It is not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness.-Charles Spurgeon

Spencer didn't know what to say. He was actually surprised to hear her say this. "You're parents?" Spencer asked. Amber nodded. "Alright," he said as they headed into the Indian restaurant. They waited to be seated, silence fell between them. A waitress motion for them to follow her, they walked over and she told them to follow her to their seats. They took their seats at a two chair table, she told them she would be back to get them something to drink.

Amber looked at the menu, her eyes peering over the menu to look at Spencer. "Are you mad at me?"

Spencer looked up from his menu, a confused look was on his face. "Why on earth would I be mad at you?"

Amber shrugged, "I don't know,"

Spencer shifted in his seat. "I've just been thinking. What if your parents don't like me?"

Amber shook her head at him and lightly laughed, "Spencer, they will love you!" she reassured.

"You said they live in Texas," Spencer asked. Amber nodded. "Alright, I'll get a long weekend off of work and we can go see them."

Amber squealed in excitement, "Yay," She then cleared her throat and straightened up. Spencer had a smirk on his face, he loved having her around. She made him happy, having someone like that to be there for him when he came home from a long day of seeing bloody crime scenes, people getting shot and traveling to different states. Since she made him happy, making her happy was the least he could do.

The next day, Amber was up before Spencer, she was looking up flights to go to Texas. Spencer walked over to her at the kitchen table. "What are you doing up?" He asked as he poured himself a pot of coffee.

"Looking up flights." She said without looking up from her laptop.

"Don't you have finals this week?" He asked taking a sip of coffee.

Amber nodded. "Yeah, I'm looking for going on Friday, when my finals are done."

"And how is that going?"

"What?" Amber asked, as if she didn't know what he was talking about.

Spencer glared at her. "You know what I'm talking about, Missy."

Amber let out a heavy sigh. "It's going,"

Spencer sat down on the chair across from her. "If you need help..."

"I know I'll ask you for help," Amber recalled cutting him off.

"Alright," Spencer said as he sat back in his chair. "I just don't want you to fail."

Amber drew in a deep breath and exhaled. "I know. I just want you be proud of me, passing by myself, without help."

"Amber, if you need help, you need it. It doesn't mean I won't be proud of you." Spencer reassured.

Amber took a sip of her coffee. "I know." she said casually.

Spencer grasped his coffee mug harder, he watched as Amber got up from her chair, walked over to him and kissed his forehead. A smile crept up on Spencer's lips. She walked over to the sink, set her cup in the sink and sighed. " I don't mean to sound like..." Spencer trailed off.

"I know," Amber said. "I just don't want to fail, because if I fail you will probably break up with me." Amber turned and faced the man. She was still standing near the sink.

Spencer shot out of his chair, almost taking his coffee cup with him, causing him to spill some coffee on the table. He walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders, he looked into her eyes and said, "I would never, ever, break up with you for that. You are smart,Amber. Even if you did fail a class, it doesn't mean you aren't smart. And I would never fall out of love with you for it. I fell in love with you, for you." Amber stared at him. Her eyes searching for answers in his. Spencer took his hands off her shoulders, he straightened up and put his hands in his pockets. " I understand that you feel that we are different, but that's why I am interested in you," A smirk crossed his lips. "I find it...titillating." Spencer smiled.

Amber tilted her head at him, trying to contain her laughter. "Titillating? You can't say sexy?"

Spencer lightly chuckled. "Sexy, that you were working in a book store. I remember the night I first ran into you. You had your hair up in a bun, wearing your glasses, and you...just had something about you." he tried to explain.

Amber flashed him a big smile, she remembered that day. " And look at what you got yourself into."

Spencer took his hands out of his pockets, stepped closer to Amber,and used his index finger to lightly tilt up her chin to look up at him. "What I got is a beautiful, sweet, and smart woman," Spencer whispered. His nose lightly touching hers.

