A/N: Hello again, everyone! For those who watch Criminal Minds: Evolution, the episode is still getting crazier. But the performances from Paget (if you saw the latest episode, WOW to her performance), Joe, Zach (his character workin' the team's nerves), Kiele, A.J., Allison (the girl who plays Voit's oldest daughter) lately, etc. I still don't own Criminal Minds—sometimes I wish I did. Take one day at a time—that's becoming one of my mottos/mantras.

I hope you liked the surprise I put at the end of the last chapter.

Currently in his home office, for the past eleven minutes, with his hand (his finger and thumb, to be exact) on his cheek, chin, and elbow on the mahogany desk, Spencer had been looking down at Élise's ultrasound pictures.

Eight weeks, Dr. Paterson said she was at. Spencer did a calculation in his head, muttering to himself and thinking back to the last time he and Élise had sex. His mouth dropped at the realization that they must have their unborn child on Father's Day.

But that wasn't on his mind right now. It was the news with his mother. He just got off the phone with Bennington again, and Dr. Norman explained to him that his mother's medications needed to be changed again to stabilize her schizophrenia.

Spencer was too deep in his concentrated state to hear a knock on the door. Someone protruded their head through, and there was Élise. With a small smile, she took a huge step inside and closed the door behind her. "Alexei's napping right now, and Séraphine and Isaac are helping Rose make lunch."

Spencer stroked under his chin. "Mmm…"

Élise strolled towards his desk and played around with some of his pens and pencils, which he kept precisely where they were. "I need to review my itinerary for my upcoming trips."

"Mmm…"

Élise lifted an eyebrow. Immediately, she knew Spencer wasn't listening or even paying attention to her. To see if Spencer was noticing her, she said, "And maybe I'll run off to India with Prince William."

"Yeah, you go do that."

Smirking to herself, Élise banged on his desk three times. He jumped in response and was now surprised by the loud thumping. "Huh, what?" he snorted

"You okay?" Élise had her hands on her hips. "You look like you have a lot on your mind." She spotted the sonogram photos he had on his desk. "I don't blame you if it's about the baby. Believe me, this came as a shock to me, too…"

"It's not about the baby…" Spencer snapped politely at his wife and banged his fists on the desk. Glaring up, he watched Élise taking a couple of steps back and holding her hands up mid-air. He sighed and apologized. "I'm sorry, honey." He massaged his forehead and swallowed his groan. "It's my mom."

Élise's lips formed a mute O. "What happened, babe?"

Spencer's voice shook; he pinched his nose bridge with his finger and shut his eyes. "She's going through a lot right now. She…" Now, his voice quivered. "She had to have her meds changed twice now…"

"Ho-ho-hold on now," Élise had to stop him for a second and had her fingers on her temples. To get her brain wrapped around the fact that this was the second time something like this had happened to Diana. And now he decided to tell her. "Twice? This wasn't the first time?"

Spencer answered, "The first one was in June."

A disbelieved cough and a trail of incomplete stutter came out of her mouth. June this happened?, she said in her head. And you're just telling me this now? When she finally got the chance to marinate the words. "Were you ever going to tell me? Babe, I know she's your mother, and she means everything to you, but I love her, too." She couldn't help but feel a little offended by this news. "Like, what…?"

Spencer brushed his hands over his face and hair, sniffed his nose again, and folded his arms together on his desk. "It's not just that." He really didn't want to have to tell her this; as her husband, he couldn't lie to her. She's having more moments of forgetfulness, and it's not just her forgetting about her meds but…" he shrugged his shoulders. I'm scared for her."

Élise looked at Spencer, who now had tears in his eyes, and used his sleeve to wipe his nose and eyes. As much as she hated the fact that he kept the news about his mother, Élise couldn't bear to see him so broken. She walked around the desk, took his hand, got him up from his seat, and embraced him, allowing him to melt into her arms.

"It's okay, babe," Élise said quietly. "It's okay." Spencer experienced a twinge of relief after revealing to Élise what's currently going on with his mother. She reminded him that keeping things from each other led to tragedy and promised each other no more secrets. It was really like a ton of pressure that was lifted off from his chest and was as light and airy.

