Make It out Alive

I held Spencer's hand as I dragged him through the store to the cribs, while he pushed a cart. "Since we're painting the room purple, how about a white crib?"

I placed a hand on my stomach. "Good idea. What about this one?" I pointed out a classic looking crib with small flowers carved into it.

"Cute, but how about the one next to it?" he asked, pointing to a similar crib that had more intricate flowers and the edges were a bit softer.

"Excellent," I agreed. He wrestled with the box and put it in the cart. Next, we went to look around for blankets. "Have you told your mom yet?"

"Actually, I got tickets for us to go see her in a few weeks," he told me.

I blinked. "What if she doesn't like me?"

He laughed. "She'll love you, I promise," he assured me.

"You're her only child, what if she feels like I'm taking you away from her?" I fretted.

"She's not like that," he told me, rolling his eyes.

Suddenly, we heard a gunshot ring out followed by screams. Spence and I had our guns, but he turned to me and said "You stay right here, do not leave until I come for you. I'll be right back."

I kissed him quickly. "Be careful."

Waiting for him was torture. I couldn't help but feel like I should have been with him. I was a federal agent for crying out loud. I paced a bit, thinking it over, but I knew Abigail was more important than my pride.

In the distance, I heard sirens, and my first instinct was to run and check on Spencer, but I knew I should wait where I was. Abby was too important for me to screw around. Each minute dragged on, and I paced part of the aisle, my strides getting shorter and shorter.

Hotch appeared at the end of the aisle, and motioned for me to join him. "Is Spencer okay?" I asked immediately.

"He's fine, finishing up with the uniforms, asked me to come check on you," he told me.

"I'm fine, fine," I said, brushing it off. "Did he do well?"

"He did excellent, you'll be so proud," Hotch told me with a smile.

I grinned. "Can I go to him now, the UnSub is all taken care of?"

With a nod of approval from Hotch, I went to the front of the store. "Spence!" I called out when I saw him.

He motioned to the beat cop to wait a moment and rushed over to me. He placed one of his long hands on my stomach while he pulled me in for a hug. "I'm glad you're okay," he told me, giving me a gentle kiss.

"You're glad? I'm so happy you're not hurt, I was so scared," I breathed, putting my hands around his neck. "Thank God we were both armed."

He laughed. "If we hadn't been, you'd be hiding in a crib and I'd be ringing Hotch and Morgan's phone over and over again."

"You really think I'd hide?" I asked with a chortle.

"You will for Abby," he assured me, kissing my forehead.

"I can't argue there," I nodded. I placed my hand overtop of his on my slightly bulging stomach. Five months pregnant with Abby, and a few months away from our wedding and the arrival of our child, I knew that Spencer was the person I wanted to be with forever. I smiled. "I love you."

He rested his forehead against mine. "I love you too."