Placing the cooked turkey on the counter Jess turned to the vegetables that she wanted to prepare for tomorrows dinner. She was so excited, she had cooked last years for Daphne and now she was standing here cooking for Spencer. Her mind wandered to her fathers Christmas dinners, all the different meats, vegetables and condiments and then all the desserts. She looked over at Spencer who was sitting in the fireside armchair reading a book, wearing them god awful glasses. She smiled to herself they were truly horrid and looked like something her grandpa would have worn, but on Spencer, they were just damn sexy. Christmas dinner at home was always a massive affair. Grandma and Grandpa Lambart, her and her parents and then Daphne and her parents. Same crowd every time Jess wondered how many she'd be cooking for in the future. Would her and Spencer last? Would they have kids? She glanced up again. "If we were to have kids…How many would we have?"

Spencer looked up at her a surprise look on his face. "Kids?"

"Yeah kids. You know little people. They start off little and grow up. I'm assuming you, at some pint, was one. I was. Children, offspring, the result of reproduction…How many do you want?" Putting down the knife Jessica put the cut carrots in a pan of water and started on the brussels..

"We don't have to talk about it yet."

"Well, I think we do. I mean most people in relationships tend to have a positive view that they'll last the years. I love you and you said you love me and we are in a relationship. So I kind of automatically assumed that we were aiming for the long haul, as in, until we kill over. Clearly I was wrong."

Spencer put his book down and walked to the kitchen area. "You weren't, of course I want to grow old with you, its just something that I'd like to talk about another time."

"Why? Don't you want a family?" Sighing Jess rubbed forehead. "It was just a question, you should of just answered it now its turned into some big deal."

"I don't think we can…" Spencer said with his back to her as he began peeling potatoes, knowing he wouldn't be able to concentrate on his book now.

"..Oh…oh!" Jessica looked at him. "Well there are other ways of having a family."

"What..? What! No! I didn't mean that, no." Spencer turned to her and shook his head pulling one of his many faces. "There's nothing wrong there, I mean I hope not. It's my family. Can we talk about this after Christmas?"

"Hell no, you can't open the closet door and expect the skeleton to stay inside. Anyway, every family has a nutter." Seeing the look on Spencer's face Jessica looked away. "Oh boy." Taking his hand she led him back into the seating area. "Spill."

"It's…" Spencer looked at her, he didn't want to have to tell her. He knew it would come up one day, but he had been hoping he could enjoy being in a normal relationship for a bit longer. "My dad left when I was ten and that left me and my mom…I er, had her committed when I turned eighteen." Jessica watched him, feeling guilty that she had pushed him to tell her this. He clearly struggled with what ever he was holding back. "She has paranoid schizophrenia. Even before my dad left, it was hard. I don't think I could put a child through that…it can be hereditary."

"Ok, well two things. You talk like you expect me to walk away like your dad did, not going to happen. Even if the worse case scenario happened. I could never leave a child to deal with it. Secondly, I love you. The man sitting next to me. If growing up you hadn't of gone through what you did, and no it wasn't fair, then you wouldn't be you. You might not have joined the FBI. Might not live where you do. You just wouldn't be you, the perfect, sweetest, kindest man I've ever met, and I just couldn't love you the way I do." Taking his hand she gave him a small smile. "We've got to play the cards we're dealt, what kind of game would it be if we just sat there because we were scared we'd get cards that would put us out of the game?"

"Because I'm from Las Vegas?"

Shaking her head Jessica smiled. "No me and Daph used to complain to our grandpa about our parents being unfair and he'd always say "You play the hand you're dealt, and you play it to the best of your ability. The rest is irrelevant." It was ages before we realised he wasn't going mad and talking about a card game but life."

Putting a arm around Jessica's shoulders Spencer leant in for a kiss. "It'll have to be a odd number."

"Oh gosh my poor Queen Victoria."

"Pardon?"

"Well I refuse to have a only child. I was one you're one, nah it's crap. So we have to have two, you want a odd number pushing it to three. Minimum."

"We're going to need a big apartment."

"I'm not having three kids in a apartment. I want a house."

"Blimey, Morgan was right. Once you females get comfortable the demands start."

"You wanna watch what bits of Morgan's advice you listen to. It could get you in trouble."

Opening her eyes it took Jessica a moment to remember that she was in a cabin deep in the woods and that it was Christmas day. Checking her phone she saw it was half six. Well that was late enough. Crawling to the end of their bed, Jessica grabbed her Christmas stocking and then crawled back. "Go to sleep." The body next to her murmured into the pillow.

"Spency, it's Christmas Day!" She exclaimed as she emptied the contents of her stocking into her lap. She knew Daphne had put it together as she had for Daphne, Jessica had also done Spencer's to much complaining.

"It's not Christmas Day until it's daytime, it's still dark out."

"What ever." Opening her presents Jessica blushed as she saw the naughty presents Daphne had wrapped up. "If we get snowed in we have plenty of condoms." Spencer groaned into his pillow. Looking at the tubes and packages in her lap. "There's just so much, if you don't get up soon, we won't have time to- Oh screw this!" Throwing everything on the floor Jessica dived under the covers. Spencer Reid was getting up if he liked it or not. It took a few minutes but soon he was wide awake. Climbing out of bed she passed him his stocking.

"But…you-It's Christmas Day." Spencer looked at her disappointed.

"It's still dark out." She imitated. Stopping at the bedroom door she smiled sweetly at him. "Christmas to me as Halloween is to you. The sooner we open our presents out there, the sooner you get the rest of your present…and more of course." Jessica had barely made it to the tree to turn on the lights when she heard Spencer hurrying in, bringing his stocking with him. He gave a unimpressed look before setting about opening his presents.

While he was occupied Jessica set about starting the fire and then put the kettle on knowing that Spencer would have a different outlook on the day once he had coffee in him. A slice of bread each for toast, Jessica set out plates and mugs for them. "Socks!" Well at least he was starting to sound happier. Making Spencer's coffee she took it over to him. She couldn't help but laugh, he had already pulled on two odd socks and was wearing the tie she had brought him. "Ooo." Smirking Jessica went back to the kitchen. "What would Santa say if he knew about this?"

"Oh I think Father Christmas expects us to be naughty sometimes. You should see what Daphne filled my stocking with, it would make him blush." Sipping her tea, she checked on their toast under the grill. "Toast is done!"

The day went by nicely. After they had opened their presents they had showered and got dressed. Heading out into the woods they had enjoyed a nice walk in the snow, Jessica insisted on a snowman being built. They arrived back at the cabin in time to put dinner on and settled in front of the fire as they waited for the potatoes and other vegetables to cook. By the time dinner was done Jessica was sure Spencer had worn each piece of clothing he had received as a present. Over dinner Jessica discussed the possibility of them going to England for a holiday in the summer and was happy when Spencer agreed saying he'd look into holiday dates once he got back. After dinner Spencer read poems from a book that his mother had sent him Tucked under his arm, Jessica cuddled up to his side, with her head resting on his chest. As romantic as sitting in front of a fireplace on Christmas day being read to was Jessica could think of other things hat she enjoyed with Spencer.

"Would you like the rest of your present now…Doctor?" Spencer snapped the book closed, slid away from her and led her back to bed.