"I know I should take some time off, but with Alexander and the baby..."

Élise kept caressing his back. "I know, but promise me that the next time something like this happens to you, you will drop everything and go to Las Vegas to be by your mother's side."

Spencer vowed. "I promise."

Spencer sat in the rocking chair, reading the classic Goodnight, Moon book to Alexander by the window. He took a glance outside the window, and the sky was clear and dark. "Goodnight, nobody. Goodnight, mush," he flipped the page again. "And goodnight to the old lady whispering "hush"." He breathed and pretended to have closed his eyes and turned the page again. "Goodnight, stars. Goodnight, air. Goodnight noises everywhere." He closed the book after getting to the last page and set the book by the nightstand.

Standing up, he smooched Alexander's head half a dozen times and set him down in his bassinet. In about three months, he would be sleeping in his own nursery. And just like he was with Séraphine and Isaac, he wasn't ready but still wanted to soak up every opportunity and chance he got.

"Sweet dreams, Lex." He kissed his palm one last time before releasing his hand and watched him drift off into his sleep. He turned and made his way to his own bed. Tucking himself under the sheets, Spencer smirked, seeing Élise resting her head on the pillow.

"You okay?" asked Spencer. She mostly spent the entire day in bed relaxing. A couple of days ago, her pregnancy symptoms caused her to suddenly catch a mild case of the runs (two to three times) and vomit twice. Élise felt better by the time it was afternoon time but kept her distance since she was afraid of the children catching what she had.

Élise had her eyes closed and moaned, "The things I have to do for pregnancy," she rotated her body to face Spencer and pointed her pinky at him. "Promise me that this baby will be our last."

Spencer enlaced his pinky with hers. "Scout's honor." He planted a kiss on her forehead before the two heard their bedroom door open. There was Isaac, already in his pajamas and carrying his stuffed elephant animal.

"Hey, little cutie," Élise groaned, trying to sit herself up. "Whatcha doin' up?"

Isaac squeezed his toy closer to him, shrugging his shoulders. "I scare for tomorrow…"

Spencer heaved the bed sheets aside and approached his son. "Come here," He held his arms out; Isaac walked into his arms and melted into the embrace. "Come on. Let me tuck you back in." Spencer carried him out of their bedroom and to Isaac's.

At least Spencer managed to get Isaac back to sleep so he could sleep in his own bed with Élise. But it wasn't the natural light coming from their bedroom window, nor was it Alexei's cries.

"Mommy. Daddy. Wake up," The two parents felt two tons of playful energies on top of them in bed, shaking and hitting their shoulders. "It's schooltime!" Séraphine and Isaac tucked on their pajama tops and yelled. "Up-up-up-up!"

Élise groaned, removing her favorite sleep mask from her face. "Didn't Daddy and I tell you two to start knocking?"

"We did, but you didn't answer." Isaac lifted his shoulders innocently.

Spencer moaned while trying to wake up. While rubbing his eyes, he replied, "We're gettin' up, okay? You two just give us some time."

"Okay," said the two toddlers.

"Good," Élise smiled. "Now go eat some breakfast while we get ready." Soon, Alexei's cries filled the bedroom. "And let us tend to your little bro."

Séraphine and Isaac kissed their parents' faces, hopped off the bed, and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind them. Élise stretched her limbs while getting out of bed before she ambled to the bassinet. "Alexei…" she scooped the baby into her arms and began cradling him. "Morning to you, too, hon. Are you crying because you'e hungry?"

Spencer stretched his back. "Mmm…well, if he's hungry, too, he and I have the same mindset."

The kitchen and breakfast nook smelled of freshly steeped coffee, spices, and cooked meat. Rose finished cleaning up the pots and pans she used to cook today's breakfast; Élise sat in one of the chairs, feeding Alexander his milk bottle; and Spencer, while fixing up his tie, refilled the kids' second helping of orange juice.

"Did you two enjoy your back-to-school/first-day-of-school?" asked Rose—the same breakfast she cooked for Séraphine's first day of school: two confetti pancakes, vanilla French toast with fresh berries, and a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich. She opened a new bag of organic dog food for Opal.

