~SPENCER POV~

This next morning I woke up in my own room alone again. I laid my head back down on the pillow but could hear Bexley walking around in the living room so I got up and went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and changed into a pair of casual clothes. I walked into the living room to see her in the kitchen and a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast on a plate. She had on a fresh pair of clothes and I had a feeling she'd been up a lot longer than I'd originally thought.

"So much for breakfast in bed." she said with a laugh and I was surprised to find that she'd heard me walk in. I'd thought I was being quiet.

She turned the stove off and put the dishes in the sink before turning around and handing me a plate. "Good morning."

I grabbed the plate from her hand and saw that the food looked… perfect. It seemed almost organized in a way.

"Thank you." I told her and sat down at the table. She walked over to the coffee pot and poured two cups and added the caramel creamer to hers and put two teaspoons of sugar and a dash of milk in mine.

She sat my cup down in front of me before going to grab her plate and coffee. I wondered why she didn't bring hers with mine but decided not to ask. She sat down across from me and grabbed a paper towel off the roll and started to place it under her coffee cup but instead gave a humorless laugh and shook her heard before setting it down next to the plate.

"I'm not worried about coffee rings, Bex." I told her and gave a smile, hoping she would understand that I was joking.

She smiled and looked down at her coffee cup. "I guess it's out of habit. My dad hated water rings or coffee rings on the table. I remember leaving a cup of milk on the table when I was six and when he saw it he…"

She stopped talking then and though I wasn't sure what she was going to say but I was sure that it wasn't a good thing.

"What happened?" I asked and hoped that she would tell me in a way. She put a hand to her collar bone and touched the same faded scars that I'd kissed last night.

"It was one of those sets of dishes that break really easy so when the cup made contact, it shattered." She said and forced a small humorless laugh. I felt my blood boil and took a sip of my coffee, hoping that it would help me keep calm.

I was wrong and couldn't stop before saying "He threw something at you because you didn't put something under a cup to prevent rings."

She shrugged and said "It was kind of funny actually." I could tell that she was trying to cover up the emotional mark that it had actually left and I could tell she didn't want to talk about it anymore.

We ate in silence and it wasn't until we got up to wash the dishes that she said something. "So, I was thinking about something this morning before you woke up."

I felt a nervous feeling run through me but nodded my head and waited for her to continue. She took a deep breath and I could tell that she didn't really want to tell me what she'd been thinking about this morning.

"I was thinking about what you said last night about not knowing me. So I figured we could ask three questions and we have to be completely honest. No passes." I looked at her very surprised not at the offer, but at the fact that she was willing to make herself more vulnerable than normal.

I stared at her and knew I had a look of disbelief on my face. She smiled at me teasingly and I realized then that she was waiting on me to answer.

"Three questions about absolutely anything?" I asked and mainly asked because I wasn't sure if I'd heard her right.

She nodded and put the last dish in the dish drainer before walking into the living room. I followed her and she took a seat on the floor. I sat across from her and thought of all the millions of questions I wanted to ask her. The limitation was going to drive me crazy but she was letting me in. After six months, she was letting me in to know her a little more.

"You first." She said and I laughed. I knew what I wanted to ask her but I didn't want to open up old wounds.

I decided to just go ahead and ask what had been tearing at me for so long. "Tell me about your family?"

I immediately regretted saying as the pain flickered across her face but after she took a deep breath, she seemed a little calmer.

"My mom and dad didn't want a baby. They didn't ever love each other and I've come to the conclusion that I don't think they were ever capable of love. When I was born, they didn't want the world to know that they had something as awful as a child and they were ashamed to put their last name on my birth certificate. My grandmother, my father's mother, loved me at first sight and put her maiden name as my last name and she gave me my middle name as well. My father abused me for as long as I can remember. He was always drunk and I can't stand to be around anyone who drinks to this day. One is too many and when someone drinks, it scares the hell out of me. I remember him chasing me down the hall, knocking me to the ground, and kicking me with his steel toe boots. He always told me how worthless I was and how I deserved to be abused because it was my fault my mother left me. I remember every time he hit me and I remember him smiling after he beat me. It was the only time I ever saw him truly content. He blamed me for everything that went wrong in his life. People knew what was going on but didn't care where I grew up. I never cried while he beat me because I refused to give him that satisfaction. I haven't heard from my mom in sixteen years. My mother abandoned me at six years old after bailing my dad out of jail so I wouldn't go into the system. My grandfather died six weeks before that. Last I heard, she found a new husband four years ago and was living happily. The abuse ended after I ran away from home and then I met you and Eleanor."

