A/N: Hello again, everyone!

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My apologies if I made any mistakes but please enjoy!

This chapter has been reupdated! I forgot to add two other sections to the story! My apologies!

A day later…

"Good morning, Mrs. Bastien-Reid," Reid said as he wraps his arms around Élise and kisses her.

"Good morning to you as well, Dr. Reid," Élise kisses him back, "I love it when you call me that Mrs. Bastien-Reid."

"And I love it when you say Mrs. Bastien-Reid."

"Thank God we decided to get married in a couple of days instead of wedding planning; it just makes everything easier and better."

"Uh-huh."

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

"I wonder who that could be at this hour," Élise said to Reid as he got up from the bed and immediately went downstairs to answer the front door and when he did,

"Spencer, dear!"

An ecstatically happy Diana Reid rushes to hug Spencer.

"Mom!" Spencer immediately hugs her back.

Following her,

"My dashing nephew!"

"Aunt Ethel! Uncle Gordon!"

"How've you been, boy-o?" Gordon manly hugs him.

"I'm doing great," Reid answered.

"You should be. You're getting married!" Diana gives him another hug.

"How did you…?" Reid tries to ask before,

"According to the doctors, she's been having great days. So much so that she immediately wanted us to fly out here to Boston when you told us yesterday about the wedding."

"Really?" Reid was surprised to hear his mother was doing well lately. "Amazing."

"Well, I think it's great that you want to do this in a few days instead of waiting a few months because I don't know about you, I want more grandchildren."

"Speaking of children, where's my equally dashing great-niece?" Ethel asked with excitement.

"She's right here," Élise said as she carried Anastasia down the stairs. "Hi, everyone."

"My soon-to-be daughter with my granddaughter!" Diana rushes to hug Élise and Anastasia. "I hope you've been good to my son and granddaughter." Whispering in her ear, "I'll scratch your eyes out if you're not."

As Élise gulped, "She's been treating me as her equal." Reid assures his mother. "Same as Anastasia."

"That's good. Because I have something for your wedding." Diana gives Élise a white box. Opening it,

"You know that bridal rhyme: Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, and a sixpence in her shoe?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm giving you the old veil that I wore when I got married."

"Wow," Élise exclaimed. "Thank you, Ms. Reid."

"Please, dear. Call me Diana; you're practically my daughter already."

"Well, I got you my gold and sapphire earrings." Ethel smiled. "You, my dear, is such a stunner." As Élise began to smile, Ethel walks up them. "My nephew's such a lucky man." Whispering to her, "But if you hurt him or my great-niece in any way, shape, or form, you're going to wish you've never met them."

Élise gulped, "Yes, ma'am."

"And I got the sixpence for your shoe," Gordon hands Spencer the sixpence.

"Oh, thank you, all. Thank you."

Two days later…

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

"Coming!" Élise cried as she opened the door and it was,

"Hey…everyone."

It was her family: from her father: a big-boned man with dark skin, shaved head, glasses, dressed simply in a long-sleeve shirt and pants; her older brother: an average-height guy with dark skin, clean shaved head dressed in a black sweater, jeans and sneakers holding a woman's hand and she had medium-skin tone, dark curly hair, and was dressed in a blush color dress and boots; and finally her mother: a woman with dark skin and hair, glasses, simply dressed in a yellow top, multicolor skirt and flats.

"Is that any way to greet your family?" Her mother said before her brother said,

"But it is good to see you again, sis, after so many years." Her brother gives her a hug. "Especially after…"

"Same here. And thanks, bro."

"Listen…are you, uh…?" Her father asked her.

"I'm okay. I just can't believe it's been a year since my ordeal, but I've been moving past it and doing well. Bastard's dead."

"Lucky him." Her brother repeatedly pounds his fists, thinking of what she must have gone through the previous year ago.

"Yeah." Her mother spoke up before clearing her throat. "I know…you and I…we, uh…" Her mother hugs her and some tears drew from her eyes. "I'm just glad you're okay. Even we ended in a bad note from the last time we saw each other…you're still my daughter. And I'll always love you, no matter what. And just to let you know, I'll let you borrow my gold bracelet."

