So, long time no talk. My bad. I had started writing a chapter last summer and then some stuff within the Criminal Minds fandom happened (if you don't know, things seem to be fine now but it was a time) and it just didn't feel right ya know? And then things got cleared up and I started my big girl job and then all of a sudden it was a year later.

I know we're moving fast (in the story, not irl. I'm slow af) but we have shit to do! I started rewatch the series again and I want do write a season 12 arc!

Enjoy this chapter! There is poor lemons at the end if you're just searching for those!


"Are you excited?" Penelope called from the stall next to mine. "Meeting his mother. That's big."

"I'd say I'm more nervous than excited right now." I tried sucking in my stomach as I pulled the new jeans up.

"You have nothing to be nervous about! Mama Reid is great!"

I groaned, giving up on the pants. Thankfully, I grabbed them in the next size up, too. "Right, but you never met her as Spencer's girlfriend." The bigger size slid on like a glove.

"So?" I heard her open her door. "She's still gonna love you!" Her voice was now right outside my changing stall door.

Once I had the jeans fastened, I opened the door. "What do you think?"

"I love those pants! I knew the light wash would look better!"

"I don't look fat?"

"Dolly, I've never seen an ounce of fat on you."

"Tell that to my stomach and ass. I had to go up a size."

She waved away my worry. "You know women's sizes are a mystery even yours truly cannot figure out."

I rolled my eyes. "I hate that you're right. But that doesn't change the fact that I needed new pants."

I went back into the stall, and she came in with me. "So?"

"So…" I started to put my own clothes back on. "I've gain weight from all the stupid stress eating I've been doing because I'm going to meet his mom."

"Morgan can give you a workout plan when you get back. Who cares? I happen to know our Boy Wonder still finds you attractive and still taps that."

I grabbed the clothes I was going to purchase and walked out with Penny right behind me. "Yes, yes, and yes." Together we went to the cashier. "But I'm still nervous."

"Mama Reid will love you just as much as the rest of us." Penny and I both paid then exited the store, new bags of clothes in our hands.

"I hope," I mumbled, tossing my bag in her trunk and getting in the passenger seat. "I'm excited to be in Vegas, though. I haven't been since my twenty-first."

"So, you basically don't remember anything about Vegas."

"Nope!" I laughed. "Blacked out night one, then suddenly it was 3am Monday morning and I was on a red eye back home. Still don't know who has the other half of my 'best friends' belly button ring charm."

"You should wear it more," she said, pulling out of the parking lot. "Maybe you'll be at a beach one day and you'll find your drunken Vegas bestie."

"If my belly button piercing didn't close up I totally would," I said smiling. Watching the cars pass by us on the road.

"You are gonna have a great time with Reid and you are gonna do it all over the hotel room because you are hot and he knows it," she said, emphasizing as she spoke.

I rolled my eyes, but her words did make me feel better. Inconspicuously, I pulled my shirt down more over my stomach. "You're right. And once I've met his mom, I'll feel better and stop stress eating and I'll go for more runs with JJ, and I won't need any more new pants."

"Reid and I both think you're perfect at any and every size, my lovely, beautiful, smart friend. But I love and support you in all life choices."

I looked over at her and smiled. "Thank you, Penny. I really appreciate it."

The next couple of weeks went by in a blur and soon enough vacation time for Spencer and I kicked in which meant we were on a flight to Vegas. I tried to watch what I was eating and stay more active, but the scale hadn't moved at all. Not that I was expecting a miracle, but something before this trip would have been nice.

Instead, we were sitting on the plane ride, and I felt bloated and tired.

"So, that's how I got banned from Excalibur for a third time." Spencer had just finished talking and hadn't heard a word of it.

"Hey," he said again, when I didn't respond to his story. "You, okay? You've been really

quiet this whole time."

I stretched my arms as much as I could in the cramped plane seats. "Yeah. I'm just tired. I wasn't expecting to get home from a case and then immediately go to the airport. Just a little exhausted from it."

"I know you've been having trouble sleeping," he added. "You've been tossing and turning at night more. Especially since we decided to visit my mom. Nerves, probably."

I gave him a side eye. "Okay, Mr. Profiler. Might have to revisit all those sleepovers."

"Is that a threat?" He laughed.

"Maybe," I said and leaned my head on his shoulder.

He placed a soft kiss on top of my head. "We still have two hours and four minutes. Get some rest."

That's all he had to say.