She stopped for a minute and looked at me. I could tell she was studying me and I knew that she saw the anger that I felt. My blood boiled at the thought of someone hurting her and the thought of her mother abandoning her only made me angrier.

The thought of her living happily after purposefully abandoning her made me sick and I now understood why she didn't get close to people and why she didn't trust anyone.

"Did you ever tell anyone?" I asked and was almost certain that she hadn't said anything to anyone out of fear of her father finding out and the person she told not caring.

She nodded and said "I told someone six years ago and lost them. I blame myself for it every day that goes by."

I grabbed her hand and squeezed her hand wanting nothing more than to comfort her and to take away all the pain that she'd felt. I decided to give her a break and wait on the last question that I had.

She laughed then and said "You know, he always told me that he felt sorry for the person that decided to care about me. That he was getting something broken, worthless, and scarred. I have to say that I agree with him."

I saw in her eyes in that moment that she truly thought that she was worthless and I felt hate for a man I didn't know more than I had felt for every unsub I'd come up against. I fought the urge to pull her close but I wasn't going to ignore what she said.

"Bexley, you are not worthless. You are an amazing and strong woman despite what you have been through. You were brave enough to get out of your father's house despite what could have happened if he'd found you that night. You are not broken because the hell that you went through has made you the person you are supposed to be. As for the scars, they do not have anything to do with your future. They are a part of you and are one of the many things that make you beautiful."

She looked at me surprised then and I thought back over what I'd just said. I smiled and looked in time to see her golden eyes were bright with shock.

"You think I'm beautiful?" She asked and I realized that she had only been told this by maybe three people in her life, including me.

I reached up and grabbed a stray lock of her long red hair and tucked it behind her ear. "I think you're amazing, Bex."

She cleared her throat then and asked "What's your middle name?"

I bit my lip and finally said "Will you tell me yours?" She nodded and I laughed lightly. "My middle name is Walter."

She smiled then and I waited on her to laugh but instead she did something unexpected. "Spencer Walter Reid. It suits you."

I rolled my eyes and lay down on the carpet. "Your turn."

"My grandmother on my dad's side was over half Romanian and she wanted to my name to mean something. The name Valerica means forever strong in Romanian." She said and I looked to see her smiling almost sadly. I could tell that she missed her grandmother and I desperately wanted to know what happened to her but now wasn't them time to go into that.

"It's beautiful and perfect for you." She smiled then and shrugged.

"Will you dance with me?" she asked and I looked up at her in surprise but immediately stood up from the carpet pulling her with me.

I wasn't a fan of dancing but I loved any excuse to hold her. "I'd love to. Don't we need music?"

She shook her head and wrapped her arms around my neck. "No. Was that your third question?"

I laughed and spun her around before pulling her back to me. "I've still got one left and so do you. I think I'll hold on to mine so what's yours?"

She rested her head on my chest and took a deep breath. "Do you want me in your future?"

I was surprised by the question and tightened my arms around her, the smell of her hair wrapping around me. I let one of my hands leave her waist to tilt her chin up so she would look at me.

"I want you with me every day for the rest of my life, Bexley Valerica Kirrier." I told her and I saw something that took me by surprise. Her eyes began to water and I dropped my hand from her chin and pulled her to me as close as I could and held her while she cried.

I realized then in that moment that I couldn't ever lose her. There was no one else I would ever want in my life and I wouldn't let anything happen to her as long as I was alive. She meant everything to me.

I loved her.

***Well that's another chapter everyone. He knows almost everything now but there are a few dark secrets that haven't been revealed yet. Thank you for reading and R&R. Have a great day.