A/N: Guys I'm so sorry this took so long. Remember that things I said about life happening while you're busy making other plans...well lets just say life happened. A lot! So here is the next chapter and I'm putting the finishing touches on the Epilogue. It might end up being two chapters instead of one. You Give Me Something is a song by James Morrison. Read and Enjoy.
"Happiness is the meaning and purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence."
~ Aristotle
The warm smell of the ocean and the sound of waves slapping against the shore woke Reid up on a beautiful Tuesday morning. He took a deep breath enjoying the scent letting out a contented sigh. It took him a couple of minutes to muster the energy to climb out of the warm soft clutches of the bed and his beautiful wife. When he was out of bed he stretched feeling a familiar ache in his knee as he pulled on his shorts. Ella had warned him that something he'd done the night before would come back to haunt him. He looked down at the purple see through lace baby doll she'd worn for him the night before. She'd promised him something different every night of their honeymoon. She'd walked out of the bathroom and he'd lost all of his good sense.
He looked over at her sleeping form and smiled. When he'd moved she'd rolled on her stomach placing her hand under her face. The sheet had slipped lower only slung across her waist leaving her back and legs bare. Her hair was wild and tousled from sleep falling into her face. Her hand unconsciously moved to his side of the bed her rings sparkling in the light.
Memories of their wedding day floated into his mind. He wasn't sure when it really sunk in for him that he was married. It wasn't when she was walking down the aisle in that beautiful dress. Even her veil had lace on it as it covered her face. Emily and Isla ended up walking her down the aisle because her father pissed her off again two days before the wedding. She'd looked so beautiful that Morgan had to reach around and close his mouth. She walked down the aisle to Like a Star by Corrine Bailey Rae. He had gotten her a Tiffany's charm bracelet, for her something new; it had a heart with an S on it for their daughter along with a book with an S on it for him.
It wasn't during her vows that had brought tears to his eyes. Morgan told Reid that if he cried he would be clowned until his friend got bored. He couldn't help it then.
"You asked me once what I used as your ringtone. There's a song from The Sound of Music called Something Good. The words: 'Perhaps I had a wicked childhood; perhaps I had a miserable youth. But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past there must have been a moment of truth. For there you are standing there loving me, whether or not you should. So somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good. Nothing comes from nothing, nothing ever could. So somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good.' I'm not sure what good thing I did to deserve you and I may never know but to me your proof that God exists. You gave me my daughter and you gave me happiness and peace. I promise to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I'm yours."
He hadn't missed the sniffles coming from behind her. He'd wanted to kiss her then but he restrained himself as the Minister told her what to say as she put the ring on his finger. Both of their hands were shaking he realized as she'd tried to put his ring on.
It wasn't during his vows. He'd made her cry harder and he hadn't meant to. The best part was that they both had big smiles on their faces. He'd read a poem that always reminded him of her; She walks in Beauty by Lord Byron.
He had to admit the moment that it really sunk in for him was on the dance floor of a restaurant they went to in Antigua. She wasn't even dancing with him.
She was on the floor by herself moving her hips to the music with her hands up above her head. Her tiny pale blue dress looked white in the soft outdoor light. It stopped at about mid thigh and it was a tube top that left her neck, shoulders, and part of her back completely bare. She was also wearing these three inch stiletto boot things that bared her bright red toes. He watched her run her hands through her hair lifting it off her neck. She looked up and met his eyes rolling her hips suggestively. A smile made its way to his face as he watched her. He heard someone whistle next to him but didn't turn away. The song spoke of someone being naughty and someone else teaching them a lesson and she danced as if she were on a stage by herself. A man saddled up to him and plopped down in the chair next to him. He just kept watching Ella as she danced biding his time till they got back to their villa. Their honeymoon was a gift from Peyton that came with free babysitters. Skye was in Vegas which is where they would be after they're 10 day vacation. They had their own villa and a private pool. He didn't want to think about how much Peyton paid for their private oasis, but it was nice to see his wife in a bikini.
"I think she likes you." The man said to him in a thick Australian accent.
"I think so too." He replied smiling at her.
"She's smoking hot, man. You should go for it." Reid finally spared a glance at the man next to him. He had a dark tan and long dirty blonde hair. His eyes were a dusty shade of grey and he was well on his way to drooling over Ella. "If you don't I will." He said grinning. Reid swallowed the protective rush of possessiveness that swept through him. He wasn't going to let this man anywhere near her.
"She's married." He replied calmly. He turned his eyes back to his wife who by then was back in her own little world.
"She's not acting like it. How can you tell?" The man spoke as if he didn't believe him and Reid had to bite back a smirk.
"Well I was there when she got married." He replied before flashing his ring. "She's my wife." It was at that moment that Ella sauntered over with a seductive smile on her face. When she got to him he opened his legs so she could get close. She put her knee between his and leaned over him. Her hair fell around them like a curtain until she pushed it back.
"Hey husband." She purred softly.