"Hmm-hmm." Élise timidly hugs her back. "Thanks, mother."

There was another moment of silence before, "Well then…come on in." Élise gestures them to come inside the house.

"Oh, nice place you got here." Her father said.

"Where'd you get a place like this?" Her mother wondered before asking again, "Have you been spending wildly on your lottery winnings?"

"Well, actually, mother…"

"Hey, Élise," Reid said as he carried Anastasia down the stairs. "Oh, we have company."

"Uh, family, this is my fiancé, Dr. Spencer Reid, and his daughter, my… soon to be adopted stepdaughter, Anastasia. And Spencer and Anastasia, this is my father, Micha, my older brother Arthur—"

"My wife, Brenda."

"My brother's wife Brenda and my mother Geneva."

"Well, it's nice to meet you all," Reid said as he hands Anastasia to Élise and begins rocking her in her arms.

Arthur crosses his arms as he slowly walks up to Reid. "Last time we met, you say you're a doctor, right?"

"Yes. I'm not a medical doctor, but an academic doctor instead," Reid began rambling. "I have three PhDs in Mathematics, Engineering, and Chemistry, and two Bachelors: Psychology and Sociology, although I'm in the progress of an additional one in Philosophy..."

"Yeah, are you some kind of genius or something?" Brenda asked.

"I also have an IQ of 187, eidetic memory, I can even read 20,000 words per minute, I graduated from high school at 12, was recruited by the FBI at 21, graduated from the Academy the next year at 22, and now I'm a Supervisory Special Agent and profiler for the Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico, Virginia; I'm just on a sabbatical."

Arthur nodded his head, "Nice." Whispering in his ear, "You're treating my little sister well, right?"

"Like royalty, dear older brother." Élise insisted.

"Well, that's good. Even though you're a fed, I'll still kick your ass if you hurt her."

Gulping, "Yup."

Wedding day….

"I'm so nervous, Alex," Élise said as she began picking her nails.

"That's natural. Perfectly natural," Alex agreed. "But you look perfect in your wedding attire."

A white short swingy and strapless faille A-Line dress from Amsale, white four-inch Manolo Blahnik swan embellished satin pumps with the sixpence inside, Diana's veil, Ethel's gold and sapphire earrings and her mother's gold bracelet. Her makeup was natural but still classic. She even spritzes herself with the classic Chanel No.5 and her flower bouquet was roses and lilies.

"Thank you, Alex. I just can't help but feel nervous."

"Élise." Alex grabbed ahold of Élise's hand and gestured her to sit next to her on the small bench. "When I married James, I was…a nervous wreck. To the point where I felt like a runaway bride on the verge of regurgitating. But then, I remembered what he said to be. He said to me, "When I said I'll take you for better or for worse, I meant it. And I'm not going to let anything, not life's or even the universe's obstacles change that. And look where we are now. Many years going strong and nothing has changed it. Not even with life's or the universe's obstacles."

Élise, who felt like crying, immediately hugs Blake. "Thank you, Alex."

Knock-knock-knock.

"Am I interrupting something?" Geneva asked before stepping in.

"I'm fine, mother."

Geneva covered her mouth, "I can't believe my daughter's getting married."

"I still can't believe myself." Intensely exhaling. "I just hope Spencer's not as nervous as I am."

"I'm nervous, James," Reid said, pacing around in the small room.

"You look great," James said as he fixed up Spencer's black-tie before looking at the rest of his black tuxedo. "You look like you're ready to get married."

"But I'm nervous."

"Spencer." James placed his hand on his shoulder, "Alex had that same feeling when I offered her hand in marriage. When she said yes, I told her, 'I'll take you for better or for worse, I meant it. And I'm not going to let anything, not life's or even the universe's obstacles change that.' And look where we are now. Many years going strong and nothing has changed it. Not even with life's or the universe's obstacles."

Reid smiles, giving him a man hug. "Thank you."

"Anytime," James said before his cell phone rang. "Hello? Uh-huh. We'll see you soon." Hanging up, "They're ready."

"As we are as well." Gordon popped his head open, as did Élise's father and brother.

