A/n again thanks to all who have reviewed or sent pms. The same warnings and disclaimers apply to this chapter. Enjoy!

When Reid woke up the next morning, his head was pounding out the Halleluiah Chorus; one of his arms was trapped under his body, and completely numb. His mouth tasted like well - he couldn't come up with an appropriate taste at the moment. The only thing he could do was moan.

"I see you're awake." Hotch had walked in just in time to hear him groan.

"Yeah, can someone kill me now? Just take out your gun Hotch, and put me out of my misery." He'd never had a hangover before, and he swore before all that was holy, he wouldn't drink again.

"Nope, it's time for you to get up, have some coffee. Besides, your fiancé would never forgive me if I shot you." Hotch wanted desperately to laugh, but the look of pure misery on Spencer's face made him bite his tongue. After all, he'd gotten plastered himself a few times, and paid for it dearly.

"Come on, all you need is a hot shower, a few hundred cups of coffee, and you'll be good as new."

"I sincerely doubt that, but as soon as the feeling comes back to this arm, I'll have some coffee."

"Ok, coming right up." Hotch left the bedroom, and Reid yelled after him, "With lots of sugar!"

The clock on the bedside table read ten thirty seven am. His palms began to sweat as he looked at the clock. In less than five hours he was going to get married. There was a part of him that didn't believe it was true, a part that didn't trust the relationship he had with JJ. In the back of his head, he continued to think of all of his life as it was now, a dream that he could wake from, and find himself alone.

He knew that JJ would be upset to know he still had insecurities about their relationship. He couldn't help it. He didn't doubt her; he doubted himself, and his ability to make her happy. What if she woke up one day, and decided she wasn't happy with him anymore, and she left, what would he do?

He got up off the bed, and groaned again at the pain in his head. The hangover must be making his doubts worse. He was going to get into a hot shower, have some coffee, and he would forget about losing Jennifer, or driving her away.

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As for JJ, she was dealing with morning sickness, and a hung over Penelope, who had turned from a fun drunk into a nasty morning person. JJ had bullied her into better behavior by reminding her of her role as maid of honor.

She wandered into the kitchen after putting on sweats, and pulling her hair back into a ponytail. Her hair stylist was meeting her at the church in three hours. For the time being, she watched Penelope try out her own hangover cure. It consisted of a raw egg, tomato juice, Worcestershire sauce, and a lot of Tabasco sauce. Watching her concoct it was enough to make JJ want to vomit again, so she fled the kitchen before Penelope could actually drink it.

"Oh, man that's disgusting," her voice called from the kitchen.

"Don't complain to me, you're the one that insisted it would work!" JJ shouted back, and laughed when Garcia swore loudly.

Seeing Garcia stumble into the living room with her hair sticking up in all directions, and wearing an orange crush tee shirt with purple sweat pant, had nearly sent her into hysterics, the look on Penelope face prevented her from laughing. She was ecstatic that pregnancy had prevented her from drinking, and morning sickness was all she had to deal with.

She tried to get Penelope to share her morning crackers, but the other woman had given her such a dirty look that she had backed off. Let her find something to eat, JJ didn't cook for Spencer, and she saw no reason to cook for Garcia. Penelope swore again when the phone rang.

"Hello"

"Hi sweetheart, how was the party last night."

"Hey mom, which party are you asking about?

"Your bachlorette party of course, I've already heard from Kevin, what happened at Spencer's party last night."

"Good, you can fill me in. I know the guys got my sweet man plastered to the gills."

"That's true, but how did you know that?"

"Spencer called me last night, and he was very happy."

"I imagine he was, but I want to know how your doing. It's less then five hours till you say I do. Do you want me to come over there, and help you get ready?"

"No… I'm okay, I have Penelope here, and she'll make sure I get to the church on time.

"Okay my baby girl, I'll see you at the church. I love you."

"I love you too, mom."

When she hung up, she realized that her mother always seemed to know when she needed to hear her voice. She'd laughed at Penelope's hangover only because she was nervous, and she wanted to distract herself.

She hoped it was her hormones going crazy from pregnancy. She'd been all right till this morning when she woke up, and realized that in a few hours she would be Mrs. Dr Spencer Reid. It gave her butterflies in her stomach. She flashed back to high school, and the day that Eric Jenkins asked her to prom. She'd had a big crush on him for her whole senior year, and he finally asked her out. He was the captain of the basketball team, tall, dark, and handsome, and she'd been so excited. The date went well till he'd tried to have his way with her under the bleachers, and she'd had to knee him in the groin.

