A/N: Hello again, everyone! Some special events are coming very soon, from birthdays to new potential career opportunities and, if you already guessed it—the birth of Baby Bastien-Reid Number 4.

Spencer stood over the kitchen stove, cooking fried eggs and turkey bacon. He glanced at the kids enjoying their breakfast in the nook. The kids didn't have school today because it was Washington's birthday. He turned the other way to see Rose walking in with Opal off her leash.

"Hey, Ops," he stepped away from the stove and kneeled to give the black lab a comforting fur patting. "Did you enjoy your morning walk with Rose?"

Opal barked once for an answer. Rose ripped open a new bag of dog food made from chicken and turkey meal, lentils, peas, and carrots and poured it into her bowl.

"Here you go, girl." Rose petted the black lab, who woofed again and started eating.

Élise hustled into the kitchen, fastening her 18k Gucci Horse bit studded earrings to her earlobes. "Morning, family," she greeted everyone with a light smile. "So, is this okay for the funeral?"

Élise attired herself in a black Christian Siriano knee-length dress and peacoat, black Armani leather gloves, black sheer hosiery, and black 2.5-inch Salvatore Ferragamo buckle mules. Spencer caught a small whiff of her fragrance (Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue), which was not too overpowering; it had a freshness but still smiled expensively.

Élise had been invited to attend the funeral of a recently deceased Supreme Court Justice.

"Very appropriate," Spencer pecked her cheek and slid a fried egg onto a clean white plate. "Fried eggs and bacon?"

Élise opened the fridge. "No, thanks, babe." She decided to settle for fruit and yogurt. She picked out a tub of vanilla yogurt and berries.

"Personally, I can't wait for tomorrow," Élise massaged her pregnant belly as she waddled to the nook and sat beside Isaac. "So glad I get to have tomorrow off to celebrate my birthday."

Élise can't wait for her maternity leave. More than ever, she's ready for her pregnancy to come to a smooth end. Knowing this baby will be their last child, she and Spencer have been exploring birth control to ensure they will not get pregnant.

"Speaking of birthdays…" Séraphine finished her French toast before she had half a glass of orange juice.

Isaac chewed the last of his blueberry pancake. "What about birthdays?"

Séraphine locked her fingers together and used them to hold her chin, batting her eyes. "Well, now that it's been mentioned, mine is coming up."

"Ooh," Rose sat at the island counter. "And how old are you going to be, Séraphine?"

Séraphine spread her fingers out on her hand. "I'm gonna be five, Rosie!"

"And that's a whole hand, Fee..." Élise felt a small lump in her throat. "Next year, you'll be using two hands." And then soon, when she gets to be eleven and up, she won't be using her hands to count how old she'll be. That'll go the same way with the rest of the kids.

"Oh, my big girl's gonna be five years old," Spencer fanned his hands over his watered eyes. "How does it feel?"

Séraphine shrugged her shoulders and made an I-don't-know face. "Mmm-hmm…"

"Daddy!" Séraphine skipped to Spencer's side when she found him in Alexander's nursery. Her smile slowly faded into a grimace. "Yuck! It smells like a dump in here!" she pinched her nose, and her voice pitched higher, gagging at the foul smell.

Spencer explained, tending to a cooing Alexander, "I just finished changing his diaper." He picked up Alexnader's dirty diaper and dropped it in the pail.

Séraphine stuck her tongue out and made an upchucked sound. "That's nasty!"

Spencer scooped his younger son into his arms. "Did you need me, Fee?"

Séraphine swayed her body back and forth. "Uh-huh. It's about my birthday."

Spencer made a surprised face while Alexander tried grasping his tie. "Ooh, really? Is it about a present? Or a party?"

"I want a slumber party!" Séraphine announced.

Spencer repeated; he didn't mind since Alexander kept trying to yank his neckline—but it wasn't too tight anyway. "A slumber party?"

"Yeah, my friends were talking about slumber parties at school," Séraphine replied.

Spencer grabbed Alexander's hand as he sat in the rocking chair and asked, "Do you know what a slumber party is?"

"It's when you get to stay at someone's house for a night and do fun stuff," Séraphine giggled.

"And that's what you want for your birthday—no big birthday party with all the kids from your class?" Spencer stroked his hand on Alexander's head. "Just a slumber party?"

Séraphine adds, "I wanna invite Blair, Aaliyah, and Charlotte."

