"I swear to God, if you come near me with that you'll be coughing up granny netting for weeks." Aiden threatened as Allison shoved a bridesmaid's dress that had been covered in lace toward her.

"Oh, come on. You'd look so pretty." Allison teased, looking round as Anwyn emerged from a dressing stall.

The dress was a brilliant, white, satin gown which fell graciously around her waist and down to her ankles. The arms of the dress hung down with a taper past her wrists and the translucent shawl hung delicately from her shoulders.

"Oh wow." Aiden said, unable to find anything else to say as her jaw hung open.

"Anwyn, you look… so elegant." Allison beamed, struggling not to clap with joy.

"You're sure it's ok?" Anwyn looked down herself, judging the dress and how it hung on her frame.

"Oh my God, yes." Allison reassured her. "That has to be the one."

Anwyn smiled and for the first time since he's asked her to marry him and for a while longer before that, she felt genuinely happy. And just like that moment, as soon as she'd enjoyed it she felt instantly guilty. She looked up at her friends with a weak smile before the tears broke through.

"Oh no, sweetheart, what's wrong?" Allison asked, moving to her straight away.

"I just… I know we're doing this fast because we want it to happen in the spring but… is it bad that I'm glad I won't be showing by then. How terrible is that?"

"Anwyn, don't you think that maybe this is the universe telling you that he's the right person to do this with?" Aiden piped up. "Think about it. He's accepting of who you are. He's kind, caring and he loves you. If there was a couple that could give love to a child it's you and Spencer."

Anwyn said nothing, she just smiled and moved past Allison to throw her arms around Aiden. The truth was that she was so scared of her own relationship with family that she'd never even stopped to consider that it had nothing to do with what they might be like as a family.

...

Spencer stepped in front of the mirror, looking at the man who was staring back at him. He could have been James Bond with long, unkempt hair and yet he pressed and shifted within the suit. Wearing a shirt and tie almost every day, he thought that the step up to something a little more sophisticated would have been easy but for some reason it just didn't feel like it sat well.

"Well, don't you look suave?" Rossi asked, stepping up behind him and looking in the mirror, startling Spencer.

"Yeah, just think, if a well-tailored suit could do that for you Reid, just think what it does for me." Morgan joked, stepping up to his other side.

"What are you guys doing here? How did you even know where I was?" He asked, looking to one then the other.

"Well, we asked Penelope if she knew where you were. She didn't know but once we explained what we were planning, she tracked you down." Rossi explained.

"Tracked me down? How?"

"Oh, my baby girl is good." Morgan said, smiling.

"Wait… planning? What were you planning?" Spencer asked curiously.

"Well, since you guys are eloping to Vegas but with guests, you haven't left us much time to throw you a bachelor party." Rossi started.

"So consider this the start of that party." Morgan finished.

"Guys, you really didn't need to… Hey!" Suddenly, Morgan had grabbed his arm, wrenching it behind his back before grabbing the other and doing the same, applying handcuffs to the unsuspecting Spencer.

"Spencer Reid, you are under arrest for neglecting to leave time for a bachelor party." Derek started. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in the strip club."

"Guys, really?" He objected as they started dragging him away.

"You have the right to a lap dance. If you cannot afford a lap dance, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?"

"Guys!"

...

The door clicked closed with the gentlest of pushes, thudding quietly against the frame as Anwyn released the handle. Turning slowly, tray in hand, she crept across the room toward the bed where Spencer was practically unconscious. The day had drifted in quickly and the sun was already on its way to its peak when she tried to wake him gently with a fried breakfast. Groaning as he woke, a single eye opened to look at Anwyn then the plate of greasy food she was holding.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love you?" He asked, opening the other eye and accepting the tray.

"I think you may have mentioned it," she said, smiling broadly and taking the hot mug of herbal tea from the tray and climbing back into bed beside him. "What happened to you last night? I've never seen you so ill."

"Do yourself a favour, if David Rossi tells you there are forfeits in drinking games, believe him and do your best to avoid it." Spencer carefully picked up the knife and fork from the tray and started on his food in the most amusingly tender fashion she'd ever seen.

"That good, huh?" Anwyn took a long sip of her tea, watching him eat slowly.

"Well," Spencer started. "I have to be honest and tell you we started at a strip club."

"That explains this then." Anwyn pulled her phone out, showing him the image she'd been sent. The image was a selfie of David and Derek with Spencer handcuffed to a stripper pole in the background.

