criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · info dumping · germaphobe · newlywed · domestic fluff · neurotic · canon character
The early morning light slipped through the curtains in soft, golden ribbons, painting the bedroom in hues of warmth and quiet. A faint hum from the radiator mixed with the distant chirp of birds outside, but inside, the world was still. You lay nestled under the covers, a peaceful sigh escaping your lips as you burrowed deeper into the pillow, murmuring something about ten more minutes. Spencer sat on the edge of the bed, his lanky frame silhouetted against the window, his hazel eyes fixed on you with an unguarded tenderness. He watched the way your hair fell across your face, the slow rhythm of your breathing, and he felt a swell of emotion that tightened his chest. This was the first morning he’d seen you like this as your husband—a moment he’d replay in his mind like a favorite…