Thank God she'd never had to do anything remotely like that to Spencer; he was always the perfect gentleman. He stood by her through losing their baby when he could've left. Yeah… they'd had a rough patch, and nearly came apart, but it had been he who'd pulled her out of her depression, and she would love him forever just for that.

She sat down in the easy chair in the corner of their bedroom, as thoughts, and memories chased themselves around in her brain. She remembered the day she first met him, a painfully shy young guy that looked like a college student that someone had given a gun. He hadn't been able to meet her eyes when she shook his hand.

Then there was his 24th birthday party, and the trick candles on the cake she tried to warn him about, but he kept trying to extinguish them anyway. The look on his face when he'd asked her out the very first time. The passage of a long year, and a half before she left the BAU, and he told her he loved her. Christmas time last year, New Years Eve, and the first time they'd made love, moving day, her kidnapping, the loss of their baby. More, and more little things, and big thing flashed through her mind, and she knew it would be ok.

"Hey, are you going to sit there all day, or are you going to get beautiful for my sweet boy." Garcia stood looking ill instead of hung over.

"What - oh yeah I was just thinking - well never mind, how was the hangover cure?" She wondered if it was so great, why Penelope look like JJ always felt in the mornings.

"Yeah… well the nausea takes my mind off the splitting headache." JJ laughed, got out of the chair, and walked over to sling an arm around Penelope.

"Come on, let's get going, I'm not the only one who has to primp. We need to get you looking good for Derek."

"I know… he so doesn't deserve the loveliness that is me!"

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After standing under blistering hot water for twenty minutes, Spencer began to fell less than road kill, and more like a human being. His head was still pounding, but the urge to just kill himself had passed which was probably a good thing, maybe.

He walked gingerly down to the kitchen after throwing on a sweater, and jeans, leaving his feet bare. As a result, he entered the kitchen silently, and witnessed an interesting moment between his boss, and his wife. The Hotchner's were standing near the sink, and making out. He didn't mean to watch but he couldn't help himself, after all this was a side to his boss he'd never seen before. They looked very happy, and Spencer was glad, if they could be happy after several years of marriage, then maybe he and Jen would be okay.

Not that he was having doubts, he told himself it was just nerves, and after all he loved Jen with all of his heart. He knew that she loved him too, it was just a question of would it last through the years. And they had a baby on the way; it felt like things were moving too fast. He realized it had been a mutual decision for them to conceive a child, but did they rush into it too fast out of grief for their lost baby?

He stood their lost in thought, and didn't see the Hotchner's break of their kiss, and turn his way. Aaron smiled at Haley, and then put on his most stern office face.

"Hey Reid, were you going to just stand there peeping, or were you going to say good morning."

Seeing the look on Hotch's face made Reid flush scarlet and Haley laughed. "Oh come one Aaron, be nice to the poor man. He's getting married today."

Hotch smiled wider than Reid had ever seen, as he walked across the kitchen, and slapped him on the shoulder. "I'm just fooling with you Spencer. How are you feeling now?"

"I could do with a glass of water." Haley pulled a glass out of the cabinet, and filled it from the refrigerator.

He gulped it down, and asked for another one. After four large glasses, Hotch said in amazement, "Ah - Reid, why are you trying to drown yourself?"

"Well, the cause of hangovers is mostly due to dehydration, and the destruction of vitamin B12 in the blood. So if you have shellfish, fish, meats or dairy products, I could use something to eat."

Haley just stared at him, Aaron had told her about Reid tendency to spout of useless trivia, but this was the first time she'd seen him in action, so to speak.

"Um… okay you want some scrambled eggs with your coffee," she asked.

"Yeah that would be nice, did Aaron tell you I like lots of sugar in my coffee?"

"Yes, Reid you'll get your coffee the way you like it," Hotch said sounding like an over indulgent parent. He was trying not to laugh at the nonplussed look on his wife's face.

Haley made brunch for everyone, and laughed when Jack tried to climb on to Reid's lap. It was hilarious to see the look of pure terror on his face. She thought he'd better get used to the idea of having a child around.

"By the way Hotch, where is Morgan," Reid asked as they helped Haley clear the table, and load the dishwasher.

"I shooed him out the door, the last thing I need is a hung over Derek Morgan to deal with. He's a big boy he can take care of himself."

"But-"

"Don't worry Reid; he'll be at the church ready to stand up for you." No one had been surprised that Spencer had asked Morgan to be his best man. They were shocked when JJ asked Garcia to stand up for her.

"Come on," Hotch said, when the last dish was in the washer, "let's go watch the game."