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Thank you, Hannah .grahamlecter, for your hard work and dedication. You've done a great job as Beta-reader on this and I am extremely grateful. Now that you're finished checking the rest of the chapters, I'm the one catching up!

I appreciate those who have given me so much praise, ideas, and constructive reviews. Scoofuls, Szzlebtch, ElleAtGW, knothead, DragonGecko18, LolaD, Bethany, Kelly, IGDAF, and several other guests. I'm sure I've forgotten someone (and am sorry for that).

To all, as always, please enjoy the story.

G-Girl

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Chapter 60 - Dancer, En Famille

On the train to New York, Susan and Spencer were discussing their plans for the weekend, when she fell asleep leaning against him. He read books on the tablet for the rest of the trip and woke her up as they neared Penn Station.

Spencer hailed a cab to take them to the hotel, two blocks from the gallery. Marsha booked them into a beautiful corner suite with a balcony. As soon as the door was closed, Spencer put the bags down in the bedroom, pulled his wife into his arms, and kissed her. The long green dress Susan wore was tied loosely in the back, with a wide band that fit comfortably, but not too snugly under her bust.

"I've been thinking of this the entire trip here." He untied it slowly, kissing her neck, and slid his hands down her back…

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After unpacking, they ordered dinner from room service and relaxed for a while before going to bed. Since they were staying three days, they put a plan together to check out some museums after the photoshoot.

The following morning, freshly showered and dressed, the pair had breakfast at the hotel. Susan—wearing another long, loose dress and slip-on shoes—had packed her robe, leotard, pointe shoes, a cropped sweater, underclothes, and tights in her tote bag. Spencer didn't plan to change. He figured the khakis and light blue shirt he put on to go to the gallery would be fine.

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They walked the two short blocks to the studio and were greeted by Andre inside the gallery. He took them up to the third-floor studio, describing the first photo he wanted to take.

He said he wanted Spencer to roll up his sleeves and stand with his back against the wall, his camera-side leg bent, foot flat on the wall, while Susan, wearing only her ballet shoes, up on the toes of her right leg, her left leg slightly up behind her while leaning toward him, with her belly and breasts against him. Andre had Spencer place his left hand on the side of Susan's belly. He didn't have to ask them to smile as Susan looked up, turning her face to the camera slightly while Spencer looked down at her; they both smiled at the same time.

Andre got the shot and Etienne slid Susan's robe over her shoulders and started setting up the next shot. He had Spencer sit down against the wall, with his back leg bent, his foot flat on the floor, and her sitting on her robe between his legs, leaning back against him. She had both legs bent, with her camera-side leg on top of her other knee, and her foot pointing away from her body with Spencer's arm across her; his arm and hand obscuring the view of her breasts.

For the third shot, Susan changed into her leotard and dark pink long-sleeved cropped cardigan over it. Andre asked Spencer to stand on a step behind Susan, with her up on her toes and both of his hands and her left cradling her baby bump. Her right arm she held up bent above their heads. Andre asked Susan to angle her head to the right, looking down slightly. He took the picture as Spencer kissed the side of her neck. Etienne said that made a better shot than the one planned and Andre agreed. After the photographs were taken, Susan took her ballet shoes off and went to the changing room, coming back wearing her dress with underclothes on beneath, and her slip-on shoes.

Etienne said he would send the invitations to friends and family members and invite people from the arts and entertainment world to attend. Susan and Spencer each gave him a list of people to invite, including the BAU team.

"Oh, and Parker Dunley. He's a friend of mine who owns an art gallery in Los Angeles." Etienne wrote the information, saying he would take care of everything. After setting a date for the gallery show, Andre kissed them both, one cheek, then the other, then Etienne did the same, bidding them adieu.

The pair visited a museum before lunch and a few tourist spots before heading to the restaurant across from the hotel to have dinner. Halfway through the meal, Susan leaned over and kissed him. She whispered, "Thank you, for doing this. When we get back to our room, I plan to show you just how much I adore you."

He chuckled, looking up as the server approached their table. "Uh, can we get the rest wrapped up to go?" He paid the bill, and they hurried across the street. The elevator ride seemed hellishly slow as Spencer stood beside Susan, his hand on the small of her back, stroking softly. She shuddered, leaning against him, and let out a soft moan.

