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"I can't believe they did all this for us." Emily said, breaking the silence between them that had been so calming.

"I think it was Garcia's idea, but Hotch was all for it too."

"We'll have to do something to thank them after the baby comes."

"Don't worry about that now." His hand was stroking the side of her face, sending little chills down her back.

"So what should we do now?" She shifted in his arms so that she could see his face.

"How about a nap? I'm beat and I want to try out that big California King in the bedroom. Garcia said that your mother told JJ it was one of those neat gel beds." Reid said very excitedly.

"Spencer…"

"I promise I won't try anything. It's big enough that we can both sleep there and not even touch each other."

She pulled out of his arms and struggled to her feet. She hurried away from him as fast as she could move to the French doors. It didn't help. There was nowhere left to run.

"Emily? Did I say something wrong?" He laid a hand on her arm.

"No!"

"Yes I did. I'm sorry I -"

"It's not you. I'm the one that messed everything up."

"I don't understand." His hands touched her shoulders and more little tingles went down her spine.

"A couple of months ago…you wanted us to… Um, well I wasn't very understanding. Since then, you've kissed me, but you never do more than that. I know I haven't been very encouraging. I guess I just didn't know what to say or… God, listen to me, the so-called profiler that used to be so sure of herself. Now I just feel like my hormones have leached away what's left of my brain."

"I love you Emily." His warm breath on her neck intensified the chills down her neck. "I'm sorry if I pressured you." He continued. "I'm going to love you all my life, whether or not we make love tonight."

"Spencer…"

"I don't want to make you feel like you have to have sex with me. I can wait till after the baby's born."

She turned around and gave him a big smile. "You're willing to wait three more months or maybe even more."

He gulped and she laughed. "Sex isn't the most important aspect in a relationship." He went on in a squeak. "A relationship built on trust and mutual respect is the way to make it last for a lifetime. Having something in common with your spouse or lover is more important than being sexually compatible. How can you grow old together if you don't have any common interest outside the bedroom?"

"That's all well and good Dr. Reid, but wouldn't you rather I did this instead?"

Her hands reached up and twined around his neck. Her fingers in his hair made him shiver as if he'd been outside in the snow for too long on a winter's day. "Emily…" "Spencer?"

"What?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

He kissed her. Her mouth opened for him as soon as his lips touched hers. A jolt of electricity warmed his body as if he'd come in out of that cold and snowy day to a warm fire. The fire expanded in his belly as her tongue licked over his. For the second time in months, his brain shut down with her. This time he didn't want it to stop.

His hand pushed up the dark purple maternity blouse she wore and skimmed over her belly. Her skin was warm and soft to the touch of his fingertips. The fire burned hotter in his belly and expanded to his groin. He barely heard the moans coming from his mouth. His fingers reached around to unclasp the black lace bra she wore.

Emily groaned and broke off the kiss, gasping for air as the baby kicked her hard. "Spencer…"

"What?"

His fingers found one breast and caressed it, hardening the nipple and making her gasp. "Spencer…"

"Hm…"

"Bedroom!"

He pulled away from her warmth but the sensation of fire that still grew in his belly and groin. "Are you sure?"

"Stop now and I'll kill you. No one will ever find the body." She said breathlessly.

"How do we?"

"You're the physics magician. I'm sure you'll think of something."

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The fiery need that had been straining to break free for months astounded him. He had practically ripped her clothes from her body. Now he stared at the woman that seemed made for him every time he saw her and his heart wanted to burst from his ribcage like a frightened bird.

"My God… You're so beautiful!"

Scarlet color rushed into her face. "I feel like a pregnant whale. My ankles are swollen and I have stretch marks on my stretch marks."

He pulled her into his arms so he could whisper in her ear. "You take my breath away." His hands slid down her back, forcing goose bumps to jump out all over her body.

"You make my legs go to jelly every time you look at me." His mouth trailed from the lobe of her ear to base of her neck.

"Spencer…" Her breath stumbled over him name.

"I've wanted you for so long." Long fingers found their way to a warm breast and caressed it with a feather like stroke that made her groan wordlessly.

"I don't want to hurt you or the baby." He said through instincts that were taking over his rational mind.

"You have too many clothes on." She pointed out. "Let's see what we can do about that. "

She had already removed his sweater vest and his slacks. Her fingers whispered over the cotton of his shirt and began opening the buttons.

"It's okay to stop." He continued as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders.

"What did I tell you in the kitchen?"

"That you'd kill me if I stopped and no one would ever find my body," he repeated squeaking as she dipped her hands into his boxes and slipped them off.

"Very good Dr. Reid, just because I feel like a whale, doesn't mean I don't want you."

"Um… Okay," He stuttered.

The sheets on the bed were light yellow and cool to the touch as she tried to slip into them with some grace. She watched as Spencer went around to the other side of the bed.

