Disclaimer: See chapter 1
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Allie roused slowly to the very early morning sun just peeking under the blinds. This time, however, she was not alone in their bed. This morning she was nestled snugly in Spencer's arms. She smiled to herself. It had been a while since she'd woken up naked in her husband's arms, too long. Her head rested on his bare chest feeling the rise and fall of each breath. One of his arms encircled her back while the other lay over her hip where she could feel his fingers resting on her buttock. Her smile broadened at the memory of what those magic fingers felt like on her body. She had no desire to move. They hadn't heard from Joanna since the 3am feeding when the baby had settled back to sleep almost immediately and she and Spencer had enjoyed another round of lovemaking, this time slow and tender, each giving to the other more than taking. She should be exhausted but she'd never felt more totally alive and invigorated.
She should get up. There was a lot to do today. They had to get ready for the service. She couldn't wait to see Joanna in her white christening gown, looking like the little angel that she was. She had to make sure everything was in readiness for the luncheon. She kissed her husband's chest and he moaned softly, his arms tightening around her as he bent to kiss the top of her head while his hand slid over her backside and down her leg. Her hands began to move as well. Perhaps they didn't need to get up just yet.
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Allie and Spencer rose to the smell of coffee brewing. "Mom," Allie said as she entered the kitchen, "you didn't have to do this."
Lloyd was whisking eggs in a bowl. "We thought you two would need some sustenance," he said only to be elbowed in the ribs by his wife.
Allie's parents jumped when loud squeals came from the nursery. "Oh, there goes Joanna. She just loves her daddy. She squeals every morning when he gets her up," Allie told them as Spencer walked into the kitchen carrying his daughter.
"Do I smell coffee?" he said as he deposited Joanna in her mother's arms for feeding. "You guys didn't have to make breakfast," he said as he watched Lloyd pour the eggs into a skillet.
"Here," Lloyd handed Spencer some tongs, "make yourself useful. Turn the bacon and sausages," he said abruptly.
"Okay," Reid eyed his father-in-law curiously as he set about flipping the bacon while Lloyd was stirring the eggs vigorously in the pan.
"I was hoping we could get a game of chess in later today after all the excitement dies down," the older man said.
"Sure," his son-in-law replied, "I'm up for it if you are."
"You're up for a lot of things, I hear." He handed the confused looking Spencer a knife, "Start buttering the toast."
Allie and Joan sat in the living room listening to the conversation between the two men while Joanna nursed hungrily. "Mom, what's up with Dad?" Allie whispered.
"Honey," Joan whispered as well, "you might want to rethink your nighttime activities when you have someone staying in the guestroom. It's just a suggestion." She paused for a moment, "A father likes to know that his son-in -law is making his daughter happy; he just doesn't like to listen to how that's being achieved."
Allie's eyes grew huge, "You're not saying you and Dad…" Joan nodded her head. "All of it?" her daughter asked.
"If three times was all, yeah," Joan giggled quietly. "Let's put it this way, your father has a new respect for Spencer. He's probably going to let him stew until they're playing chess, then bring it up to throw Spencer off his game." She looked at her daughter's face. "Oh, don't look so mortified honey, it's not like it's never happened to your father and I. We had this weekend in Atlantic City…"
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Penelope Garcia stared at herself in the mirror. She'd been through her closet three times. It was no secret that she loved bright things but as she'd looked through her wardrobe, she wondered if she'd taken it to the extreme. She had her black suit; she'd smiled when she looked at it remembering she was wearing it the day she'd first met Morgan and he'd called her "Baby girl." Black wasn't the color for today. This was a happy occasion. She'd finally settled on a sleeveless vee neck dress featuring a white bodice that flowed into large blue flowers and green leaves on the skirt. She put a blue jacket over it and assessed the look. Was it too vivid and bold? This was church after all. She would have loved to wear her gold lame suit but, of course, a bullet hole and blood stains had spelled the end of that outfit. The dress and jacket did kind of go with the blue steak in he hair, she thought. She pirouetted in front of the mirror and hoped she looked godmotherly.