"Oh my… really, guys?" Spencer exclaimed, looking at the photo. Anwyn put the phone away as Spencer sighed heavily and turned back to his food. "Well, it kinda went downhill from there. Morgan and Rossi can really put it away and I was told the forfeit for being last to finish a drink was a scotch chaser." Spencer groaned again as Anwyn laughed.

"Don't worry, Spencer," she said. "I'm not worried, it was a bachelor party and your friends wanted to have some fun with you."

"They did that alright," he said, shifting in the bed to get more comfortable while he ate.

"Just be glad you got most of it out of your system last night when you got home." Spencer looked up.

"I didn't throw up, did I?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, a lot," she started. "You have no idea how nauseous I was cleaning that up."

"You had to clean up after me!?" Spencer all but pulled the sheets over his head to hide. "I'm so sorry."

"No, it's ok. You've looked after me these past weeks so it was nice for me to get to look after you for a while." The smile on her face was genuine and he'd never had someone do that for him before, even if she had been hiding something from him.

"So, you're feeling better?" He questioned.

"Mmmm," she had just taken a sip of her tea when she started to answer. "Aiden has been keeping me topped up on things to take away the nausea and since I'm not struggling with it I have a lot more energy."

"Good," He smiled weakly. "Have you figured out what it was that made you ill yet? It seems to have calmed down a lot."

"Well, I'm pretty sure I have. I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens." Anwyn suddenly felt like she was dodging bullets, almost sure that he'd trip her up soon. Why couldn't she just tell him? Was it because she was scared she'd lose him or that she was scared she would actually make it real if he knew?

"Anwyn, is there something you wanna tell me?" Spencer had turned very serious very quickly, causing sheer panic in her head.

"Umm… very much no." He had to know, the look in his eye as soon as she answered was complete and utter disappointment.

"I love you, with every single part of me and I want us to get married but if you are unsure, just tell me. I'll understand, because I've been terrified about this ever since I made the decision." She couldn't help but smile at him as he spoke. "I just need to know you're being honest with me."

"I… I am scared," she said. "About a lot of things. But I think I'm more scared of not having you in my life or the thought of you not being there in my future."

"Then why haven't you told me about being pregnant?" Spencer's question made Anwyn spit out her tea loudly. "I mean, I guess to most people, it isn't all that obvious but I pick up on these things for a living. The sickness. The dizziness. Being tired all the time. I could go on and on about what I've noticed."

"Spencer, I…" she tried to plead but he cut in again.

"Look, I get that you'll have had your reasons but I need to know what's going on because I care and I'm in this with you." The guilt inside Anwyn had reached utter peak, forcing tears to her eyes so quickly that she had no chance of holding them back.

"Spencer, I'm sorry. I just… I couldn't. I could barely admit it to myself." She shifted in the bed to look at him, pleading with her eyes.

"Were you going to tell me?" He asked.

"I was going to tell you, I just needed to know what I wanted." Placing the tea down on the nightstand, she moved across toward him.

"You were considering getting rid of it without even finding out what I wanted?" Spencer's voice raised a little, making Anwyn retract.

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I didn't have any right to hide this from you and I'd understand if you wanted to call all of this off. Just know that I felt I had good reason and I love you."

"What could you possibly deem a good reason to hide it?"

"I'm not a mother. I don't know the first thing about what a good family is and I have no intention of doing to a child what my family did to me."

"Anwyn, trust me when I say I know your past can dictate your actions in the future but you are kind and caring and the most thoughtful person I know," Spencer grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward him. At first she was scared but then his arm moved around her and he hid her from the world. Suddenly she felt safe, like his embrace would protect her from all of her fears and worries. "I love you, and unless you want to call this off, I still want to marry you, because my life wouldn't be the same if you were to no longer be in it."

Anwyn sobbed into the sheets that Spencer had pulled up against his body, finally feeling the relief of the weight of truth being lifted from her shoulders.

"Spencer, I'm so scared," she said. "I just don't think I can do this. Please don't let anyone else know till we know what to do. I'm terrified enough about the fact that we're getting married so fast."

"Shhh," he hushed her, trying to calm her. "It's ok. We'll figure this out." His hand moved to her front, placing it against her abdomen as if feeling for their unborn child deep within her. Anwyn looked up from his chest, placing her hand on top of his and feeling the warmth as if he was healing her wounds.