"Well, I have to have a little talk with Mommy about the idea when she comes home, okay?"

As Élise expected, dignitaries and D.C. VIPs were expected to attend the funeral mass and the thousands of mounters at the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception. From the Chief Justice himself to Congress members to current and former Presidents and Vice Presidents (unfortunately, the President was not in attendance, but the Vice President was); federal judges; the late Justice's current and former clerks, including a Texas Senator/Presidential candidate.

With his death, a large section of judges, especially from the D.C. Cir, are expected to be succeeded…

…And Élise's name is among the list of potential nominees.

"Think it could happen?" asked Élise after she turned off the television after seeing another news report about the President's potential candidate for the next Supreme Court. "Me becoming a Justice?"

Spencer sat next to her on the sofa. "Anything is possible. President James Madison nominated 32-year-old Joseph Story to the Supreme Court. You made history by becoming our first black female Attorney General. Who knows?"

"Yeah, but more responsibilities, not to mention more eyes on me," Élise added.

Spencer embraced Élise closer to him. "True, but it's not like you can't handle it.

"Yeah. Plus, we can always use more women on the Supreme Court." Élise continued pondering on the idea of becoming a Justice.

"This looks nice, right?" Élise queried; she stared at her reflection in the three-way floor-length vanity mirror in the walk-in closet, wearing the black Jason Wu gown she wanted to wear to the upcoming state dinner.

Spencer responded truthfully, "Very nice."

Élise turned to face him; an eyebrow rose. "And you're not lying to me, are you?"

"I may be an FBI profiler, but I'm a husband first."

Élise's smirk formed into a small smile. "I believe you," she pointed to the back of the dress, reflecting the zipper. Spencer sped up to her and helped her undress.

"So…Fee has a special request on what she wants for her birthday…" said Spencer.

"What does she want for her birthday?"

Spencer cleared his throat before he answered, "A slumber party."

Élise elevated her eyebrows again. "A slumber party?"

From the doubtful tone Élise had in her voice, Spencer knew she wasn't in for the idea. "Yeah…"

"I'm gonna be blunt—not feeling it."

Spencer sighed, "Why not?"

"I think it stems from my childhood," Élise admits with some sad sulkiness in her tone. "It wasn't because I wasn't invited to any, though I didn't have a lot of friends growing up. I'll admit—I went to a slumber party, but it was only one time, and I was only allowed to go because my friend lived in the neighborhood. My mother wasn't exactly fond of them since A, she didn't like people other than family into the apartment since we did live in a small one, and B, she was worried about me being molested by someone over at their house. And I have read that it happens. Or worse—I mean, hello? Polly Klass—RIP."

Spencer's hazel eyes widened, and they felt kinda taken back. "Oh…"

"Yup." Élise moved her tongue around her mouth as she stepped out of the gown.

Spencer grabbed the garment bag and a black hanger to wrap and hang the gown. "But this time, it'll be different", he shrugged.

Élise slipped into her robe and looped in the belt. "Yeah, well, I'm still not convinced."

Spencer sighed again and trailed behind her back to the main bedroom. "Come on, Lise. We got security inside and outside the house, so if anything, this place will be locked, stocked, and diamond-plated barrel."

"Uh-huh," Élise rubbed her neck.

Spencer continued persuading his wife. "And… that'll be less stress on your pregnancy."

Élise bobbed her head to the side. "True…"

"So, you'll give the idea a go?" Spencer hinted Élise might approve of Séraphine's first slumber party; his body perked a bit, and he tilted his head to the side when he and Élise pulled the quilts. "Is that a yes?

"I'll give you an answer in the morning," Élise tugged the lavender-colored silk sleep mask over her eyes. "Right now, I need sleep."

"You are such a queen." Spencer made a witty and amusing banter.

Élise turned to her side to sleep and concurred, "I know I am."

"Hey, kids," Spencer scooped Alexander out of his highchair and asked the kids as they were having breakfast, "Do you know whose birthday is today?"

Séraphine's hand went right up. "Mommy!"

"Exactly," Spencer said, wiping out a handmade card he had received the other day and placing it on the breakfast table. Now, let's write down some things we want to say to Mommy, okay?"

Séraphine pushed Isaac back in his seat and eagerly yanked Spencer's colored pen from his hand to write her words: "Me first! Me first!"