"Uh-huh!" The tots shook their heads with excitement.

Élise placed Alexander's bottle on the mahogany table and used his bib to wipe the milk around his mouth. "Well, don't you two look so studious?" Élise gushed at the kids' school attire: Séraphine wore a white polo shirt, a denim skirt, and her favorite pair of pink Converse with pink and white mismatched socks. Isaac wore a white Oxford shirt with denim stretch jeans, white Converse, and mismatched socks.

Spencer grabbed the kids' lunchboxes from the countertops and handed them to them. "Your lunches for today: turkey bacon, lettuce, and tomato; baked potato chips, and a cupcake from Georgetown Cupcake."

"Yay!"

Before the family left, Élise wanted to do a back-to-school/first-day-of-school prayer, like when her mother used to do her and her brother when they were in school (whether it was elementary school, middle school, high school, or even university). Just like last year, WIS looked the same as before—it was bright and modern, with the weigelas thriving.

Spencer and Élise dropped off Séraphine at her assigned classroom. As expected, BJ was there along with her other friends, Blair, Aaliyah, Victor, and Ronnie. Her teachers for the year were Mrs. Ortega and Ms. Reyes. Mrs. Ortega spent the last two decades teaching elementary school children and spent her summers in Spain, where she's originally from, while Ms. Reyes recently returned from Cuba after volunteering and teaching there for the past five years.

They heard the news that Ms. Ortiz was taking a leave of absence for personal reasons and Ms. Torres also took a leave of absence to focus on her pregnancy. But from what they heard, Isaac's new teachers, Ms. de la Cruz and Ms. Vargas, were terrific. Ms. de la Cruz spent the past decade teaching in Asia before settling down in D.C. again, and Ms. Vargas just earned a master's degree in education.

Towards the hallway of Isaac's new classroom, he stopped in his tracks. "No…" he winced, still holding his parents' hands. "I don't wanna go in…"

Spencer and Élise bent down to their son's size. "Really, Zig. We talked about this—there's nothing to be afraid of. It's just the first day, and who knows, little man? Maybe you'll see someone you know..."

Isaac now had his arms folded. "But what if I can't make a friend?"

"You can turn 'can't' into 'can' because anything's possible. You just have to believe that you can, okay?" Spencer and Élise rose straight up again.

"Okay…"

Élise ruffled his head. "That's our little guy…" They guided him to the room, where at least a dozen preschoolers were either playing or saying goodbye to their parents and/or guardians. A petite and plump middle-aged woman with a honey complexion, warm dark brown hair, and chin-length hair, dressed in a colorful shirtdress and low-block heels, approached the parents.

"Hey, look, Ziggy! Charlotte's in the same class as you." Élise replied excitedly when she saw Bobby and Maeve's daughter.

Spencer tapped on his shoulder. "And remember Oliver? He's here, too."

"¡Hola!" The woman smiled brightly, showing off her straight white teeth. "¿Cómo estás?" she asked in a heavy Spanish accent.

"We're doing okay, gracias." Élise still held onto Isaac's hand and rubbed the top of his palm, hoping that'd come him down. "This is our son, Isaac."

"Hola, Isaac. You're in good hands with me and Ms. Reyes." Mrs. Ortega swung her finger at a woman in her thirties—an average-height woman with tan skin, ombre hair, and in a pink-and-yellow cardigan sweater, khaki skirt, and loafers. She turned her attention back to the parents. "I'll give you all some space."

Ms. de la Cruz strolled away, and Spencer and Élise scrunched to their son's height again and gave him a loving him. "Be on your best behavior, Ziggy."

Spencer pulled away first before Élise, seeing Isaac's innocent face again. "And have fun, okay?"

"I will…" Spencer and Élise kissed their son's head again and quickly backed out of the room while watching Isaac go over to Charlotte and start playing with her. Soon, they walked away, and Élise pulled a small case of tissues from her tote bag.

"Never gets any easier." Élise dabbed her eyes and sniffed.

Spencer comforted his wife and pulled him closer to him. "I know."