Author's Note: Thank you all so much for the reviews for last chapter!

I hope you enjoy this final installment of 'Wing Man.' I think I fell in love with Reid all over again writing this. LOL

~Angie

Emily would have laughed, but she was too busy consoling herself with the fact that the first words out of Spencer's mouth hadn't been, "I hate babies." In fact, his words hadn't been anti-baby at all.

"OK," Spencer said, lowering himself back down onto the mattress. "I just realized how dumb I sounded."

Emily hurried to the bed and positioned herself next to him so she was sitting on her knees. "You didn't sound dumb," she assured him. "Just…shocked. Trust me…I know the feeling."

"You were shocked, too?" he asked.

She nodded. "Reid, I've been broken up with my last boyfriend, Dylan for almost four months. I didn't even take anything we'd bought together, because I didn't want anything to remember him by." She sighed. "He's already married."

"He's already married? How'd he get over you so fast?" Reid asked in disbelief.

Emily sat there for a moment before a slow grin made its way across her features. He made her feel good about herself without even trying. "That was…the best question anyone could have asked," she told him. "He…he wasn't in love with me when I left. Said he didn't think he ever had been."

Spencer reached for her hand and pulled it to his lips, placing a tender kiss on her knuckles. "I'm sorry," he said softly.

Emily, who had never blushed a day in her life, felt herself flush at his genuine concern. "It's probably for the best," she told him.

"Why's that?" Spencer asked.

"Because he…he doesn't want this baby," she told him.

"He told you that?" Spencer asked in surprise.

Emily bit her lower lip as she nodded slowly.

"What kind of man—" Spencer halted abruptly. He'd been about to ask what kind of man could desert his own child, but that was a question he'd been wrestling with for over half his life. He was quite certain he'd never going to get the answer he was looking for. "Did you get it in writing?" he asked instead.

Emily shook her head. "Not yet."

Reid nodded thoughtfully.

"Spencer," she said carefully. "I need to know what this means for us. I thought we were on our way to…well, somewhere. I mean…clearly my pregnancy is a roadblock. But I need to now how much of one it is. Are we…done?" she asked.

He studied her face for a minute before looking away. "I don't know," he answered honestly. "This is…this is a lot to absorb, Emily."

"Have you ever thought about having kids?" she asked.

"I've thought about it," he told her.

"And?" she persisted softly. "I'm only pushing because…I wasted so many years with Dylan, and if you already know that you don't want kids…well, I'm having this baby. I don't want to waste your time. Or mine." She pulled the hand he was still holding away and placed both her palms protectively over her belly. "Ours," she corrected.

"Emily—"

"And I don't want to get my hopes up any more than they already are, Spencer," she told him.

One of the things that had continually drawn him to her was her candor, and this conversation was no exception. Reid could feel his attraction growing every time she spoke so openly with him. But the fact of the matter was…a baby was a big deal, rendering parenthood equally important. If he made this commitment, then as far as he was concerned, he was in it was for life. He'd decided a long time ago that no matter the circumstances, he was going to be there for his children. He bore too many scars from his own upbringing to consider anything less.

"I like babies," Reid said. "I like kids. Of course, they don't always return the sentiment," he admitted. "But I…I need some time to think, Emily," he told her.

She bowed her head as she nodded, and then lifted her eyes to his. "I understand," she said. She smiled sadly at him, then moved to the side of the mattress and stood. "I'll…see you on Monday," she said.

Reid stood up and placed himself between Emily and the door. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"You…said you wanted time to think," she reminded him.

"I don't have to be alone to think," he informed her.

She stood there for a moment before nodding uncertainly. "OK."

It was two a.m., and Emily was in a deep slumber beside him, but Reid couldn't sleep. His eyes were itchy so he made his way to the bathroom off his bedroom and removed his contacts. He usually read when he couldn't sleep, but he didn't want the light to wake Emily up. He was just about to climb back into bed when he suddenly remembered something.

"Reid?" Emily mumbled hours later.

"Hmmm?" he asked distractedly.

"Have you been up all night?" she asked sleepily, looking at the clock on the nightstand. It was five a.m., and he was just as he'd been earlier when he'd started is search for a condom…shirtless with his belt, button, and zipper open. However, he was wearing one item that surprised her. "I didn't know you wore glasses," she told him.