One hand trembled as he moved close enough to reach out and touch her face. His fingers moved with so much gentleness that tears began sliding down her face.

"Emily?"

"I don't deserve the happiness you give me every day." Her breath hitched in and out of her throat as she spoke.

"Don't say that," He pleaded. "You're so kind and giving. You deserve to be happy."

When he took her face in his hands and kissed her, more tears fell silently as fear, self-doubt began to melt away, and happiness took their place.

She tried so hard to keep control of the tears, but every touch, every kiss and every gentle rocking motion kept them flowing until their bodies finally joined.

He was very quiet, while she was the vocal one, giving voice to release when it bloomed over her in a moment that was almost volcanic in its intensity. Then, as she came down the other side, he cried out her name once, like a prayer.

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She looked at the clock on the bedside table. Spencer was lying on his side facing her, fast asleep. His wavy, beautiful hair was mussed and hanging in his face. The sunlight in the late afternoon sky made the room glow like something unearthly.

She was lying on her right side facing Spencer. The lingering sensation of his hands on her body and the way he had kissed every inch of her skin was still coursing through her like a strong adrenaline high.

"Hey Spence…"

"Hm…"

"Wake up and look at me!"

One eye opened and looked up at her. "Are you okay?" His serious tone was so cute and it set a different kind of warmth off in her belly.

"Yeah… I'm fine. Don't worry about me. It was the most wonderful thing I've ever imagined. You're a genius in more ways than one."

He went bright red in the low light of the late afternoon. "Really!" He squeaked.

"Oh yeah Spence…" She said in that breathy tone she'd used when she'd climaxed. "I love you!"

"I love you too…"

A pain lanced across her belly and through to her back. She groaned and jerked in his arms.

"Emily!"

"It's okay. It's just a pain."

"A pain. As in labor. You're three days overdue and -"

"It was a pain. I've been having false labor on and off for weeks now. I'm sure that's more of the same."

"Still… It's five twenty three right now. I'm going to time the contractions."

"Spencer!"

"I just want to be sure. Sex can bring on labor."

"That's a nice thought!"

"I never want to hurt you."

"I know that," She struggled to move closer to him.

They spent half an hour talking quietly to each other while the shadows shortened in the room

A sudden thought made her sit up. She nearly cracked heads with him. "Sorry…" She laughed as he ducked out of her way. "I just thought of something. Tomorrow is your birthday! I can't believe no one remembered. How insensitive is that?"

"It's okay… I don't care."

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

She smacked his shoulder. "You know what I mean. You act as if you belong in the background, forgotten and left behind. Why do you do that?"

"Emily… It's just a birthday. It's not that important!"

"You're so frustrating. Birthdays are a big deal. I'm just sorry you have to share it with the baby."

"I don't mind. I think it's going to be neat." He said eagerly and his eyes smiled down at her.

"You might not mind it, but I think the baby will."

"Why?" He looked completely perplexed.

"Because when that baby is sixteen you're going to be about forty-four. Who wants to share their sixteenth birthday with a middle aged parent?"

"Oh… I didn't think about that."

"Don't worry… I'm going to make sure you both feel special on your birthday."

He waggled his eyebrows at her.

"Get your brain out of your pants." She warned.

"I don't have pants on right now."

"That's very cute Dr. Reid."

"It's also very accurate."

"Why do I try?"

"I don't know," He pulled her down and kissed her hard on the mouth.

"Hm… You know how to make my head fuzzy."

"I do?"

"Yeah… I think -"

Another pain radiated out from her back and she hissed loudly through her teeth. "Wow… that wasn't fun." She tried to smile at him.

"I think we should go to the hospital."

"No! I looked at the clock, it's been thirty-five minutes since the last pain. We've got a long way to go and I'm not going until I have to!"

"Emily, please!" His large eyes pleaded with her. He looked like someone had kicked his puppy, in front of him.

"Your eyes won't get you what you want this time."

"Emily… You were so freaked out yesterday. Why are you so calm now?"

"I'm still scared, but I can't let it get to me. I have to be calm about this our we'll both go crazy.

"But Emily…."

"I'll make a deal with you."

"What?"

His voice was muffled by the sheets he'd pulled up over his head.

"Get out from under there." She yanked the sheets back down to his waist. "I promise when we get to fifteen minutes apart, we'll go. It could take hours, baby. I just want to stay here with you for a while. Ok?"

"Alright…"

"Thank you!" She kissed him on the edge of his jaw.

"I'm not going to forget."

She kissed his neck.

"Emily, it won't work."

She kissed his chest.

"I refuse to be distracted."

She kissed his belly right above the navel.

"You're in labor!" He squeaked.

"But you're not!"

She ducked under the sheets and for him, time stood still.