A/N: Hello again, everyone!

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"Whoo!" Élise swiped the sweat from her forehead as she just finished twenty-to-thirty minutes of light and easy postpartum exercising. However, she felt a bit under the weather and thought it was better than being in bed all afternoon. Walking out of the kitchen, she gulped down some ice-cold bottled water with lemon, ginger, chia seeds, and mint and made her way to her bedroom bathroom.

Élise took a steady shower and left the bathroom, changed into a pink sweatshirt, gray joggers, and fuzzy slippers. Stretching her back, Élise headed to her part of the closet and observed her pre-pregnancy wardrobe. She looked at one long sleeve shirt, stood in front of the mirror, made a couple of looks, and tossed it onto the carpeted floor.

For the next thirty minutes, Élise was finally finished and observed the large pile of clothes she had now decided to donate. She began bagging it into a clear plastic bag she would keep. Walking out of the closet, she stretched again when Reid, Séraphine, and Isaac walked in.

"Hey, it's mommy," Reid took Isaac's hand and waved it. "Say hi to mommy."

"Mama!" Séraphine waddled her way to hug her mother.

Élise squatted to hug Séraphine before picking her up. "Did you and Ziggy have fun at the park?"

"Yah-yah, mama!" babbled Séraphine and cheered.

Élise stroked her fingers through Isaac's hair, "Did mommy's boy have a good time with his daddy and big sis at the park?"

"Ah-ah…" Isaac cooed; his eyes beamed when he did. "Ah…"

Élise squealed as she continued holding Séraphine. "Ooh, I love it when he does that. Remember when Séraphine had her first coo?"

"Mmm-hmm…" Reid reminisced. He walked to Reid's side and pressed his palm against her forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel good, babe," Élise set Séraphine gently on the ground and sat down on the edge of the king-sized bed. "I did some Qi Gong and yoga online."

Séraphine walked out of the closet, pulling out a blue sweater and smiling.

"Fifi," Élise chuckled.

Reid took the sweater from Séraphine, "Are you trying to play with mama's clothes?"

"I foud it in there," Séraphine pointed to Élise's closet and smirked.

Reid gave Élise Isaac before he walked inside the closet and saw what Séraphine meant. Reid found a big bag filled with Élise's clothes and lifted it as he walked out with it.

"Are you donating your clothes?" asked Reid as he tossed the sweater he took from Séraphine into the bag.

"Most of them," answered Élise as she played with Isaac's hair. "My body's still in recovery mode, so I figure there are people who are in more need of it than me."

"Awww," Reid planted a kiss on Élise's forehead. "That's sweet." Reid thought and stroked his chin, "Maybe I should donate some of my old clothes."

Élise listed another reason, "Plus, it's always good to treat yourself to some shopping."

"True, though I still prefer book shopping over any other shopping any day," said Reid as he offered to get a snack for everyone minus Isaac.

Élise went over Isaac's diaper bag one more time while she was in his nursery; Reid was with Séraphine in her nursery room. She organized the most important necessities: diapers, wipes, cream, ointment, and changing pads. Élise reordered Isaac's burp cloth, bib, plastic bags for dirty diapers.

"Perfect," Élise was finished. "Now we're good to go."

Élise walked over to the floor length mirror and chuckled as Isaac enjoyed staring at himself in the mirror. Scooping him up, "Hey-hey-hey, Zig-zag." Kissing his head, "You don't want to get too caught up in the mirror. You don't want to get so self-absorbed when you're older."

She continued kissing his head again when Reid and Séraphine strolled in, holding hands. "Hey, you two. Are you ready to go see Dr. Kelly?"

"Yes, we are," said Reid, still holding Séraphine's hand.

Séraphine bounced her knees, holding her hands together after letting go of Reid's, "I think I ned to pee."

Reid and Élise gave each other looks, knowing that Séraphine needed to use the bathroom.

This also meant that she needed to start potty training.

And soon.

Isaac was sitting on Élise's lap, clapping his hands while Séraphine was on Reid's lap, reading a color book when Dr. Pierce walked in.

"Hello, family!" Dr. Pierce greeted with chipperly.

"Hi ya, dac!" Séraphine waved to her and smiled.