"Yep," he mumbled.

She pushed herself up onto her elbows with a yawn. "What are you doing?" she asked.

He tore his eyes away from the dimly lit screen in his hand. "I'm reading."

"What are you reading?" she asked.

"What to Expect When Your Wife Is Expanding," he answered.

"What?" she asked. Suddenly wide awake, she moved to a sitting position.

"It's a companion piece to What to Expect When You're Expecting," he informed her. "Well, it's more of a parody, really, and not as helpful as the name suggests. I was going to wait until morning so I could go to a bookstore, but then it dawned on me." He held up the thin contraption in his hand. "Garcia got me this Kindle for Christmas last year."

"You read the entire book last night?" she asked.

He nodded. "Twice, actually. I read 20,000 words a minute," he admitted sheepishly.

"You…read this book for my baby?" she asked, touched that he'd even thought of it.

"And for you," he said softly.

"I don't…I don't know what to say."

"Then I'll talk. You asked if I wanted kids, and I do. I want them five or ten years from now."

Emily sighed.

"But life is about compromise, right? Five years is going to go by like that." He snapped his fingers for emphasis. "And how much more am I going to know in five years? Realistically speaking, not much."

"Spencer, five years earlier than you planned is a big compromise," she said. "I don't want to ever feel like this baby was forced on you. And I don't want you to feel like that, either."

"I won't," he promised. "I won't ever feel like that, Emily. I may have wanted to wait five years, but…you're here now. And you're something I don't want to miss out on because 'the timing wasn't right.'"

"Spencer—"

"Tell me you think we can do this," he said.

"You said you needed time to think. I don't want to rush you," she insisted quietly.

"I process much more quickly than others," he informed her. "I'm done thinking about it." He grinned. "Besides, if I want to reap the benefits of those pregnancy hormones, I need to jump on board now," he teased.

She laughed softly.

"Our relationship will just have challenges that aren't traditional…but that's something I've been facing my whole life. Why should now be any different?" He paused, and when she didn't say anything, he went on. "I'm crazy about you, Emily. I'm falling in love with you. I want be with you for this. All of it."

"We haven't even slept together, and I think this is the most serious relationship I've ever had," Emily said, picking her at her fingernails nervously.

He smiled tenderly at her. "Maybe that's what makes it so special," he said softly.

And with those words, Emily Prentiss tumbled full on, head over heels, in love with Spencer Reid. She lifted her mouth to his and gave him a sound kiss. "I think you're right."

"So…what do you say?"

She laughed. "I thought I was going to have to convince you to stay with me."

Reid grinned. "I don't care who does the convincing as long as the other one gives in."

Emily smiled. "This is me giving in," she told him.

"Well, I happen to like this side of you," he remarked. "And you know what?"

"What?" she asked.

"I see a happen ending in our…" He reached for her hand and moved it to her belly, then splayed his own over hers. "In our future."

Emily grinned. "You know what else Isee in our future?" she asked in a low voice.

"What?" Reid asked, his throat suddenly dry.

"Lovemaking," she informed him, as she leaned up and tugged gently on his earlobe with her teeth. "Lots and lots of lovemaking."

"But…we still don't have a condom," he reminded her.

"Well…you can't knock me up. And I just had my yearly physical for the government six weeks ago," she told him. "I'm fine."

"I've never had sex without a condom," he admitted.

"Then we should be fine," she said breathlessly, as she straddled his lap. "We should be juuust fine."

Reid grinned as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "I promise you, Emily. We're going to be much better than fine."

***THE END***

Author's Note: The prompt for this chapter was 'Prentiss and Reid officially declare their feelings for each other.'

There will be a sequel to this story at some point focusing on Emily and Spencer's fears about parenthood and vocalizing their 'I Love Yous' to each other. I think they made it clear they wanted to be together, but they still need to say the 'I Love Yous!' Or, at the very least, I need to hear them! LOL

Thanks so much for reading this one! I had a lot of fun writing this, and I enjoyed seeing how two authors could have such different visions for the same prompts! Thank you to dustytiger for inviting me to do this with you! I had a blast!

~Angie