"Séraphine…" Spencer chided.

Séraphine slid the card to Isaac, shrugging her shoulders and batting her eyes innocently like Bambi. "Sorry, Daddy…"

Spencer picked the card up and smiled at what Séraphine and Isaac had written so far—Séraphine wrote 'Happy Birthday Mommy' and 'I love you', and Isaac wrote 'LUV YOU, MAMA!' Spencer picked the card up and asked Alexander, "You wanna have your say, little man?"

Alexander babbled and cooed; Spencer kissed the top of his head just as the kitchen doors swung open.

"Morning, honey," Spencer lit up when he saw Élise stroll in with Opal scuffing behind her. "And happy birthday, old timer!" he pecked her cheeks and pinched it.

Élise slapped his cheek playfully before she scraped a seat back and sat next to the kids. "You're cute. And thanks."

"What do you want for your birthday, Mommy?" Séraphine leaned forward with her elbows on the breakfast table.

Élise prompted Séraphine to sit down and answered, "I have everything I already have—I have you kids, your Daddy, my job, my health, family."

Spencer set Élise's birthday breakfast plate in front of her—a yogurt parfait with granola and berries, two omelets with tomatoes, mushrooms, and other vegetables, and a tall glass of orange juice. "And I think you have something you want to tell Fee this morning…" he hinted at the conversation about her having a slumber party.

Élise sighed and faced her daughter. "So, Fee. Daddy and I had a talk last night about you wanting a slumber party for your birthday this Saturday."

"Mmm-hmm…"

"And while I was unsure about it…we decided to let you have one." Élise ended the sentence with a smile.

"Yay!" Séraphine's brown eyes widened and burst into cheers. "I can't wait to tell my friends at school about this," she scooted over to Élise's side and hugged her. "Thank you, Mommy!" She hopped out of her chair and ran to hug Spencer. "Thank you, Daddy!"

Spencer had his head on top of Séraphine's. "Anything for you, Fee."

After breakfast, Élise went to the Georgetown Luxury Spa at the Four Seasons Hotel in DC. She booked a prenatal pampering massage, a customized IonixLight facial, a foot scrub, a back scrub, and a scalp treatment.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to our love one! Happy biiirthdaaaaay toooooo yooooou!"

Élise blew out her candles as Spencer took a few pictures with his camera. He laughed when he showed her the after pictures. "Aw, don't you look so cute?"

Élise threw a tickled look at him as she cut a slice of double-layer vanilla sponge cake with strawberries and cream filling. "I know I looked cute."

Séraphine and Isaac climbed their knees onto the dining room, trying to reach for the cake. "I want! I want! I want!"

"Ah-ah-ah…" Élise sibilated, trying to shoo them off the table, and motioned them to sit down. "You two will each a piece, but calm down." She continued cutting a cake slice.

Séraphine and Isaac sat down with their hands hanging down. "Sorry, Mommy…"

Spencer added as Élise slid them a cake slice, folding his arms, "And what do we say?"

"Thank you, Mommy." The children grabbed their forks and started eating, and Spencer unfolded them.

Soon, Alexander, who was in his highchair cooing, reached out and kicked his legs as if he wanted some of the birthday cake. Spencer saw this and tapped his nose, "Oh, Alexei. I know you want a piece but can't have cake until your first birthday."

Alexander's face scrunched up, pouted his lips, and then a small wail emerged. "Aww," Élise kissed him on the forehead to make him feel better before she pushed a bowl of berries in front of them. "When it's your first birthday, then you can have the cake. Until then, you'll just have to settle for berries, okay?"

Séraphine finished chewing her forklod of cake before she asked, "Can I have a birthday cake like this, please?" she ate another forklod.

"Of course."

"Surprise!"

Séraphine squealed in response to everyone greeting her in the kitchen. "Ahhhh!"

"Happy birthday, my little princess!" Spencer bundled up Séraphine and kissed her forehead before he carried her to her seat. In front of her were a cake batter-flavored waffle and pancake, a cinnamon roll, two maple-flavored bacon strips, a berry parfait, and a cup of apple juice.

"And you're five years old today!" Élise kissed the top of her head.

Séraphine bobbled her head. "Uh-huh!"

"Grandma!"

