Sorry for not updating soon enough. World cup 2014 has currently got all my attention. But here we go with the last update. :(

FINALE PART II

"One word, Frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love." ― Sophocles

REID POV...

"It's a girl" the nurse told me over the phone. I had waited a long time for such news to arrive. With happiness, I raced for my car and drove to the hospital. The Princess was kept in her mental institution and only last night was transformed to the City hospital. The doctors strictly told me to stay away from her so to not elicit any trouble in her insane mind.

The time she had spent was a hell on her and others as well. Her mental state was troubling as she attempted suicide multiple of times. There were some days where I felt guilty for prolonging her misery for just a selfish desire of my own. But, ultimately it was her choice that she was a mother now.

I accelerated through the streets, texting Emily of the news. She replied that Morgan and her are coming as well. So much time had passed but I still failed to present myself to Princess. I never visited her nor called her. Emily and JJ sometimes went to visit her and only reported chaos. She still longed for me. The nurses told us how she screams my name all night long at times and never calms until forced. Back of my mind, I felt it was payback for the night I screamed Emily's name in front of her.

Atlas, I still never wished for her misery. I felt bad to hear about her. She was mislead all her life. What used to astonish me the most was how she acted with Emily. She was always glad to have her visit and shared so many of her tales with her. She once even told her that she wants Emily to adopt her child. But, this wasn't what we had planned. I could never imagine snatching the child away from her and giving it to Emily. Princess was to keep her baby and live as she wished. Of course, I had promised to cover all their expenses and visit the child often. For some reason, Princess resisted this idea.

I parked my car and quickly rushed to Post Partum Unit. My feet felt heavy as I walked in the assigned room. All the memories flashing before me, of the wedding, of the night, of betrayal. Those moments still hurt. Time had failed and nothing got better. I was suffering from depression myself with endless nightmares haunting my nights. At times, I too lost hope for recovery. But, the next coming sound changed my life around. It was unlike anything. A cry. A newborn's cry.

I entered the room chasing the sound of a baby crying in the arms of a nurse. I stopped at the door, taking in the scene before me. The small little human crying as it was the only thing pre-programmed for her. The nurse saw me and walked over with the baby. I felt scared. It wasn't a monster but still I was afraid.

"Here, meet your daddy" she moved her arm to hand the baby over to me. I was stunned when I finally saw her small but cute face, her eyes still closed as she kept on crying. There were tears in my eyes and my hands trembled when I raised them forward to hold my child, finally.

There were countless moments of denial, of guilt, of betrayal, of hopelessness, of pain but with her in my arms it all vanished. Like they never existed before. And suddenly she stopped crying and opened her hazel eyes. I didn't know I was smiling at her. The newborn intently stared me, her skin pale as mine, her cheeks red as her moms.

There were slight movements from her as she laid in my arms, her tiny fists hanging in the air, her shallow quick breathes. It was a new life, the innocence too over whelming that I forgot where I was and the next thing I noticed I was babbling. She looked so fragile and so delicate that I felt scared my hard skin would bruise her.

"What are you going to name her?" The nurse asked me. I still hadn't thought about it. Quick names started to pop in my head, with beautiful meanings.

"Penelope Garcia" Princess spoke without a delay. I looked up, meeting her eyes after so many months. She looked different, tired and bed ridden. She was smiling at us.

"That's a nice name" Nurse complimented.

"You can come inside" Nurse instructed as I came and sat on the chair across the bed with the baby still in my arms. I sat tensely, scared that I might not hold the baby properly in this position. My eyes just froze on her tiny being. There was nothing more worth watching than her as my whole world centered with her. There was a new rush of passion and care inside me, something softening my heart. It never felt real before until now when I was actually holding and caressing her.

The princess never spoke again not even when Emily and Morgan arrived. She just stared and smiled with us. Both were amazed to see the baby looking so pretty already. We took pictures and even skyped with JJ who was gone to Disney Land. I never told my mother about the child yet, she wouldn't understand where it came from in the first place. For her, princess was no more than a survivor she never met.

Princess was to stay in the hospital for two nights. We returned home and I never slept the whole night. The images of the baby kept returning in place of nightmares. It was pleasant yet confusing. I was a dad. I was a new person now. Morgan and Emily didn't join me for the night. They were out shopping for our wedding that was slowly creeping up on us.

After the whole night waiting for morning to arrive, I rushed again to the hospital to see the baby again. The nurse ran to me when I entered the department. She was breathing fanatically. She grabbed my shoulder when I approached her.

"The mother ran away. I just came for the mo-morning round up and found the bed empty" She exclaimed and I backed a little.

"The baby is still there but the mother is nowhere. I asked for the security footage but then I found this paper on the bed" She handed me a piece of letter with my name written on it. I quickly unfolded it not understanding anything more.

"Dear Spencer,

Time passed so quickly that I didn't even realize when I gave birth. Yesterday the smile on your face was worth all the pains. I am glad to know that this baby will have a father like you. I know you would never believe me but I really loved you and life without you means nothing for me anymore. I caused you so much pain that I can't stand myself. I waited all this time only to return what belonged to you, a life that I took, Penelope Garcia. I like to believe that she is back with a new body.

