She stepped back from their hug and stared at him. "What?" she was incredulous. "What the he—," she stopped then started again, "Why would I be mad at you?" She stroked his cheek, and then took his hand and walked towards the living room, leading him alongside her. She gave him a slight push to make him sit down on the sofa, and he immediately pulled her down across his lap, enfolding her in his arms.

"We talked about this before we married. Remember?"

He nodded and let her continue.

"I knew going in that there would be a certain amount of risk in your job. Hell, I saw you get shot and nearly die, remember? Spence, of course I don't like that you're in danger sometimes. But it comes with the territory. You've trained for this. You're experienced dealing with it. And despite the inherent risks involved, I know you love your job, you love helping people, catching bad guys and you're damned good at what you do. I wouldn't want you to change a thing."

She heaved a deep breath, rearranged her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder.

"I wouldn't have known about this at all if there hadn't been the leak to the media, would I? You would have come home and explained away the cut and the stitches as minor collateral damage during the takedown or some such, wouldn't you?"

He licked his lips and nodded, "Something like that, yeah. I don't like to bother you with the gory details of our cases." A thought crossed his mind and he asked, "Are you sure you're not mad?"

She actually smiled and shook her head. "I'm not mad. You guys are a team and you look out for each other. Catch the bad guy, but safety of all personnel has always come first, right?"

"Always. Especially now since there's actually someone to come home to at the end of the day."

She kissed him again and got up off the couch, extending her hand to him. He took it and rose to follow her lead.

"I have something I want to show you," she told him as they headed up the stairs. She paused in front of the spare bedroom at the top of the staircase. He looked into the room over top of her head and saw nothing unusual. The only thing different was Michael's portable bed still set up against one wall. They continued on into their master bedroom and indicated that he should sit down on the end of the bed as she walked into their ensuite bathroom.

As much as he adored Melissa and cherished making love with her, he hoped she wasn't planning such an encounter right now. Despite his assurances to his doctor and later to Hotch, Reid really was still experiencing headache and residual pain from his injuries. He wasn't sure he'd be able to engage in intimacy and worse, didn't want to have to disappoint Melissa.

She was in and out of the bathroom before he finished the thought and didn't appear to have amorous intentions, to his relief. Instead, she was holding a small shopping bag, and as she sat down beside him on the bed, she handed it to him.

"What's this?"

He eyed her. She seemed somehow different, he thought. Nervous. Anticipatory. Happy. Yet anxious. He was good at reading people. But right now, Melissa was a complete mystery. His focus returned to her eyes and she smiled.

"Open it," she directed.

His attention turned to the bag, opening it; he removed a small soft package wrapped in tissue, and a rectangular box. He set the smaller package down for a moment as he registered what the box said. His eyes widened as he read 'home pregnancy test,' and he gasped as he opened the box and removed the plastic stick inside.

"Melissa," he breathed, barely able to speak as he saw the digital readout. "Does this mean what I think it means?" he asked in a shaky yet thrilled voice.

She nodded and his eyes filled with tears. Drawing her into his arms, test stick still in hand, he held her close and sobbed quietly for a few minutes, the emotion of the moment completely overwhelming him. She ran one hand up and down his back and then brought her other hand up to his face to wipe at the tears on his cheeks.

"Sorry," he began only to be interrupted by her fingers touching his lips to shush him.

"It's fine, I had the same reaction," she started, "happy tears, I'm assuming?"

He nodded and blinked as a few more tears slipped out. Melissa felt her own eyes well up and they kissed happily for a moment.

"I went to the doctor today, hope to have confirmation in the next day or so. But I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant."

He bit his lip and shook his head slightly, "I thought the day I married you was the happiest day of my life. But. Wow. I—" he was at a loss for words and Melissa almost found that funny. They hugged and held each other for a long moment then Melissa leaned back and took his hand, laying it on the smaller package, which still sat on the bed next to Spencer.

He picked it up and opened it, finding a small size onesie inscribed 'My Daddy is a Genius!' Spencer laughed, a deep hearty laugh and hugged Melissa close to him.

"I'm taking this in to work with me. This," he gave the onesie a little shake, "is how I'm gonna tell everyone we're having a baby, Melissa."

"I love that idea," she said, ruffling his hair. "But not yet, Spence. If you don't mind, I'd like to wait until after the first trimester."

"Of course, Sweetheart. Whenever you say. And," he considered for a moment and said, "I think we really ought to tell Anna before we tell anyone else."

Melissa agreed with that assertion, and watched as Spencer carefully wrapped up the onesie and put it back in the bag, and into the night table drawer.

"This is gonna be a long three months," he realised. "I can't wait to tell everyone that we've made a new life. Together."

-fin-

AN: thank you all for your continued support and reviews of my series. The next in the series, "And Then They Were Five" is coming up shortly.