A smiled slipped upon Amber's lips. Their lips touched and a spark ignited between them. Spencer placed his hands gently on her face, bringing his lips closer to hers. Amber moved her body closer to his as they continued to kiss. Amber wrapped her arms around his waist, making their bodies touch. Spencer's breathing got heavy, he continued to kiss her, their lips only parting for air. Spencer ran his hands through her hair, his hands landed on her back and moved down lower on her body. Spencer took his lips off hers, his lips went to her neck and Amber moved her hands up his back. Spencer lightly kissed her soft, supple skin on her neck. Amber pursed her lips in pleasure, she wanted to rip his clothes off and have her way with him. But she contained her excitement, ruining the moment by saying breathlessly, "It's getting late, you're going to be late for work."

Spencer stopped kissing her neck, he sighed as he straightened up, his hands never leaving her lower back. He leaned in to her, giving her a passionate kiss on the lips. They pulled apart, and Spencer was smiling at her. Amber smiled back sweetly. Amber's arms were still wrapped around his waist, so she gave him a quick squeeze, he returned the hug and they pulled part. Amber was still taken aback, discombobulated, she had to lean against the counter and take a deep breath. She was a bit flustered and her face was flushed. Spencer pursed his perfect lips together as he walked out of the kitchen,he headed to the bedroom and got ready to go to work. He caught himself smiling from time to time as he got ready, making Amber flustered like that, he never thought he could ever make a girl feel like that.

Spencer stepped into the bullpen of the BAU. It was rather quiet that morning, Spencer had gotten there early, he wanted to talk to Hotch about letting him get the weekend off. Spencer made his way to the steps to the offices of his superiors. Hotchner's door was open, of course. He probably had gotten there at about six-thirty that morning. Spencer knocked on the open door, he saw Hotchner with his head down, scribbling something down on a notepad. Hotchner looked up at the sound of Spencer's knock.

"Hello, come in Reid," the older man said as he looked back down at what was on his desk. Spencer stepped into the room and walked over to Hotch's desk. "what's wrong Reid?"

"Nothing," Spencer said with his head down. "I...uh...need some time off," he mumbled.

Hotchner looked up at him, Spencer could feel his eyes on him and looked up. "Okay," Hoch simply said.

Spencer's eyes got big, he was surprised he didn't even ask. "You're not even going to ask why?"

"Alright, I'll bite. Why?" he asked, putting down his pen.

Spencer regretted pointing out why Hotch had not asked why he wanted off. "I...well Amber, wants me to meet her family. More specifically, her parents."

"Ah, I see." Hotch said as he shifted in his chair.

"I know you don't really...approve of Amber."

Hotch gave him a look of confusion. "That's not true," Hotch replied. "I just don't want her to hurt you."

Spencer was experiencing a lot of surprises from Hotch this morning. "I didn't know...you were so..."

"I want you to be happy Reid. You deserve it," Hotch reassured, cutting him off. "I don't want you to be unhappy because our work gets in the way of our personal life. You deserve time off anyways, in the three years you have been here, you have worked almost everyday."

"I know that Hotch,"

"So, then why did you think I would deny your request to take time off?" Hotch asked, his head cocked to the side.

"Because, you don't seem too fond of Amber...I could hear you, Morgan and Rossi talking about us."

Hotch sighed, his eyes darted away from Spencer's, " I just want you to be careful." he said as he looked back at the agent.

Spencer crossed his arms over his chest. "Is this because she is my first real girlfriend? And because I'm the youngest of the team? I respect that you care about me, but I can see when something is wrong. I am a profiler. I can look out for myself. " Spencer defended himself, talking so fast, Hotch blinked at him a few times, trying to digest what he had just heard.

"This isn't just for me, it is in the best interest of them team. If you and Amber break up, you could jeopardize the balance of the team," Hotch said as gently as he could.

Spencer shook his head in doubt, "We won't break up," Spencer informed, a hint of anger in his voice. "and even if we did, it would not compromise the function of the team."

Hotchner sighed. "I understand that you feel like you two will be together for ever but.."

"It isn't logical." Spencer said, finishing Hotch's sentence.

Hotch looked at the younger agent, he could see the sadness in his eyes. He shouldn't have said anything. He shot down his hopes,like a parent, telling his kid he will never become an astronaut or a race car driver. "Look, I'm happy for you, I am. But I just want you to know, to be careful."

