"Not. One. Word." Emily growled at her mirror.

Or rather, the reflection in her mirror. Which was the reflection of her friend Olivia. Although, she was reconsidering that particular title right now. Because said friend was giggling at her. And looking far too triumphant for her liking. Way, way too triumphant. And Emily didn't appreciate any of it.

Especially the fact that Olivia didn't seem to be intimidated by her glare at all. Not even a little bit. The least she coukd do was pretend, considering the day and all. But no, all Olivia did was giggle harder, threatening to turn into a fully-fledged laugh.

"Shut up," Emily grumbled.

"Oh, no, I'm going to rub this in for as long as I can."

"Which won't be for long," she threatened.

Olivia compeltely ignored this and grinned at her.

"Come on, Em," She coaxed.

"Don't call me that."

She was ignored, again.

"You didn't think you'd ever get married."

"I never wanted to get married," Emily felt like she needed to correct.

"But now you do."

Emily rolled her eyes and gestured down at herself. There was a lot of satiny white material around her.

"Obviously."

"Because of me."

"No. I'm pretty sure that Reid did the asking."

Olivia tutted at her. "You know what I mean."

Emily decided to not deign that with response and instead make better use of her time and check her makeup. She hadn't finished her eyes yet because she didn't want to mess it up or smudge it.

"You should probably start calling him by his name, you know," Olivia said suddenly.

"Sorry?"

"Reid. You know, your soon to be husband. Pretty sure wives call their husbands by their first name. Hell, girlfriends call their boyfriends by their first names."

Emily rolled her eyes yet again. She had to be going for a record or something here. And it was all Olivias's fault. It was a good thing that eye rolling didn't ruin make up.

"I call him by his first name."

"I don't think I've ever heard you."

"Then you obviously haven't been listening to me."

"Oh, touché."

Emily felt inordinately smug at her friend's admission.

Thankfully, Olivia fell silent because she decided that she needed to sort her own makeup out and doing her eyes took an awful lot of effort. She never could speak when doing her eyeliner. Or her eyebrows for that matter.

"I'm still taking credit for this," Olivia proclaimed, finally turning away from the mirror.

"Like hell you are."

"But I'm the whole reason behind this," she gestured to the decorations and dresses behind her.

"Last time I checked Spence did the asking and I was the one who said yes. So, you cpuld say that the two of us were behind all this," Emily said sarcastically.

"My bouquet was the one that was right."

"That makes no sense whatsoever."

"What makes no sense?"

Of course JJ amd Garcia had to arrive at just that moment.

"Nothing!"

"That my flowers caused all this to happen," Emily and Olivia said at the same time.

"Your flowers?" JJ asked curiously.

"Did you know that Emily caught my bouquet at my wedding last year," Olivia said conversationally.

"No," JJ said, giving Emily a sly smirk.

Which Emily glared at, not appreciating the fact that she was encouraging Olivias's antics.

"Oh!" Garcia squealed, clapping her hands together. "It was fate, Emily!"

"It was not fate."

"Of course it was," her enthusiastic friend dismissed. "You and Spencer were made to be together."

Well, that was the first correct thing that had been said all day.

[xxxxxx]

"Maybe we should thank Olivia," he said to her as they danced their first dance together as a married couple.

Because she and Spencer were married. Emily Prentiss and Spencer Reid were now husband and wife. It l felt a little unreal and all too real all at once.

It got him a gentle thump to the chest.

"Not you too."

He gave her that adorable confused look of his.

"What do you mean, me too?"

Emily sighed and shook her head.

"It's all Olivia been going on about all day," she said, gesturing at her friend off to the side who still looked far too smug every time she looked at her.

Spencer's eyebrows rose as he gave her a deft spin, much to the delight of their audience. When or where had leanred to dance like that? This man was full of secrets. And now they had a lifetime together to figure them all out. That thought thrilled her more than she thought it would.

"Well, its prediction did come true..."

"A bouquet of freaking flowers can't make a prediction on who gets married next."

"I know that. The flowers didnt make me ask you to marry me," he reassured her.

And somehow that made her feel minutely better. Oh, sure, technically she knew that Spencer didn't take notice of societal conventions or superstitions like asking her to marry him just because she caught a silly bouquet at a wedding. But Emily hadn't realised just how much she needed to hear him say it out loud. Which was incredibly stupid but still.

"I wanted to marry you. I had been trying to screw up the courage for weeks," he admitted, bringing her back into the centre of the dance floor.

"Really?"

She hadn't known that.

"Yes. And then Olivias's wedding happened. And then the bouquet..."

"Which she deliberately threw at me," Emily interrupted.

Spencer chuckled at that. "Well, it gave me the push I needed."

"But you didn't ask me until the week after that."

"Six days," he absentmindedly corrected. "Yes. But I feel like I would have waited even longer if I didn't remeber the superstition around the flowers."

"Oh."

They danced in silce for a few seconds before Emily groaned.

"What?" He asked in alarm.

"It really was down to Olivia," she complained.

He looked at her before chuckling and lessing a kiss to her cheek.

"I suppose it was."

They finished their dance to applause and they both smiled at each other. Spencer's face was flushed and his hair was already askew despite JJ and Rossi's best efforts. A deep feeling of affection rushed through her. Somehow Emily didn't really mind that a bunch of flowers were responsible for her wedding.