Xoxo

He had told me many times about his mom. I'd even spoken to her a little bit on the phone. I had a general idea of what she was like. That; however, didn't stop my heart from racing as we pulled up.

"I already talked to her doctors," Spencer said, pulling his messenger bag over his head. "They said she's having a really good day."

Holding his hand, I followed him into the building and to the floor his mother was on. "She knows we're coming too," he continued, escorting me. "She's really excited to meet you."

She was sitting on a couch, reading a book. I saw a lot of Spencer in the one, simple, pose. Like mother like son.

"Mom?" He said, drawing her attention. "We're here."

"Spencer!" She cast the book to the side and got up. Spencer let go of my hand to give his mother a proper hug. "I was so excited when you said you were going to come visit."

His happiness and smile carried through his voice as he spoke, "I was excited too." Diana released him as he continued. "I'm really glad you're feeling up for visitors."

She sat back down on the couch with Spencer sitting next to her. I chose a single chair to the side of the couch. Easier to see the other two. "I'm always up to see you, Spencer," Diana said, holding Spencer's hand as she sat. "Children are a mother's pride and joy."

One of the Doctor's called over to Spencer. "Doctor Reid? I'm sorry to bother you, but may I have a word?"

"Sure," Spencer said, quickly excusing himself and going with the other doctor. That left just me alone with Diana.

A beat of silence passed and then she spoke. "So, you're Miss Lila O'Haul that's dating my son?"

I nodded. "Yep. That's me."

"You're Miss Lila O'Haul?" She repeated.

Again, I nodded. "Yep. Miss Lila O'Haul."

She leaned back, pulling at the burgundy robe she was wearing. "Really," she said, "because I seem to recall Spencer telling me you also have a doctorate."

"I do. Yes."

"So that would make you Dr. Lila O'Haul. Not Miss."

"Yeah," I said, smiling. "I guess you're right."

"Those aren't titles they just hand out. Make sure you correct people if they don't address you properly."

I pushed a piece of hair behind my ear. "I will. Thank you."

"Now, Doctor Lila O'Haul," she said, emphasizing my title. "What makes you qualified to be dating my boy?"

"Well," I said, thinking as I wiped my hands on my pants. "I'm not sure, honestly." She kept her gaze on me as I spoke. "There are so many times I feel like it's all too good to be true. That it's a dream I'm going to wake up from."

She studied me carefully. "And Spencer tells me you're the media liaison for the team?"

I nodded. "I am."

"Not good enough to be an agent?"

"No, I turned it down. I got offered the position when I got my Doctorate. But I really like what I do." I smiled and shrugged. "I like helping people my way. I was still able to negotiate a higher pay, though."

She gave me a hard look before smiling. "I like you," she said, and I suddenly felt ten pounds lighter (if only it were that easy.) I didn't know I wanted her approval that badly until she gave it.

"Sorry," Spencer said, coming back to the couch and sitting down next to his mother. "Did I miss anything?"

"Oh, nothing, Spencer," Diana said, brightly. "Lila was just telling me about her Doctorate."

Diana was very pleasant the whole visit. She engaged eagerly in conversations and everything she said she said with purpose. Once again, I saw a lot of Spencer in her.

When it was time to leave, she gave Spencer a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She embraced me warmly too, rubbing my arms as she let me go. "Keep your eye on him," she said. "He has a tendency to get into trouble." She winked when she said it and I grinned.

"I'll do my best," I assured her.

Once we were out of the facility, Spencer asked, "I hope she didn't harass you when I stepped away. Her doctor wanted to get my input on changing her dosage."

I laughed. "She didn't! I thought she was going to, but I think she was just being normal mother level critical."

"She has a tendency to do that," he said, holding my hand as we got back into our rental car.

"I'm just glad she likes me."

"I knew she would. What's not to like?" He said, which made me smile.

Our time in Vegas was amazing. Nearly two full weeks of just the two of us, doing whatever we please. It was nice. We've had time alone together, but not for an extended amount of time like this. In the nearly seven months we've been dating, the most we got was a long weekend, which of course got cut short because serial killers don't care about romance.

"I am full and ready for a nap," I said as we entered our hotel room. We only had one more day left so to treat ourselves, we went out for a fancy dinner as an end-of-the-trip celebration.

I climbed onto our big bed and stretched out. The black slinky dress I had on was fitting extra snuggly, and that wasn't because I had just eaten. Feeling self-conscious, I curled in, so I wasn't as exposed.

Spencer chuckled and climbed in next to me. "Tired?" He stroked my hair, fitting his body around mine.