Since there were other people in the elevator, she feigned a kick from the baby, rubbing the side of her belly. "Ooh, the baby is so active." An elderly woman next to her looked over and smiled.

Finally, the elevator stopped on their floor; they went to their room. After he closed the door and latched it, he set the bags on the table. Standing behind her, he held her against him, kissing her neck. She gasped, shuddering all over.

"Oh, wow, that felt good." A few more seconds went by; she was still shaking. "Besides my sex drive ramping up, it seems lately my orgasms have, too… like Spinal Tap… 11 on the amp. My entire body is buzzing."

Spencer kissed her neck up to her ear, pressing against her, still holding her hips. "Hmm, I like this, too... "

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Lying in bed later, with his hand resting on her belly, Susan had her back against his chest. Spencer mused aloud. "I'm still wondering what a spinal tap has to do with your orgasms. I've had a lumbar puncture done. It was… rather uncomfortable."

Susan was stroking his hand with her fingers. "When did you...? Oh, last year when you bonked your noggin?"

"It was much more than a bonk." He yawned. "The blast threw me to the ground. I didn't have time to protect my... noggin. So, what did you mean?"

"Oh. Yeah. Not the medical procedure. It's from This is Spinal Tap, Love. It's a mock documentary about a fictional rock group and… I'm guessing you haven't seen it. One joke was the dial on their amplifier went up to eleven, instead of ten. It's more than parody, it's genius. We can watch that together, too."

He kissed her, smiling sleepily, his eyes half-closed. "Mmm, eleven. Got it. Sounds good." Moments later, he was asleep.

The following morning, they went to The Fraunces Tavern museum downtown, then took the tour of the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island, waiting until they came back to have lunch since Susan wasn't sure if she'd get sick on the ferry ride.

They went uptown after lunch and visited the Guggenheim. Susan had seen the museum before, noting the building itself was the best feature, and Spencer wanted to see the spiraling rotunda from the inside. Once he saw it, he was fine with leaving and they took a taxi to The Museum of Modern Art, only blocks away from the hotel, where Susan took him to see the painting done of the Dancer print on display. Leaving the museum, they went to get dinner, then back to the hotel to rest and get ready to leave the next morning.

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At home, as they unpacked from their trip, Susan hung up a dress she didn't wear, while Spencer slid her empty suitcase under the bed.

"The first two prints attracted serious art collectors," she said, "some of the glitterati, celebrities—a few I met—and the local news. Reporters were there for them, which was fine with me."

His eyebrows arched; his lips twisted in a wry grin. "Glitterati?" Standing behind her, he slipped his arms around her, his hands gliding softly over her belly while kissing the back of her head.

"Mm-hmm, high society, celebrities, and a former president. Well, back then he was a Senator. His wife danced in High School and is a fan of Andre's work. There were people there from the New York entertainment circles, too. I received several invitations to attend Broadway shows, a couple of ballet performances, and dinners at posh restaurants. It was fun." She shrugged and followed Spencer down the stairs. "No big deal."

"I met the president and his wife on a tour of the White House, back in 2009. Since I had to check my gun, security told them ahead of time that I was an FBI agent with the BAU and they both commended me on the work we did; they were very gracious. And I've been to a gallery show too, though not an opening, talked with a friend from high school and… met an actress." He shrugged one shoulder as he tilted his head.

"Hmm? Who was that?" Susan inquired as Spencer sat down on the sofa, guiding her across his lap.

"From a television show. Her assistant was killing people to help boost her career. Gideon put me in charge of watching over her at her house. It was also… no big deal."

"Mm-hmm, was that the actress JJ told me about? Lila Archer?" Susan grinned, sliding a hand around to his back.

Spencer chuckled. "Yeah. She pulled me into the pool, kissed me... two or three times. I never saw her or talked to her again after that." He picked up her other hand, kissing her wrist and palm. "I moved on."

She shuddered against him. "You know I'm not the jealous type, Love, what happened in your life before me, is none of my business. Thank you, though, for telling me."

