A/N: Sorry this has taken so long guys! I went to Wales after my grandparents and there was no internet- I thought there would be silly me! Then I've been really busy at home. I just got my exam results (AAAAB) but I'm hopeful to appeal the B. I feel really bad about leaving this for so long, I hope to get a few chapters up before school starts again on the 14th. I got Spencer's birthday from criminal minds wiki I think, so sorry if it's wrong.
9th October 2011.
AmeliaPOV
After an uneventful week at work, I woke up early, even though it was a Sunday. Today was special. Today was Spencer's 22nd Birthday, and the day that I asked him to make our moving in situation more permanent. No, we haven't had sex yet, but the physical aspect of our relationship was starting to build momentum and I didn't know if I could stand to be too far away from him.
He has helped me so much since my kidnapping. He has become such an essential part of my life that I couldn't stand the thought of sleeping alone, or not waking up after a Sunday nap to see him reading, or those days where we would kiss the afternoons away, there were far far too many things I couldn't bear to lose if he moved out.
It doesn't matter where we move to, or if we get an entirely new place of our own, it didn't bother me in the slightest; an apartment was just a building, but Spencer was home.
I disentangled myself from Spencer's long arms very gently before climbing out of bed, making sure he was still fast asleep before literally tip-toeing to my underwear drawer. I pulled out his wrapped presents and his card, heading to the kitchen. I had the day all planned out, with the help of the team. I was making him a birthday breakfast, then we were heading about an hour north to this lovely scenic lake. It was beautiful there, the perfect place to take a picnic and just enjoy each other's company for the afternoon. Then tonight, the team were taking us out to a fancy dinner and dancing. It was all planned.
I prepared our picnic as quietly as I could; luckily I had already done most of it the night before after Spencer had went to bed. I then got to work on his birthday pancakes, sticking '22' candles on the top of the stack after lighting them on the cooker. When I was done, I walked into our room, arms full of presents and pancakes and singing 'Happy Birthday' at the top of my voice.
SpencerPOV
I woke up that morning to singing, like I did every morning, though this morning was different; it wasn't along to the radio, or a show tune medley, it was 'Happy Birthday'. For a high IQ yielding genius, it took quite a while for the penny to drop. It was my birthday. I'm 22.
I opened my eyes to see Amelia sitting two wrapped present and a card onto the foot of the bed before sitting next to me. God, she was beautiful. Her hair was still messy from sleep, it looked like a lions mane it was so curly. She was still in a t-shirt and shorts; her pyjamas, and they looked wonderful on her.
It was her eyes that captivated me though. They were cerulean, like pools of the bluest sea, they held a light and a sparkle that set my soul on fire. I could not bear to spend a second away from those eyes.
They say that eyes are the window to the soul, and it is impossible to not believe it when I look into her eyes. For she has the most beautiful eyes, to match the most beautiful soul.
Hours, even days, could pass this way; me watching the love of my life. It was hard to believe how short a time we have known each other. I feel like I've always known her, like she's always been there. I sometimes struggle to remember the times before her.
Then I do remember: Maeve, Lila to a certain extent, the sad times, but I know Maeve would be happy that I'm happy. I miss her sometimes, and a small part of me still loves her, will always love her. Amelia knows that, accepts that, and it makes me love her even more.
I think the reason we clicked so quickly is because we are both so similar; child prodigies, eidetic memories, early graduates, we have both suffered, but we've both pulled through.
She pulled me into a kiss, interrupting my thoughts, "Happy Birthday Spence, 22, you are getting old. I should trade you in." she teased, nudging my shoulder, "Well make a wish." She exclaimed, gesturing to the fast burning candles.
What does the man that has everything wish for? I smiled, closing my eyes and blowing out the candles, wishing that I never had to live without her.
She cheered, removing the candles and handing me a fork, beginning to eat with me. "So what did you wish for?" she asked
I laughed, shaking my head, "That would be telling. Then it won't come true."
She smiled, "I have a full day planned. After this we are going to the lake for the day. I made a picnic. We can take some books, and just be together. How does that sound hm?" she asked
I would've kissed her if I didn't have half a pancake shoved down my throat. She knew me perfectly; no crowds, no noise, just Amelia and I. "Sounds perfect." I said, kissing her cheek. "Can I open my presents?"
She laughed, fetching them from the foot of my bed and dropping them in my lap. "Of course you can, it's your birthday after all."
I smiled, opening the card first. It was cute, with little elephants cuddling on it. It read: 'Dear Spencer, I love you more than words can express. I hope you have an excellent birthday. All my love now and always, Amelia xxx.'
I thanked her, kissing her cheek, moving onto a present, ripping off the shiny red paper. Inside was a watch box. I opened the box, revealing a beautiful leather strapped silver watch. I took it out, turning it over. It was engraved: Dearest Spencer, Happy Birthday Love your Amelia xxx.
My Amelia, she was my Amelia. It sent a warm fuzzy feeling through my entire body. I moved onto the next gift, this time ripping off the silver paper. Underneath the paper was a copy of Peter Pan. I was shocked; it was my favourite childhood book, how did she know that? I had never told her!
"I know you always write to your mother. So I took the liberty of writing one of my own. She told me lots of little tidbits about you, one of them being that your favourite childhood book being Peter Pan. So I did a little bit of searching and found this 1st edition. It was even signed by Barrie. I hope you like it." She said nervously.
I pulled her close, kissing her long and hard. "I love them. Thank you, thank you so much. It's too much. You didn't have to do this."
She rolled her eyes, "Well I wanted to eejit, now get dressed, we're going to the lake.
We finished our breakfast, I dressed quickly in a purple shirt and dark jeans, pulling on converse and odd socks. Amelia looked beautiful; her hair was down and she was wearing a cream knee length dress with little birds patterned all over it and some sandals. She took my hand, holding a large wicker basket in the other and a blanket under her arm.
We headed to her car, driving to the lake. It only took us an hour to get there. It was a beautiful place, especially in the surprisingly warm October sun.
We laid out the blanket, tucking into the food and small bottle of wine that Amelia had sorted for our lunch. It was perfect, just like her.
We lay under a tree for hours, the pair of us reading, or talking, or kissing, Amelia's head in my lap as I ran my fingers through her hair.
It was a perfect day, better than I could've ever hoped for. If someone had told me this time last year that I would be this happy, I would've called them a liar.
I knew as I lay with Amelia under that tree by the lake, reading, talking, kissing the hours away, that this was the best birthday I had ever had, because for once in my life, I finally felt complete.
A/N: Spencer's Birthday ended up being so long I had to split it in two. Part two up tomorrow! I'm thinking of writing an outtakes fic for this story, like lots of moments I've missed out. Is that something you'd be interested in? Remember to review. Bye for now!