"Hey yourself, Mrs. Reid." She smiled before capturing his lips in hers. She didn't pull away until he was breathless and blushing. She had a way of making him forget where they were with one kiss.She leaned down over him rubbing her body against his like a cat who wanted someone to pet it. The soft scent of her perfume and the fruity scent of her shampoo wrapped around him. He let his finger tips brush her thigh under her skirt before pulling her into his lap and kissing her again.
"Wow, you are one lucky bastard." The man's voice broke through the haze that seemed to surround them when they got too close. Ella just smiled at Reid with slightly swollen pouty pink lips and rosy flushed skin. Her chest heaved from lack of oxygen and her hair was blowing in the soft heated breeze.
"You have no idea." He replied without taking his eyes off his wife. She just smiled wider at him. Heat rushed up his neck and into his cheeks as he blushed. It was that moment that sealed it for him. This amazing woman, the mother of his child, who defends him and protects him; she was his wife.
"I have plans for you this evening, Mr. Reid." She purred softly her fingers slipping into his hair scratching his scalp. Heat roared to life in his belly and through his veins. "I think tonight is a purple night." She climbed off his lap removing his hand from her thigh and holding it. She gave it a tug and pulled him up wrapping her arms around his waist. He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers softly.
"I can't wait, Mrs. Reid. What do you say we get out of here?" Ella smiled and nodded. Her arm slipped around his waist as they walked away. They were almost to their villa when she started giggling. "What?"
"That guy pretty much thought you were a rock star. If my twin was here he would have fainted."
"So that's what that show was for?" She shook her head.
"No that was because I love my husband. Everyone else needs to see just how awesome you are."
Now watching her stretch out and turn her back to him he couldn't help but smile. He used to think people like him didn't deserve to be this happy. If he said something like that to her she would probably smack him. He remembered watching her dance with his father at the reception smiling happily. Her mother had asked him to dance much to both of their surprises. He remembered the blush that crept up his cheeks when they told him he had to go under her dress in front of everyone and pull off her garter. He blushed remembering the look on Ella's face after he had a little too much fun with his task. She told him that payback was a bitch and called him a horny bastard. Morgan and Ethan clapped him on each shoulder when Ella shoved him away blushing. Emily caught the bouquet and Morgan caught the garter so he had to put it on Emily. Of course he couldn't just do it, he had to put on a show and screw with her first. Hotch jokingly threatened to fire him before he danced with Emily. They're way of coming out with their relationship.
He couldn't put his finger on what was different but he could feel it. It was in the heat that coursed through his veins when he looked at his wife; it was different because of the primal edge of possessiveness that came with it. His eyes moved over her skin, the smooth lines of her back, the sheets bunched across her waist, the rounded swell of her rear, her long sculpted legs, and the splashes of color over her milky skin. She was his. He was a happily married man.
He was torn from his thoughts by the sound of someone knocking on the door of their bungalow. He'd ordered breakfast and a load of coffee. When he got back he decided it was time to wake his wife. She was back on her stomach with her hands on either side of her head. Her face was turned toward the window. Reid climbed on the bed slowly letting his eyes move over her. He'd been insatiable since they landed in Antigua. Now wasn't any different.
Moving her hair he pressed soft open mouthed kisses down her back starting from her neck. She moved but didn't wake up right away. She didn't make a sound until his hand slipped under the sheet.
"You're starting things you can't finish Doctor." She purred softly turning over to look at him. She stretched her arms and legs before sitting up on her knees. "It feels early, it better not be before ten-thirty." She stretched again and Reid did his best to focus on breakfast. He climbed off the bed and she noticed when he moved. "Hey, we've been married for less than a week and you're already forgetting to kiss me good morning." She pouted standing up on the bed.
"I'm so sorry." He said walking back to her. Without much warning she jumped in his arms nearly taking them both to the floor. She gave him a long slow kiss good morning before heading for the bathroom. When she came out she was wearing a white tank top over her ruffled red and white polka dot bikini. She gave him one more kiss before heading for the coffee. He watched her while she chose what to eat. When she had her Greek yogurt, her fruit, and a waffle she looked up at him and raised her eye brow. "What?"
"You're staring. Did I miss a spot on my face or something?" Reid snorted and shook his head. "Then what is it creepy?"
"You're my wife." She raised her eyebrow at him again but it was accompanied by a grin that said she knew what he meant.
"Yeah, I signed something that said that." He rolled his eyes and threw a blueberry at her. She got up and climbed into his lap straddling him. Before he could speak she bit his neck making him yelp. "That's for attacking me with produce." Then she kissed him. "And that was for being you." Reid smiled and wrapped his arms around his wife.
"You're beautiful." he said reverently. Ella smiled and gave him another kiss.
"And you're biased. But you're sexy so I'll take it."
"You're pretty hot yourself, Mrs. Reid." He noted the grin that spread across her face and prepared himself for what she was going to say.
"I think you signed something that said that."