I nodded. "Just a little."

"Can I help get you more comfortable?"

I nodded again and I felt him start to pull the zipper of my dress. As it glided down, the constraint I felt was relieved. I sighed contently.

Gently, he tugged my dress off me, leaving me in nothing but a red thong. Ironically, the same one he had returned to me after a drunken night so many years ago.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, tossing my dress to the side.

His compliments still made me blush, and I squirmed on the bed. Without speaking, he got the oversized shirt I had been using as pajamas and helped me into it.

"Thanks," I said, once I was clothed again. I relaxed back into the bed, feeling better in something that hid my frame more.

He sat back on his legs, watching me. "Lila, I…" He trailed off, eyes roaming down my body. "Can I eat you out?"

An offer I certainly couldn't refuse. Laying on my back, I bent my knees and spread my legs open wide. "Yes."

He reached under my long shirt and pulled off my thong. Next, he wrapped his arms around my legs as he laid on his stomach. "I love you," I heard him say as he disappeared from my line of sight.

The next moment I felt his tongue on me, taking its time to explore. I gasped as he licked up my slit to twirl around my clit.

"Spencer…" I moaned, feeling him sucking on my clit. "God…"

Spencer was a man of science, and as such, he had done many experiments on me. He knew exactly how to suck my clit to get me moaning. Knew exactly how to drag his tongue along my opening and how to probe it to have me arching my back off the bed.

My hands were tangling in his curly hair as he slipped a finger inside me. "Your G-spot should be here…" He muttered against my clit as the pad of his finger did find my G-spot.

I gasped as he stroked it. "There we go…" He said and I could just tell he was smiling. "You are getting so wet…"

"I…" I gasped out, feeling another finger enter me.

"I know, sweetheart. You're close to an orgasm." I know he couldn't see me, but I nodded. Without saying anything else, he pressed his tongue back on my clit, slowly lapping and sucking on it.

My legs started to tremble and clamp around his head as my orgasm started. As it washed over me, I tugged his hair which just made him focus more on my clit.

He was an expert by now at working me through my pleasure. Gently coaxing it out of me and bringing me back down from my high. My vice grip on him loosened and he slowly pulled away.

I sunk into the bed, panting. Spencer untangled himself from me and sat up, smiling. "Did you enjoy yourself?" He asked, even though he knew the answer.

"I always do," I said, now feeling extra drowsy in my post-orgasmic bliss.

"I know you're tired," he said, looking back down at me, "but would sex be, okay? If you're too exhausted, that's fine. I just… I really want to be inside you."

I grinned and kept my legs open. "You can come in," I said.

It didn't take him long to take his clothes off. Well, most of his clothes. He was still wearing a white undershirt when he scooted closer to me, his hard dick in hand. I pulled my shirt up high enough, so my pussy was on full display. Groaning, he pushed inside me.

He set a slow, sensual pace. Each stroke being dragged out and gliding right back in. Each time he reentered me, I gasped. Feeling him touch every part of me.

It didn't take long for his fingers to be digging into my sides and his breath to become labored. I was still sensitive from the first orgasm Spencer gave me, so all I had to do was reach down and gently rub my clit and I was nearing a second release.

Spencer watched me touch myself, grunting as he came. I was right behind him, moaning and writhing. He leaned down and kissed me, my own flavor still on his lips. For a self-proclaimed germaphobe, he had no problem letting any part of me linger on him.

He pulled away and pulled out but remained snuggled close. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me flushed against his chest. I sighed happily and closed my eyes. Falling asleep in his arms was my favorite.

Xoxo

Our vacation was perfect, and I hated coming back home to reality. Well, not hated, but going from being with Spencer all day every day for nearly two weeks to now sleeping alone was hard. Sure, we had many sleepovers at each other's apartments, but it wasn't the same.

It was late the night I got back so the only thing I did was toss my suitcase in my bedroom and sleep. I slept well into the next morning, awaking when the midmorning sun started streaming in. With a groan, I stretched and got up.

I made my way to the kitchen and started putting the coffee on. Next to it, on my counter, was a decent pile of mail. JJ and or Penelope had been assigned the task of getting my mail and bringing it in.

After I had a delicious cup of coffee in my hands, I started to go through the mail. About halfway through, a letter caught my eye. Setting my cup down, I opened it. As I started reading, I felt my heart drop and the world stop moving.


Somethings I set up in earlier chapters is finally coming to play! Like damn, something I wrote before I had any degree is going to be come back and I'm like wow. Time is crazy.

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