" I exclaimed, embarrassed.

"What!? Your father isn't around and I haven't been able to talk to you about Spencer."

"Well we will have plenty of time to discuss it when I visit. I highly doubt he would be able to get off of work for that but I will ask him."

"Just tell me when to pick you up Monday and I will have the limo meet you at the airport."

"No, mom, listen. I'm just going to take a cab," I argued, knowing I wouldn't win.

"I won't have you riding in one of those nasty things. Carlisle will be there to pick you up when you land. See you Monday!" she said, hanging up the phone. Carlisle was our "butler" of sorts, chauffeuring my parents around and running errands for us. He'd been with our family as long as I could remember and was in a lot of ways, one of my childhood friends.

"Uggggg," I groaned, putting my phone down on the table beside me.

"That went well," Spencer said sarcastically.

I raised my head, meeting his eyes, "Wow, mastering the art of sarcasm are we."

He laughed, "I learned from the best."

"She wants you to come visit. They are having their annual masquerade party Tuesday night."

"I probably won't be able to make it because of work," he said.

"That's okay. It won't be the first one I've went to alone. I usually avoid them like the plague but, oh well. Gotta make the best out of it, right?"

Things could get very interesting at Kara's parents' home. Will they approve of Spencer?