Dr. Pierce wiggly waved back, "Hi, Séraphine." She turned her attention to Isaac, "Hey-hey-hey, Isaac. Wow! You are getting so big."

"Yes, he is," Élise giggled and tickled his chin and cheeks, making him gurgle.

Dr. Pierce got her clipboard ready and began writing, "So, we're going to the usual exam checkoffs. Check for measurements, then the physical, vaccinations, screening tests, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask, okay?"

"Absolutely." She pulled Dr. Pierce closer. "We think Séraphine's ready to start her potty training."

Dr. Pierce gasped. "Really?"

"Mmm-hmm," Élise shook her head excitedly.

"We can talk more about it during the examinations, okay?" Dr. Pierce whispered.

For the next thirty minutes-close to an hour, Dr. Pierce examined Séraphine and Isaac, taking their measurements and immunizing them.

"It's okay, Ziggy," Élise tried to soothe Isaac with gentle circles and bounces as he was still fussing over the shots Dr. Pierce gave him. "It's okay, little guy."

"It's understood for babies to be cranky from their shots." Dr. Pierce nodded her head and handed Sweetie Pops to them, "As long as you're cuddling and feeding him, he should be fine. But don't hesitate to ask me for anything, okay?"

Reid spoke up as he unwrapped the plastic covering the purple Sweetie Pop for Séraphine, "Serious vaccination side effects in babies are rare. Actually, their reactions are actually encouraging signs that the immune response is working."

Dr. Pierce agreed, "Yes. But like I said, if anything, don't hesitate to call me or get medical help immediately."

"Okay," Élise kissed his head. "And thank you again for scheduling Séraphine's eighteen-month checkup the same for today."

Dr. Pierce waved, "Absolutely."

"Great." Élise took Isaac's hand and flapped it as the family made their way out the door. "Say 'bye-bye, doc.'"

Séraphine babbled, "Bah, doc."

Élise was in bed with her lower body half covered by the duvets and on her laptop when Reid walked in. She soon noticed Reid walking in.

He sighed as he leaned back against the door; Élise wondered, "What happened to you, brains?"

"I finally got Séraphine down for a nap," Reid explained tiredly and sat down next to her on the bed. "I think she's starting to have temper tantrums."

Élise's eyes widened, and her mouth opened. "Oh." She clicked on the bookmark manager on her web browser. She clicked on a save bookmark about temper tantrums listed in the Childcare folder. Reading the info, "According to this article, tantrums may happen when a child's tired, hungry, uncomfortable, especially if they don't get what they want."

"Most definitely," Reid agreed.

Élise continued reading and recapped, "What we can do to avoid tantrums is distractions, give them a little bit of control for what they want. You know, like, make them choose what they want. We do not, in any way, shape, and/or form, reward them by giving in to their tantrum nor spank them."

"Oh, no to spank or any kind of corporal punishment," Reid shook his head at the thought of hitting his children.

Élise chuckled, "You know, if we were in the islands, you would have gotten a flogging."

"A flogging?"

Élise explained, "It's Caribbean slang for beat the crap out of you with a belt. Or a stick." She whispered the last sentence.

Reid shuddered.

Reid wiped his hands dried after needing to use the bathroom. Walking into the great room, "Séraphine!"

A humming Séraphine drawing on the walls.

"Séraphine!" exclaimed Reid.

"What happened?" Élise asked; she was in the foyer, and she had Isaac in her arms. Walking into the great room, she gasped; her jaw dropped, and her eyes broadened at the scribbled walls. "Séraphine!"

Marching to her side, Reid squatted down and tried to take the crayon away. "Hold it there, little girl."

Séraphine wailed, and she began a tug-of-war with the crayon with Reid.

"No! We told you, no drawing on the walls."

Finally, Reid got the upper hand, took the crayon from her, and wagged his finger. "Séraphine Celeste, we told you, no drawing on the walls."

Séraphine stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry.

"And for that, you're getting your first timeout, little girl."

Élise pulled out a small chair from the corner, and Reid placed her in it. "Now…hold it…" Séraphine tried getting up, but Reid got her to sit down again. "You're going to sit there for exactly two minutes and think about what you just did. Is that understood, young lady?"

