The Most Life Changing Thing

Reid and Prentiss

Chapter Twenty Two

June 2011

"I like to think of myself as a pretty smart woman," Emily said, as she rested with her back against Reid's chest while they sat in a lounge chair at the beach house they had rented "so you would think I would know better than to get pregnant in October so my due date would be in the thick of summer."

At eight months pregnant she was feeling heavy and uncomfortable, moving a lot slower than usual, and always complaining about being hot. This trip to the beach was just for a couple of days in the middle of the week when Reid got time off work unexpectedly after a long case.

It would be their last chance to get away together before the baby was born.

"More children are born in the summer than any other time of the year in the United States. In Japan it's the opposite with more children being born in winter, due to the fact that Spring is a traditional time for marriages to take place and children are conceived soon after."

"Well I should have went to the clinic sooner so this kid would be here by now."

Reid lifted an ice cube out of his glass of water and gently ran it over her neck, making her squeal and then moan as he moved the ice down to circle her nipple. She was so sensitive that she threw back her head in pleasure, resting it on his shoulder, and her fingers gripped the chair.

With her eyes tightly closed she was lost in sensory overload as she felt Reid surrounding her- his hand on her breast, gently massaging, his mouth on her throat, nipping and sucking, his leg looped over her leg and his other hand lightly stroking against the bare skin of her leg, exposed under the maternity dress she wore.

Every day their intimacy grew as they moved closer to bringing this child into the world. There were no more doubts or questions about if they were doing this together. Reid had read every book he could get his hands on about parenting, written his mother a letter a day about her coming grandchild and how wonderful Emily's love was for his life, and already child proofed Emily's whole apartment.

A part of her wished they would get married before the baby was born, making Reid the legal father because the baby was born during their marriage, but they weren't ready for that yet. They hadn't even brought it up to each other. She knew that one day they would get there though. Right now they were still building the trust and commitment between them.

Sometimes they got into little fights if one of them was in a cranky mood but usually they were in perfect tune with each other. Reid going away on cases meant she would long for him while he was gone and they would always have sex just as soon as he got back home.

They never had sex outside before though, as they were right now. Shrouded by darkness and shrubs on the patio of the beach house there was little chance of anyone seeing them though. The cool breeze somewhat helped with how warm Emily felt. The beach house only had large ceiling fans and no air conditioning. She should have figured something was up when the brochure said the place was rustic with no television, dish washer or other modern conveniences. Not having TV or a dish washer was no big deal but no air conditioning was proving a problem.

At the moment though she wasn't concerned about the long, hot night ahead, instead she was moaning in ecstacy at the hot moment she was sharing with her lover.

"Spencer," she breathed out his name in pleasure, right after his fingers had slid beneath her loose fitting sun dress and pushed aside her panties, stroking through her wetness.

Barely there touches left her panting for more friction until she was lifting her hips to try and get some relief. He rolled her onto her side and moved behind her,helping her out of her panties before undoing his cargo shorts to push them down. Thrusting into her slowly he murmured words of love against her neck..

"Mmm, you feel so good, Emily. So perfect. So beautiful. Everything I want and need. Everything I love."

"Yes, Spencer, yes. Oh God! Right there. Right there."

Long minutes passed as they rocked against each other, with him kissing and sucking on her shoulder and throat, until she started to grow more frantic, speeding them up and crying out for release. Slipping his fingers between her thighs he tapped and stroked her clit.

Her cry of pleasure pierced the night air, followed by his loud moan and then soft panting of her name after he relaxed against her. A few minutes later she rolled over, gave him a slow, soft kiss, and then rested her head on his chest.

"Its gonna suck when we have to wait two months to have sex after I give birth."

"Its actually typically six weeks that a doctor recommends a woman refrains from intercourse."

"It could be ten weeks or twelve, who knows how I'll feel."

"You're right. That is gonna suck," he agreed, making them both chuckle. He played with her hair as they lay there, her listening to the sound of his heart and he listened to the sound of her breathing, mixed with the sound of the ocean lapping the shore in the distance.

She ran her fingers down his arm and then tangled her fingers with his. A minute later he said "Lately you've been rubbing my ring finger quite often."

"Oh. Sorry about that. Its subconscious, that's all."

"I've been thinking a lot about us getting married too."

She lifted her head and met his eyes, staring in them for a long moment.

He went on "I want to marry you very much, Emily."

"I know," she said, in a sweet tone. "I can feel it. And I hope you feel how much I want to marry you too."

"Yeah, I do." He placed his hand on her protruding baby bump. "And I bet this one would like us to get married too, don't you think?"

She smiled, getting a little teary. "Yeah, she votes yes to Mommy and Daddy getting hitched but Reid we should wait till the time is right for us."

He nodded, searching her eyes. "Sure. I plan to ask you in a much bigger, grander way, fit for one of your romantic myths. I want to do everything right too."

She chuckled and laid her head on his chest again. "Its not about the proposal, its about being ready."

"I feel ready."

Her head popped up again, now with a bigger smile on her face. "You are?"

He nodded. "I feel more ready to be your husband than I felt ready to start college at 12 or to join the FBI at 22. I'm ready for this..." he ran his hand over her stomach lovingly "my wife, my daughter. I wouldn't have thought a year ago I'd be ready but I also didn't think a year ago you'd ever want to kiss the nerdiest man you ever met."

She laughed, through some tears. "I always told you I'm a nerd too."

"What about you? Are you ready?"

She nodded, her voice breaking. "Yeah, I am."

Their lips came together in a tender kiss. Against her lips he asked, huskily, "Marry me?"

"Hell yes I will!" she murmured before kissing him again.

She didn't want them to rush into a marriage just because the baby was almost here but it wasn't that fact that was driving her decision tonight. The baby brought them even closer together but she would have loved him anyway. She had, in fact, and she knew now she always would.

(Even if I'd seen it coming,

you would have still seen me running

straight into your arms.

I would have loved you anyway.

I'd do it all the same.

Not second I would change.

Not a touch that I would trade...

I would have loved you anyway) (Trisha Yearwood)