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Joan and Allie had gotten Joanna ready and she was now lying in her stroller in the living room where her father and grandfather were waiting for the women to be ready. Spencer jiggled the stroller with his foot and tried to make sense of what had gotten into Dad today. He seemed angry for some reason. Spencer tugged on the sleeve of the charcoal pinstripe suit he'd partnered with a pastel pink shirt and a wine and grey striped tie, adorned with the tie pin he'd gotten for father's day as he tried to figure it out. Lloyd who sported a dark brown suit with a beige shirt and a tie in differing shades of brown looked down at his granddaughter who was looking up at her father and cooing softly. Spencer thought she looked so adorable in her long white dress with little white flowers where the bodice met the skirt. She wore a little headband with three of the same flowers as on the dress.
"Wow Mom, you look terrific," Spencer said as Joan entered the room. Lloyd had to agree as he admired his wife clad in a taupe shift with taupe and copper appliqué flowers around the neckline. It was topped with a hip length jacket edged with the same appliquéd flowers. A matching fedora was perched at a jaunty angle on Joan's red hair.
"Why thank you gentlemen, you look pretty spiffy yourselves."
Allie hurried into the room, "Sorry I took so long, we better get moving. We don't want to be late," she said as she reached into the stroller and scooped up her daughter, securing her in her carrier before Spencer lifted her and the ever present diaper bag for the trip to the SUV. Lloyd and Joan went to their own rental car and took off saying they'd meet them at the church.
Sharon Webb sat across the street about three houses down from the Reid home and observed the activity. The older couple was leaving, quite well dressed they were, she thought. Moments later Spencer Reid emerged from the house. He, too, was well dressed today and so handsome. He carried a baby in a carrier. Sharon noted the white christening gown the infant wore. So, they're off to have their baby christened, she said to herself. Sharon scowled, "Well look at little wifey all dressed up." The pretty brunette wore a pastel pink suit featuring a waist length jacket with a vee neck in combination with a slightly flared knee length skirt. On her head she wore a bowler shaped hat of the same pink with a softly rolled brim. An ostrich feather cascaded from the brim to the nape of her neck.
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The rest of the team had already arrived when the Reids pulled up outside St. Mary's Cathedral. JJ, Garcia and Emily made a beeline for Reid and the baby, remarking on how darling she looked in her christening gown. Other parishioners stopped on the way in as well to have a peek at the baby. "Garcia, you look fabulous," Allie said while Reid was all smiles, proudly showing off his daughter.
"Do you think it's alright?" Garcia asked. "I thought maybe it was too bright for the occasion."
"Garcia, Spencer and I love you for your color, your vibrant energy and your flamboyant style. We want Joanna to know that. Hotch will provide the black and white, we're counting on you to provide the color."
Spencer kept scanning the crowd of people entering the church and finally he found who he was looking for. Evan and Janice were hurrying down the street. "We couldn't find a place to park," Janice said, "so we had to park about a block away. I was hoping we weren't going to be late." Janice wore a pale yellow skirt with a jersey top of matching color. Evan had been talked into grey dress pants, a blue shirt and a black blazer. He told Spencer he was not wearing a tie. The bow tie at the wedding was enough.
The group entered the church and made their way to the front as Reverend Simons had reserved the first pew for them. Joanna's eyes looked around, not totally sure about this place and she looked for a moment like she might cry. Spencer spoke softly to her and her eyes latched on to her daddy and she squealed with delight. The whole congregation, with the exception of a woman with long blond hair sitting in the last pew, seemed to find this amusing.
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Spencer Reid ran his finger gently over the dark hair atop his beautiful little daughter's head. She slept now, back in her familiar surroundings with her happy animals around her. The christening ceremony had not been long and Joanna had behaved wonderfully throughout the entire service. Afterward they had been besieged by the members of the congregation wishing them well and welcoming their daughter to the church.
Joan and Garcia had insisted on taking numerous pictures of Allie, Spencer and Joanna and then more pictures of Hotch, Garcia and Joanna. Joan had kept hoping to get Hotch to smile but eventually gave up.
After what seemed like endless photos, the group headed back to the Reid home for lunch. Joan had helped Allie set up the platters and while everyone was eating, Allie slipped out to feed Joanna. Spencer had settled her to sleep. He could hear the laughter coming from the living room. He'd go back to the rest of his family soon. He'd just stay with his precious daughter a few more minutes.
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The printer spit out the last of the photographs. They had stood on the steps of the church posing like royalty while those idiots snapped pictures. She looked at the picture. Spencer held the baby in his arms while Allie stood beside him. They were smiling broadly. Sharon set the picture on the desk and picked up the red marker, drawing a line down the middle of the picture, separating Spencer and Joanna from Allie. She wrote over top of Allie's picture in bold red letters, BITCH!