Spencer pursed his lips, he looked down at his feet for a moment, he then looked up and nodded slowly at Hotch. "I know. I understand your reasoning, I will be careful."

Hotchner nodded once at him and said, "Go with Amber and meet her parents. Enjoy your time off. Alright?"

Spencer bobbed his head up and down a few times. "I will. Thanks...oh and we are leaving Friday, I'll be back by Monday."

"Alright, we may even get out early today, JJ hasn't found the right case yet." Hotch informed him.

"Okay, I guess I'll just work on paperwork." Spencer said as he turned towards the door and then walked out into the bullpen.

Later that night, Amber had arrived home from her Psychology class final. She decided to order pizza for dinner that night, and had bought a bottle of wine to celebrate. Amber set the wine in the fridge and walked out of the kitchen. She walked over to the couch in the living room and plopped down on it. It had been a long day. She worked an 8 hour shift at the bookstore, then went to her class to take her final. Her cell phone started ringing, she sighed as she grabbed her bag off the other side of the couch, she dug around her bag and found her phone. She looked at the screen to see who it was calling, it was Spence.

Amber happily clicked the talk button on her phone, "Hey," she greeted.

"Hello," he replied.

"Are you on your way home?" she asked.

"Yes, I am on my way to my car."

"Good, I ordered pizza and got wine."

"Oh really?" Spencer said sounding intrigued

"Yes," Amber answered.

"What's the occasion?"

"You'll see."

Spencer lightly chuckled on the other end of the phone. "Alright, I should be home soon. See you."

"See you." Amber replied as she ended the call. Amber tossed her phone to the other side of the couch. Amber sat there, not really wanting to move. She sat there for a good twenty minutes before someone rang the doorbell. Amber sighed as she stood up and walked to the door. She opened the door to see the pizza man, but to her surprise it was someone she knew. "Luke?"

Luke's blue eyes lit up, "Hey Amber!" he greeted. Luke was a friend of hers, they had a few classes together. Plus her friend Sarah introduced them when she first moved to D.C. Sarah's boyfriend, Frankie, was friends with Luke. Luke was a great guy. He came from a wealthy family,he was the star quarterback at his high school, that granted him a scholarship. He had bright blue eyes, blond hair and was very handsome, unbelievably handsome.

"I didn't know you were a pizza guy. I thought you had a football scholarship, why are you working?" she asked.

"Well, I want to make a living,not just be some spoiled guy that gets everything handed to him." he explained.

"Good for you," she said as Luke handed her the pizza. Amber walked over to the coffee table and set the pizza down. She walked over to her bag and searched for her wallet.

Luke looked around the living room of the apartment. "This place is nice,"

"Thanks, it's not mine though." she said, continuing to search for her wallet.

"Is it alright if I step in?" Luke asked.

Amber lightly laughed, "Yeah, come on in."

"Thanks," he said as he stepped into the apartment closing the door behind him. "So, whose apartment is this?"

"My boyfriend's," she said.

Luke seemed shocked at the news. "Boyfriend," he said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, he works a lot though,I live here with him and never really see him. But it's fine with me. I really love the guy." she informed as she finally found her wallet. "Ah ha!" she said. She opened up her wallet took out a twenty and a five. She put her wallet back in her bag and stood up. She handed Luke the money and he smiled at her.

"So that's the reason why I haven't heard from you in months." he said.

Amber pursed her lips together, realizing she hadn't talked to him since she met Spencer. "Yeah, sorry about that."

Luke put his hand up, "It's alright." he said as he took the money from her. The front door opened, it was Spencer.

Amber lit up. "Hey Spence." She said as she walked over to him. Spencer leaned down and kissed her on the lips.

"Who's this?" he asked once their lips parted He looked the man up and down. He was noticeably more physically fit than he was. Big muscles, and had little body fat. His teeth were as white as snow,they were perfectly straight. His hair was short, he was trimmed and polished. No blemishes, freckles or moles of any kind on his face. Spencer immediately felt intimidated by this man.

"This is Luke," Amber said, gesturing to the man. "I've known him for a while. He was delivering the pizza and we were catching up."