Smiling, he moved her braid off her shoulder and continued kissing that side of her neck. She shuddered and gasped softly. He enjoyed hearing her moan and the soft little noises she made when he kissed her. "Now, what do you want to do for dinner?"

Susan had her eyes closed. "Mmmm, Henry's?" Her hand gently stroked his back. "They're still open. I'll call them."

"And I'll run over and pick it up."

Susan opened her eyes and whimpered. "Hmph. I just got comfortable, now I have to pee." Spencer laughed, holding his hand out for her to hold while she got up. He called Henry with their order and by the time he ended the call, she was standing behind the sofa, lightly raking her fingers over his scalp.

"Mmm, that feels nice. Dinner has been ordered. I'll head out in a few minutes. How about a movie while we eat?"

She walked back around, standing in front of him with her hands on her hips. "Sure. You pick this time. Remember saying you didn't want me to judge you for your movie choices?"

He nodded and leaned forward, holding his hand out. "I remember."

"Have you ever considered I wouldn't want you to judge me, for my movie choices?"

"Hmm, true, but... I've enjoyed your movies." He sat back on the sofa, smiling, moving his knees apart, his hand still outstretched.

Susan tilted her head and waited a moment, one finger tapping on her hip. Finally, she took his hand and sat down across his lap.

His eyebrows arched, and he nodded. "I see what you did there, Doctor. Okay... I'll start asking for more of my movies." After several minutes and a few more sweet kisses, he left to pick up their dinner.

When he got back, he asked Betty to play Solaris. The 2002 version started playing. It wasn't the one he expected, but they both enjoyed it while eating and snuggling together on the sofa.

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That Friday, at her sixth-month OB check-up, Dr. Hansen's assistant showed them into a room. Susan changed into the exam gown and sat on the table as Spencer handed her the paper sheet, helping her spread it out over her lap.

After finishing the exam, the doctor wheeled over the ultrasound machine. "Would you like to see your baby?" Spencer's eyes went wide, and he stood next to Susan's side, holding her hand. Dr. Hansen moved the exam-gown up, exposing Susan's belly, squirted a dollop of gel on, and ran the transducer probe over her. She smiled at the 3-D image. "Well, she looks great. Everything seems as it should be."

Spencer smiled at the screen. "She's beautiful," he whispered, kissing Susan as she looked up at him.

The doctor put the device on the shelf connected to it and typed on the keyboard. "I sent the picture of your baby to email addresses I have on file for both of you. Questions?... Problems?... No?... Then I'll see you next month."

The doctor left the room. Susan used the paper sheet from her lap to wipe the gel off her abdomen, took off the exam gown, and as she got dressed, noticed Spencer was unusually quiet.

"Honey? Love? What's wrong?" She stood in front of him with her hands on his shoulders.

Spencer lifted his head, smiling. "Absolutely nothing. In fact, everything is… incredible." He leaned forward on the chair and rested his forehead on her belly with his hands on either side. "She's real. I-I don't mean she wasn't before… but the ultrasound… she's not a… concept." He looked up again. "She's real. This is our daughter."

Susan laughed softly. "Yes, love, she is very real… and growing bigger every day. We should start discussing names."

"Everyone at work keeps asking me about that and telling me how their name would be the perfect choice for our child… her." He spread his hands out over Susan's abdomen, still smiling.

"Well, I was thinking we could always name her after our mothers. If they ask again, tell them we're thinking of naming her… Electa."

"Electa? I'm not familiar…" He chuckled and shook his head. "Oh… I get it. Electa Reid. Very funny."

"I thought you'd appreciate that, being such an avid reader and all."

"For now, I was thinking we could call her Dot."

"Dot? As in what? Short for… Dorothy?" Her eyebrows rose, twisting in puzzlement.

"No… when we talk about her, and I know it may sound weird, but I think of ellipses, a literal abridgment of us. The baby, dot dot dot. Our baby, dot dot dot."

"I understand completely. That's a sweet nickname, whatever we decide to name her. Okay… Dot it is."

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A/N

I'm thinking of posting another chapter today. What say all of you readers out there?

I have to warn you it will have you on the edge of your seats, gritting your teeth and hoping it's not true...

Please let me know. Otherwise, I'm taking the weekend off for some much-needed R&R.