Putting her head down, Séraphine scoffed a puff, folded her arms, and stomped her feet for a few seconds. They knew she was having a temper tantrum moment and decided to ignore it unless she started hitting herself.

Élise sighed as she continued bouncing a cooing Isaac and looked at the walls. "Well, on the flip side, at least it's easily washable. And it was less than yesterday."

"True." Reid left the great room to go to the bathroom for a moment and returned with a small bucket filled with soap and water, some sponges, and wipes. "I know infants and toddlers do this out of boredom and express their creative minds, but there are limits." He began cleaning.

"Mmm-hmm," Élise agreed. She took a seat on the couch and picked up her feet. "I feel so tired and lazy right now." She tickled Isaac's belly, making him gurgle.

Reid chuckled as he placed the sponge back in the bucket and wiped his hands. He crouched facing Séraphine, "Now…have you thought about what you did?"

Séraphine nodded her head.

Élise got up from the couch and faced Séraphine, "Are you going to do it again?"

Séraphine picked her head up and shook it. "Sawry," she apologized.

Reid and Élise gave her a hug and kiss on the head. Reid continued cleaning the walls while Élise had Séraphine help her with Isaac.

"Hello, Princess Séraphine," Reid dramatically exclaimed; he was pretend playing with Séraphine. He was costumed in a blue military uniform top, black pants, shoes, and a fake gold crowd. He respectfully bowed to her and held his hand out to her. "Would you like to dance, please?"

Séraphine was in a stunning princess costume and wore a rhinestone tiara in her hair. She giggled, "Yes, daddy."

Élise was in a gown with a necklace used for a tiara, capturing the moment.

Élise was typing on her phone, reading an article, when Reid's phone started vibrating on the bedside. He had just walked out of the bathroom and quickly answered it, smirking when he looked at the caller ID. Putting the phone on speaker, Reid spoke up, "John! How are you doing?"

Élise set her phone aside for the bedside and grinned. "How is it on the West Coast, John?"

"We're good," answered John before he yawned over the phone.

Reid and Élise joked, "Has sleep become a thing of the past with Samuel?"

"Sam's fine, though he can get fussy at night," John replied. "Honestly, I think this guy loves waking us up in the middle of the night and then falling back to sleep."

"How are you handling the jumpstart from one child to two children?" asked Reid.

"It's not easy," John sighed. "We have twice the work now, but it has been twice the blessing."

Élise asked, "Are you going for another one anytime soon?"

"Not right now, if that's what you mean. But..." John took a moment to think. "Maybe in a year or two. What about you two?"

Élise quickly answered, "Same with you, dude."

"How's the family?" Reid asked.

John chuckled, "Melissa's great. Same with Brina, despite her jealously moments."

"Same with Séraphine," Élise remarked about Séraphine's early jealously moments. "How's the rest of the family?"

"Anna and Nathan are awesome. Dad enjoys being a grandpa again. Mom..."John snickered. "Oh, mom."

"How's the famous Aunt Ethel?" said Élise with amusement; she already sensed something."

John laughed, "Mom's been hogging him and calling him a movie star whenever she visits. Which is every other day since we bought him home."

Reid had to laugh, "Aunt Ethel did the same here with Ziggy." Reid pulled off an Aunt Ethel impersonation. "Ah, look at this little movie star. I can't wait to start spoiling this little movie star."

Everyone, including John, laughed at Reid's impersonation until his phone started beeping again. "On hold, I'm getting another call," Reid answered the other caller, putting John on hold. "Hello?"

"Are you sassing me, Spencer Walter Reid?"

Élise looked away and started snickering; Reid stuttered, "H-how do y-you…"

"You just won't learn, will you, Spencer?" Ethel threaded. "Never…sass…me. Or I'll…come after… you."

Reid gulped. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good." Ethel's voice chippered. "Now I'm off to see my movie star grandson Sammy." She hung up.

Reid switched to John; Élise was still giggling. "Hello again, John."

John deduced, "Let me guess, you had to deal with my mother sassing you?"

"Mmm-hmm." Reid knew John knew so well. "By the way, she's on the way to see you."