Reid, with Gordon and the prominent Reverend King, couldn't take his eyes of Élise when she entered the Memorial Church of Harvard University with her mother and father by her side. Soft and traditional music was playing. Anastasia helped play her part as the flower girl as she threw white flowers on the ground, despite almost trying to eat them. The mothers and Ethel couldn't stop wiping the tears from their eyes. Arthur quietly and repeatedly motions to Reid that he is watching him. Brenda, Alex, and James waved and smiled.

Élise was truly an envisioning angel in white on earth from the purest of pure regions from heaven; so much so he even allowed a few tears to leave his eyes.

Élise couldn't keep her eyes off Spencer. He looked so handsome. And so chic.

And so perfect.

She allowed breathless gasps to escape her. As well as some tears.

"My good sir and lady," Reverend King asked as he smiled. "Do you support your child's decision to join together in holy matrimony with Spencer Walter Reid?"

"Yes, we do." Élise gave her parents a quick but loving hug. Reverend King continued.

Standing across from each other as the reverend began the ceremony,

"Friends. Family. Love ones. We are gathered here today for this wonderful union. If any of you can show just cause why they may not be lawfully wed, speak now, or else forever hold your peace." After no one would say a word, he continued. "I charge you both, here in the presence of God and the witness of this company, that if either of you knows any reason why you may not be married lawfully and in accordance with God's Word, do now confess it."

And when no one did, the ceremony continued. Looking at Spencer, "Do you, young man, take this lovely woman, Élise Gabrielle Bastien, to be your wife."

"I most certainly do."

"And do you, young lady, take this wonderful man, Spencer Walter Reid, to be your husband?"

"Hmm-mmm," Élise said; she still was too clammed up to say anything.

Reverend King looked to the small crowd, "Will you all witnessing these promises do all in your power to uphold these two persons in their marriage?"

"We do." Everyone said in unison.

"Now these two have their own vows to share. Spencer, would you like to go first?"

"Yes, Your Honor." Spencer cleared his throat; he really wishes he had some water, but he felt sure of himself to keep on talking. "Élise Gabrielle Bastien, I will treat you as my equal, my one and only. And I just want to say that you…are the most wonderful, incredible, and amazing human being I've ever met in my entire life. It was like...fate brought us together that day I bumped into you. you…" Spencer felt the tears in his eyes and felt a tear falling and his voice cracking. "Are like no other woman I've ever met. You are the unique, wonderful and you are most certainly the beautiful and perfect woman in the whole wide world. You…have bewitched me, enchanted me, intoxicated me. I don't ever want to be parted from you, dearest, loveliest Élise. I want to be yours forever and ever and for all eternity."

Élise's mouth started to wobble; she felt her throat was dry, more breathless gasps escaped her. She allowed a tear to fall down. Here she was; she had all these doubts fading away. She knew, even from the bottom of her heart, Spencer was the one for her.

He always admired her.

"Élise?"

It took her a moment to try and get the words out, "I want to be yours forever as well. You…" Swallowing the developing lump in her throat, "Are the only guy I've ever been with and sometimes I wonder why a guy like you would ever be interested in me. Or even notice me. But I always knew you'd be the one for me. You…you make me feel special. Like I'm not invisible. Or some freak or loser. I also don't ever wish to be parted from you either. You are the most wonderful and perfect human being ever. I want to be there for you, no matter what. For all eternity."

Reverend King looked at Alex and James for the rings. As Élise and Reid exchanged the rings to each other.

"Bless, O Lord, let these rings be a symbol of their vows. Bound together by love's power; look at these rings every morning, every afternoon, and every night in the name of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen."

"Amen."

Reid lifted the veil and smiled with every fiber in his being.

As did Élise.

There were no more nerves; no more anxiety; no more self-doubt; no more regrets. It was like this unexplained, magical passion that has been overwhelmed and bottled up for so long and was heavily and patiently waiting to spew finally came out; no words were needed as the unexplained, magical passion in each other's eyes was just enough.

"By the power invested in me and in the Lord, I now pronounce you husband and wife. And now…"

Élise and Reid had already leaned forward and allowed their lips to meet each other.

"Kiss." Reverend King finished.

Everyone cheered and clapped at the newly married couple.