After breakfast, at Séraphine's request, the family arrived at Brookfield to spend some time with Diana. Since the doctors, especially Dr. Kaneko-Simon, assured Spencer and Élise that Diana had had no problems since her arrival a month ago, they agreed to go see Diana.

Diana sat on one of the sofas, reading, and her whole body went into a hyperactive dance when she saw Spencer with Élise and the kids. "Hiii!" She bent to their size and embraced them with love and care. "Mmm…"

"Hi, Mom," Spencer threw his arms around his mother and pulled back. "Guess who wanted to see you on her birthday…" he hinted to Séraphine, who beamed and sparkled in her face.

Diana gasped sweetly. "Is it you…Fifi?"

"Yeah, Yeah!" Séraphine cheered, but not loud enough to grab the attention of the other mostly middle-aged to elderly patients. "I'm five years old today!" she proudly announced.

Diana smiled lightly. "Oh, happy birthday, sweet girl…"

Élise had small trays of pink and purple frosted cookies, unsalted popcorn, and leftover slices of Séraphine's birthday cake on four plates on the kitchen countertops. There were leftover pieces of pizza if any of the girls were hungry and hadn't eaten dinner yet.

"You ready to entertain five little girls?" asked Spencer when he came into the kitchen.

Élise sighed as Spencer allowed her to leave the kitchen first. They stood in the foyer, where they heard loud, unrhythmic banging on the front door. Élise rolled her eyes with amusement and opened the door.

"Hi, Séraphine's parents!" said the energetic three smiley-faced toddler girls, hugging their schoolbags and flappingly waving their hands.

Élise allowed the girls to come in. "Hey, girls. come on in, girls! She's waiting for you in the living room."

The giggling girls skidded inside and headed for the living room, where pink, purple, and white sleeping bags were already set up and the other furniture pushed against the walls and corners.

The girls' mothers—Maeve, Patricia, and Dana— beamed watching their daughters. Maeve's laugh lines came out. "It's so nice that you're letting Séraphine have a sleepover."

"Thank this one over here," Élise directed her thumb back at Spencer, who stood by her side with his arm over his shoulder before they gave her emergency contacts.

"Make sure they don't have too much fun." Dana winked before she, Maeve, and Patricia left in their respective cars.

Spencer closed the front door and engaged the security system. Soon, the living room was filled with shrilly, giggling little girls and the sound of thudding coming from the pillow fight.

"Exactly how I imagined it," said Élise, watching Séraphine having the time of her life with her friends.

At least Séraphine had a good slumber party. And the girls (despite their young, energetic ages) didn't make too much noise, even if they kinda annoyingly amused the household with their high-pitched singing for most of the night. After the girls had a light dinner and dessert, they watched the Blu-Ray movies of Frozen and Cinderella.

Spencer cooked the kids pancakes and waffles for breakfast. He asked while collecting their plates, "Did you kids enjoy your breakfast?"

"Uh-huh…"

Séraphine batted her eyes. "Thank you, Daddy."

"Thank you, Dr. Reid," Blair, Aaliyah, and Charlotte followed just as Élise came in, holding three pink-colored goodie bags with purple thin tissue paper coming out of them.

"For you girls."

The girls expressed their gratitude again. "Thank you, Ms. Bastien."

Spencer and Élise scoured the living room an hour before the team and their significant others joined in the baby sprinkle—a smaller and more casual version of a baby shower since they'd have most of the supplies needed.

"Ooh, this is nice," Élise unwrapped Garcia's gift—a pink and white six-later blanket with floral appliques. "Good cotton quality."

Garcia made a holy from her hands and held it over her head. "Of course, and thank you very much."

Spencer opened his mouth, ready to say something when everyone whipped around when they heard loud descending steps. There were three men in beige overalls; some were carrying paint supplies and brush tools, waving to everyone before they left.

"You're welcome, " Rossi winked at the expecting couple. Rossi's gift to them was hiring professionals to paint and decorate Baby Girl Reid's nursery.

Everyone's jaws and mouths dropped, and their eyes widened when they saw the final nursery design. It was a beautiful ballerina pink wall color and wallpaper with little gold and white 3D wall art stars and blooms, soft tulle accents, white furnishings, canapes, and flowing curtains.

"Wow, Dave…" Élise wandered around the room for a quick second.

Spencer complimented. "This is the greatest."

"Anything for my family," Rossi smirked.

A/N: Baby Number Four is coming real soon. I can feel it in my bones...