I can't tell you enough how sorry I am for everything I have done. I may be insane now but I still know that everything I done was a mistake. I was in the greed of power and was blind to other's pain. You showed me what good is and what forgiveness is. I think you are a God that stepped on earth to teach me a lesson.

Spencer, my love, it's time for me to leave. Please don't come looking for me anywhere cause I won't be anywhere. I am going very far where people never return from. I accept my fate. But, I like to thank you for all those smiles that you give me, all those times you saved me, all those times you slept beside me and eat dinner with me. I deserved nothing but you still gave it to me.

If I could change one thing in my life, I would make sure that Garcia lived. For her murder, I can never forgive myself. I hope your baby girl will be back.

Lastly, tell Emily to take great care of you both cause like Morgan said they don't make people like you often. I am glad I had the honor to have you in my life, even for some moments and deliver your baby.

Goodbye My Dearest"

The letter looked back at me, each word possessing the power to swirl my world around. The nurse was examining my expressions so I hid them from her. Princess was gone leaving behind her baby. I ran back to the room to see the newborn yearning for her mother.

It didn't take much time before she was sleeping in Emily's arms. I was anger at Princess's sudden decision. The baby needed immediate care and mother's warmth. The dilemma inside me had me upset at Morgan who was only trying to help.

I never wanted the baby deprived of a mother figure but seeing how Emily held her in her arms, rubbed her forehead and rocked her to sleep made me change my mind. Maybe, this was ought to happen. Princess's mental state would've allowed proper brought up regardless.

So the baby entered out lives like a medicine, healing us all. Morgan now got someone to call baby girl again. He was one of the happiest Uncle around. He stayed at my apartment all day long, taking care of the baby, helping. At late night, we sometimes had to push him out of the place. He became attached to the baby too soon.

Emily decided to move in with me right away. Our priority was raising the daughter that symbolized our hardship, our struggles and our victory. We were going to get married soon but I could never forget Princess. Although I never talked about her, she remained in my thoughts and sometimes in my nightmares. I still wondered where she could be, dead or alive. I felt bad for her, of how things ended for her. I never missed her but I still felt sad to have her gone like this.

World War peaked when our baby turned two months. So, a collective decision was made to move to Calgary Canada for some time. All of us booked a small house for that purpose. JJ and Hotch brought in their families.

Sometimes it was nice to see so many happy faces. Now, I could join in with the kids conversation with Hotch and Will. I felt older but much more complete now.

Emily POV...

This house was like heaven. Calgary was beautiful and everyone's presence just made it more pleasant. The War surely brought all of us closer. Beth, JJ and I sometimes just sat and talked about our men. Most of the times they babbled on how great their significant others were but I always smirked in response. No one could even come close to Spencer.

With the baby girl amongst us, Spencer was usually running frantic. He was an over protective father, constantly on the watch for care. He made schedule of feeding, changing the diaper, sleeping and shower. He ran with the time. For all of us, the Genius transformed into a over working parent figure. Of course, I helped but he was so keen on doing everything himself.

It was one day when I walked upstairs to our room when I spotted him talking with the baby. He was telling her of her physical development stories in a high baby voice. I hid behind the door and enjoyed how silly he acted. It was too cute for words to describe.

The baby girl, Penelope, was a personality of her own. Like her father, she was a shy baby with hazel eyes. She rarely cried and slept on time. I always loved playing around with her as Morgan interrupted. We three always fought to be with her at all times. So, we made our schedule. I had her from 12 till 5pm. During that time Spencer napped or played chess with Hotch.

Hotch, who was on wheelchair for one year now had a prosthetic leg attached. It took him almost a month to readjust and start walking again. He never once complained. Morgan and Beth usually took him out for walks to let him practice.

All was good, sometimes too good to believe it was real. My life reached its peak with Spencer beside me. Although he was mostly with the baby, he always spent time with me too. Sometimes with exhaustion he would just fall on our bed and I would massage his aching muscles.

Our wedding was put off until we returned back to US to have all relatives attend it. Wedding was only a official claim, he already was mine. All my days were filled with his activities, all my nights were beside him. I was finally satisfied. It was hard to digest how my love for him just kept on growing, never fading for once. He was what brought me peace and happiness.

We healed. We all did but never forgot what we endured. Rossi and Garcia always remained with us. We were scarred but we choose to see it as happiness. The baby became our central healing zone which brought so much with her that all pains flew away.

Morgan who seemed just too lost was now back on track. Hotch with a broken leg finally walked again. JJ soon celebrated news of another baby.

Now lying in the same bed, staring at the same ceiling there are countless smiles instead of tears. I no longer question the Creator, no longer feel over powered by men. I can sleep since every side is comfortable now. I shift my body to right. I gently run my fingers through his hairs, softly. He signs in his sleep. I move closer and wrap my arms around him. Was I the luckiest women ever to have a such a loving and brave husband by my side? Tears come running out of my eyes realizing the answer. Nothing lasts forever and one day he will die too. It aches just to think such thoughts. I love him too much, too much to fight even death.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

And, here you go with the story. I usually don't write very happy endings but this time I did. Do you guys like the ending, is it justified? Was there something I didn't address? Also do leave your final comments for the overall story itself and ideas for future stories. Lastly, I am more than thankful to you ALL for all the support and reviews. I really am very lucky to have readers like you. Thank you billions! May God bless you all and provide you all with happy endings. Goodbye till we meet again on a different story.