"Ah," Spencer said as he nodded. He held out a hand for Luke to shake. Luke's eyes narrowed for a moment, then he shook Spencer's outstretched hand. "I'm Spencer," he said.

"Nice to meet you," Luke said, flashing his pearly white smile. Their handshake ended and there was an uncomfortable silence in the room. "Well," Luke announced. "I better get going." Spencer and Amber moved away from the front door. Luke walked over to the door and before shutting the door behind him said, "And Amber, pick up the phone once in awhile and give me a call."

"Will do," Amber promised with a smile. Luke gave her a small nod, he walked out of the apartment, the door shutting behind him. Amber sighed, it felt as if weights had been lifted off her shoulders.

"Please tell me he wasn't the surprise," Spencer inquired as he set down his messenger bag next to the couch.

Amber laughed, "No." She said as she walked to the kitchen door. She quickly went into the kitchen, grabbed two plates,and Spencer appeared from the other side of the door. He grabbed two glasses for wine, and the wine bottle. They walked back into the living room, sat down on the couch and opened up the cardboard box. The smell of the pizza was intoxicating, their stomachs growled, making them realize how hungry they both were. They both grabbed a few pieces and set them on their plates. Spencer popped open the bottle of wine and poured them both a glass.

"So," Spencer started as he filled a glass. The wine glugged as he poured it into the glass. "What are we celebrating?"

"We are celebrating a few things," Amber explained as Spencer handed her a glass.

Spencer held out his glass, waiting to hear the news. "one, our relationship. And two...I got a ninety-one on my Psychology final."

Spencer's face lit up, "Wow Amber! That's great," he exclaimed as they clinked glasses. They then both took a sip from their glasses and set them down. He leaned over and gave her a long kiss on the mouth. They pulled apart and Amber's face turned bright red, from her remembering their mini make out from that morning.

"Yeah," Amber smiled as she tucked her hair behind her ear. She then grabbed a plate, opened the box of pizza and took a slice. Spencer did the same. They were quiet for a while, busy chewing on their dinner. "We should have your team over for dinner."

Spencer almost choked on his bite of pizza. He took a sip of some wine, pounded a fist on his chest to make the food go down,swallowed his food and he cleared his throat. "I...uh...I think that would be great."

Amber narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend. "Really?" she questioned.

Spencer pursed his lips, "Yeah, sure." he answered slowly.

"I just want to get to know them better," Amber confessed.

"Okay, we can have them over when we get back from Texas."

Amber took in a deep breath, then exhaled. "I better learn how to cook then..." she trailed off. Realizing what she had gotten herself into. Amber grabbed her glass of wine and took a sip.

Spencer lightly chuckled. "We could order out," Spencer offered.

Amber bit her lip thoughtfully and narrowed her eyes, trying to weigh her options."Yeah, that would be better, for everyone," Amber responded, her body leaning in towards Spencer. She smiled at him, he looked so handsome that night, but then he always did. Amber took another sip of wine, she could feel the affect of the alcohol in the wine getting to her.

"Did you know, archaeological evidence suggests that the earliest known production of wine, made by fermenting grapes, took place from the late Neolithic or early Chalcolithic, possibly as early as the sixth millennium BC, between the Caucasus and the Middle East, the spread of wine culture westwards was most probably due to the Phoenicians who were centered on the coastal strip of today's Lebanon – itself one of the world's oldest sites of wine production." Spencer revealed, as he took a small sip of wine then set down his glass. Spencer watched his girlfriend as she smiled at him.

"I did not know that," Amber whispered, still smiling at him. Spencer smiled back at her and he slowly leaned in closer her. Her scent was so powerful, it was almost overwhelming. They Their lips met, fitting together perfectly like two pieces to a puzzle.

Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.-Richard Bach

E/N- I took way too long on this chapter. I wanted it to be perfect. I finished it a few days ago but I looked it over so many times. I still don't think it's good enough but oh well. I'll end up going nuts if I keep trying to make it perfect. Thanks for the reviews, faves and follows! They mean a lot to me :) So thank you guys!