A/n here's the last chapter. Thank you all for your support. You're the best

Rosa slipped quietly into the living room and curled up on the big easy chair. She'd bought it for him for Christmas, but he wasn't sitting in it so she decided it was fair game for getting comfy on the day after Christmas and a long flight home the previous night. It was the best perch for sitting and watching Spencer, who lay stretched out on the couch, and wrapped up in the handmade, red, orange and yellow knitted throw he'd given her for Christmas.

She giggled at the thought of each of them stealing the other's gift, but clammed up when he snorted and turned over to his right side. His wavy, golden brown hair fell over his face and she frowned. Where was the fun in watching him sleep if his beautiful - carved by a clever angel- face was out of sight?

"Hey," she said and he jerked. "Wake up sleepy head, it's after 1 pm and I'm hungry."

He snorted, turned over to his back and stretched his arms over his head. His eyes blinked sleepily and he said in a querulous tone. "Don't want to get up."

"Too bad. We were up till two this morning then you slept till 11:30 and then you took a shower and bunked down out here. You won't sleep tonight if you don't get up and try to resemble a living, human being."

He glared at her, but pushed up to a sitting position and yawned. "Where's coffee?"

"I'm not your maid, Dr. Reid. Make it yourself."

"Fine."

He pushed to his feet, shuffled forward a couple of paces, then stopped and sniffed the air. His eyes blinked in the afternoon sunlight streaming in from the windows. His kitchen table was full of tempting goodies, including and most importantly, a pot of fresh coffee. Rosa giggled and went to his side. "Aren't you ashamed for the rotten things you were just thinking about me?"

He rubbed his fingers over his eyes and glanced at her. "You did all this."

"Yeah, you're the one that can sleep through a hurricane. I only woke you because brunch is ready and I'm starved."

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Then he hurried to the table and poured out a steaming cup of coffee. She watched him, with some amusement, add three teaspoons of sugar to the mug, stir, blow on it and sip it. He sighed with happiness and pulled out a chair at the table.

"Would you two like to be alone?" She chuckled.

He looked up at her with some annoyance then smiled his wonderful little smile. "The next time I ask someone to marry me, they'll be sweet, charming and completely okay with my second love."

"I'm glad to know I rank above a cup of coffee." She said dryly while nibbling on a crisp piece of bacon.

He grinned at her and indicated the chair across the table. "Sit, eat."

"How are you, really?" She inquired.

"I'm fine, why do you ask?"

"I'm just wondering if you're upset that we couldn't stay longer in Las Vegas."

"Hey," he reached across and slid his fingers over her hand. "I saw my mom and spent some time with Mary. I'm perfectly fine."

"I'm glad."

They ate in comfortable silence and he did the dishes when they finished. She was on the couch, dressed in tattered jeans, a red sweater with white snowflakes, and thick red and white striped socks on her feet. She cuddled up into his arms when he joined her.

"Now it's my turn to ask you if you're okay."

"Why?"

"Because we didn't see your parents."

She pulled away to sit up and look straight into his soulful eyes. "My mom and dad go off on their own every second Christmas. They claim the time away is essential for their relationship."

"Yes, but we're engaged. Telling them on Skype isn't the same thing as being there in person to freak out with your sister and mom."

"Excuse me, freak out."

He went rosy in the cheeks. "You know what I mean. You were squealing like a little girl with Lee."

She smacked him on the shoulder. "Not funny, Dr. Reid."

He laughed and pulled her back into his embrace even though she tried to fight him off. She finally gave up, and kissed him until he couldn't catch his breath.

"I think you should apologize."

"For telling the truth," he inquired. "I don't think so."

"No problem, querido. I'll have my revenge when you tell Morgan."

"We don't squeal like school girls," Reid squeaked.

"That may be true, but I'm sure he'll be teasing you from now until the wedding."

Spencer shrugged his shoulders. "I don't care."

When he wouldn't make eye contact with her, she smirked like a satisfied cat. "You can say you don't care until doomsday, but I know better."

"Can't we enjoy the day without talking about Morgan and his reaction to our impeding nuptials?"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I'd rather talk about you," he said.

"Me."

"Yes, you."

He pulled away from her and took both her hands into his grasp. He studied her engagement ring for a moment then raised the hand to her lips and kissed her finger.

"Thank you for saving my life," he said quietly.

"I didn't save your life," she said as tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.

"Yes, you did. You saved me from living my life thinking that no one would ever love me again. You saved me from giving into despair after I lost Maeve."

She hugged him tightly and felt the beat of his heart through his sweater. He smelled like coffee and it made her smile.

"You saved me too, you know?"

"I did?"

"Yes, I was just going through the motions when we met, trying to convince myself that I was happy. Then I met you and I knew you were the missing piece. You brought me Mary and I'll always love you for that."

"Aren't kick ass liberated women supposed to be above needing a man," he said.

"You had to ruin a perfectly good romantic moment," she laughed through tears.

"Sorry."

"I don't care what a woman is supposed to do. I need you and I'm not afraid to say it."

"I need you too."

They sat in happy silence until she said. "What are we going to do for the rest of the day?"

"I can think of so many things."

She rolled her eyes. "That doesn't involve the bedroom, Spencer."

"Well, if you're going to ruin the wonderful Christmas fantasy I was just having…"

She turned in his arms, and gave him what he called her look of death. "You're incorrigible."

"You love it," he reminded her.

"Yes I do."

"Why don't we stay here and relax?"

She kissed him. "Relaxing is good."

THE END