AN/A long overdue epilogue to a story that I had a blast writing. I hope you enjoy it! This was my attempt at a JJ/Reid pairing, which is not my specialty, so I'm glad people have liked the story! Thanks to all of you that have reviewed/alerted this story, y'all ROCK!

EPILOGUE

5 years later

"Ah! Mrs. Jennifer! It's been a while!" The portly chef said as he handed JJ her takeout in his thick Italian accent.

"Francenso, it's only been eight days." JJ rebuttled as she handed him her credit card.

"True, but you're normally here every four days." He countered.

"A new Japanese place opened down the street." JJ admitted sheepishly, "I have to rotate."

"Well, I'm glad you got the manicotti, you haven't gotten that in a while. In fact, you haven't gotten it in I'd say, four years." The chef said, staring at her stomach.

"You remember that far?" JJ asked, dazed.

"When someone don't like my manicotti, I remember." The man said in his thick accent.

"Well, I thought I would try it again." JJ lied.

"Or you have got a little bambino who like italian food." Francenso observed. "Good Italian food I might add. Does the husband know?"

"Uh...Well...Er...Not yet. But, I was going to tell him tonight, I promise." She said to his increadulous glare. Then feeling the need to defend herself she added, "He has been gone on a case all week."

"How long you know you are pregnant." The man asked, eyebrows arched in disbelief.

"About a month, but I have a good excuse! You remember how he got last time I was pregnant!" JJ cried, trying to rationalize why she hadn't told her husband of nearly 5 years that she was expecting.

"You work in the same FBI, no?"

"Yeah, but it is different departments." JJ insisted.

"Well, here your food. Promise me you tell husband tonight!"

"What do you think the manicotti is for?" JJ joked, grabbing the bags from the man's hands.

"Say hi to Spencie and little Trevor for me!" Francenso called.

"Will do!" JJ waved at the man before he turned to help his next customer. She felt slightly annoyed, this was the second cook to pick up on her newest pregnancy cravings. The stupid Mexican take out lady--Lupe, started crying for joy when she ordered her sopopillas. JJ silently vowed that she would try new places to get her food. She mentally cursed her mother for not teaching her how to cook, because ever since her and Spence got married, they had it every night. Neither of them could cook at all, several small fires had been started in their attempts to give their small son a home cooked meal--after fire number seven, the local fire Chief--Captain Roberts--had made them promise to never ever try again unless a fireman was present. They almost burnt their small apartment building to a crisp on fire number four, so they readily agreed.

When JJ returned home, she started to put the Italian food in bowls--something that she didn't usually bother with. For about a month and a half she had fooled Spence into thinking she could cook, but now that her facade was long gone, she didn't feel the need to appear domestic. JJ was grateful the Reid had agreed to pick up Trevor from day-care today, it gave her a little more time and energy not spent chasing the rambunctious three year-old. Then JJ contemplated why she still called Spencer 'Reid', seeing as it was her last name too. Deciding it was purely evidence that old habits died hard, she went back to scooping the food into dishes.

"Jayje, I am home. And I brought a very messy boy who wants to see you. I think he said something about you being his favorite person to bathe him." Reid called slamming the door.

"No I didn't! Baths are stupid!" The three year-old called indignantly. JJ walked into the front room to see her baby boy covered in glue and glitter. JJ didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.

"Trevor, Sweetie, what did you do today?" JJ said, wrinkling her nose at the idea that she would be the one to get all of it off of him.

"I played 'Superman', and I ate a cookie and I colored and then I made a picture frame!" The small boy answered, his blonde hair drowning in blue glitter. He handed her a small round picture frame with a small picture of him in it. The frame had large, sporadic spots where Trevor had apparently decided looked better without glitter.

"Wow! Trev, that's...awesome." JJ complimented undecidedly. She looked at Spence urgently.

Understanding JJ's glare he picked up the small boy, mouthing what was unmistakeably You owe me JJ! "Ok buddy, lets hose you off before dinner. If I am not mistaken, its Italian night." Their young son squirmed, trying to get out of his father's grasp.

"NO BATH!" The toddler screamed unsuccessfully as he was carried into the bathroom. JJ laughed lightly, grateful that her husband had taken the bullet this time.

"Do I smell manicotti?" Reid called from the bathroom, confused. He wondered for a moment why, because JJ hated manicotti--especially from Francenso. But his thought process was robbed by the little toddler who kept trying to escape from the torture chamber known as the bathtub.

"You'll see." JJ responded coyly, not wanting her secret to be exposed until the right moment.

"Trevor. Use your fork!" JJ commanded, not needing to look at her son who was practically swimming in spaghetti sauce.

"So, manicotti?" Reid asked, perplexted as to why the sudden change in their meal schedule.

"Spence, do you remember the last time I ordered manicotti from Francenso?" JJ asked, deciding to clue in her genius husband to their upcoming life changing event.

"Yeah. It was November 13, just a couple of days before you had......" Reid's eyes grew to the size of saucers, "And we had manicotti once a week before that, the entire time you were...."

JJ smiled, but remained silent, allowing the profiler to make this discovery on his own.

"Do you mean to tell me, that you're going to....we're going to.....a baby?" Spence sputtered.

JJ nodded and smiled shyly.

"How long?...I mean, how far along are you...I mean are we...I mean?" JJ decided to save her floundering husband.

"I didn't want to say anything until I was sure, but then I wanted the timing to be right. I'm about two months along."

"Two months?" Spence croaked.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner---I knew you had that really bad case in Omaha, and then Trevor got sick, and..." JJ started.

"No. Honey, that's fine. It's just..."

"It's just what?"

"How am I supposed to set up his college fund, I mean, we only have" Reid quickly did the mental calculations in his head "7 months and 21 days to get it all figured out, and what about a new apartment? I mean, we can't have Trevor sharing a room with the baby, especially if it's a girl." JJ smiled at her husband's ranting, happy that he was taking it so well.

"We'll figure it out." She interrupted him as she moved across the table to his side, pulling his face towards hers.

"I love you, Jennifer. Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world." He said, pulling away so that she could see the love for her in his eyes.

"Thank the manicotti." She said as she kissed him again.