"Thanks for the warning," John responded wittily. "I swear, my mother was a psychic in a past life."

Reid was with JJ and Blake. JJ was typing on her computer. Blake went through the lesson plans for her forensic linguistics class in the upcoming fall class, and Reid reviewed them.

"Do you like the curriculum I planned out?" Blake asked for Reid's opinion.

Reid answered honestly, "I like it. Your lesson plans for the fall semester spread to a wide range of topics for you to cover. From the importance of the written and spoken language, famous cases involving linguistic analysis most definitely include the origin and importance of the Miranda Warnings."

Morgan and Rossi just stepped out of their offices and made their way towards the desks.

"Are we interrupting something?"

"Ah, nope." Blake sighed as Reid gave her back the lesson plans. "Just two people conversating about linguistic college courses.

"Sounds like fun," Rossi looked through the blinds and saw Hotch and Garcia discussing the latest case. "How much do you want to bet that it'll be in D.C. and/or Virginia?" Rossi wondered dryly.

JJ replied with her hand on her cheek, "I think we had about three cases either in D.C. or in the state for the past week. Other than that, we have large amounts of paperwork." JJ started massaging her neck.

Morgan shrugged. "Personally, I don't have much of a problem with it since they've been short, quick, and surprisingly easy to handle."

"Me either," Reid agreed. "Even though certain crime type rates in D.C. have increased in the past year as well as the population."

Rossi shook his head, "What isn't you don't know?"

"Not everyone can know everything, Dave," said Blake with her arms folded and a smirk on her face. "Not even smartboards."

Reid bowed his head back, "I mean, take it from it, I don't know much about today's pop culture references."

"Well, that's not surprising," Morgan and Rossi said simultaneously.

It was just another day of filing and paperwork with the team's consultation with the D.C. police, and the workday was over.

Reid placed his bags in the corner and pushed in the security code. He sniffed the air and smelled cooked and seasoned vegetables. Making his way to the kitchen, Reid instantly smiled when he saw Élise, Séraphine, and Isaac having dinner.

"Dada!" babbled Séraphine with a mouthful.

Reid kissed Séraphine's head. "Hey, honey." He turned to Élise, "Wifey." After kissing her lips, he kissed Isaac's head as he's been fed by Élise, "Hey, big guy."

"How was work?" asked Élise.

Reid helped himself to a small slice of the vegetable lasagna and sat down at the head of the table. "It was okay. How was your day?"

Séraphine giggled, "Gad, dada."

Reid chuckled, "How was Ziggy?"

"He was a good boy," Élise looked down and cooed to him. "He's a good mama's boy. Yes, he is."

"Well, Séraphine's a good daddy's girl," Reid tickled her cheek.

"Tank yoo, dada."

After the family finished their dinner, Élise offered to get Isaac a bath and tuck him in. Reid did the same with Séraphine after changing in a simple black sleep tee and flannel pants.

"Alrighty, princess," Reid scooped Séraphine. He placed her in her recently converted white crib-to-toddler bed after reading to her. Tucking her body under the pink, purple, and white comforters, squatting to her size, "How do you like your new bed?"

Séraphine babbled, "It gad, daddy."

Reid stroked her head and asked her again, "Do you miss your crib?"

"Nah," Séraphine shook her head.

"Okay," Reid petted her head before kissing her forehead, "Good night, Fifi." He turned off the main light for her owl-shaped nightlight. "I love you."

"Yoo too, dada," Séraphine yawned before gently falling asleep.

Reid closed the door, made his way to Isaac's nursery, and waved to his sleeping son. Shutting the door, he went to his room and saw Élise on her phone. Sliding next to her in bed, "What are you up to?"

Élise sighed as she set her phone down, "I've been thinking about house hunting."

"House hunting?"

"Well, yeah." Élise shrugged and tilted her head. "Our children are getting older. Our families can stay here when visiting more often. We've lived here for three years since our engagement, and as much I love it, I think it's time for a new change."

Reid knew Élise was right; they had been living here for three years. So many memories have happened in this house, from Séraphine's biggest milestones to birthdays and parties. But their family is now expanding, and they do need bigger space.

"Yeah," Reid agreed. "Do you want to start tomorrow?"