Twenty minutes later, your mother came into the room, carrying a plate of waffles and a coffee. "Eat up, you won't have a chance for anything else until the reception," she said, handing you the food.

"Mom, you're not mad, right?" you asked, looking up at her.

"Mad? No. How could I be mad when my little girl has found the man she wants to spend the rest of her life with." You smiled, hugging her. "Although I'm not surprised, I knew he was the one when you called me about him."

"How? I had just told you he came to class and gave a presentation?" You wondered, looking at her quizzically.

"I could hear your smile through the phone. I'd say it was love at first sight, but that may just be me," she whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving you to your thoughts.

Eventually, all the girls flooded into the room, helping you with your hair and makeup. "Remember the Christmas gift 2 years ago?" Lola asked, making you blush. "Well, I got you a wedding gift, it's in your suitcase," she continued.

"Lola, I'll kill you," you muttered, biting your lip.

"Stop being such a prude. There's a mark on your throat that says otherwise. Spencer snuck in last night?"

"I invited him," you corrected, making everyone stop and look at you. "He didn't see me, superstition still intact!" You exclaimed, making everyone laugh.

An hour and twenty-seven minutes later, you were sitting in front of the mirror, dress on and veil in your hair. You had your something borrowed, your mom's diamond earrings, your something old and blue being the sapphire necklace you had on. You were twirling your ring around your finger as you waited for your dad. Diana came over and tapped your shoulder. You smiled and stood up, hugging her. "Hi dear one. I have something new for you," she said, placing a lavender rose bracelet around your wrist. "It symbolizes love at first sight. That may not have been how you came to see my son, but it's how he perceived you."

You looked at the bracelet, beaming at the woman. "Diana, it beautiful. Thank you."

"I don't know if Spencer ever told you but he writes to me every day. I have the letter he wrote to me the day he met you. He'd probably kill me if I told you what he wrote but a gist is that he was infatuated with you the moment you spoke to him."

"You're sure?" you asked.

"Your intelligence drew him to you. But it was your kindness and your love that kept him. Thank you for loving him. He needed you, he didn't know it but he did."

You sighed, tearing up as you squeezed her hands. "He's my home. He makes me feel safe, makes me feel whole. Thank you for raising such a wonderful man."

Diana smiled at you and hugged you again. "Sweetheart, you ready?" Your dad asked, making you pull away and nod. Everyone shuffled out of the house, you and your father standing in the doorway of your room.

"Ready dad."

"You sure? There's still time to run. One word and we'll escape," he teased, making you laugh as you relaxed. "Just kidding, he's a good one, you know?"

"I know," you replied, linking your arm with his, leaning into him. "I love you dad."

"I love you pumpkin," he whispered, opening the backdoor. You stepped out on the green carpet on the sand, one hand wrapped around your father's arm, the other holding a bouquet of blue hydrangeas and white roses. You looked up and saw the altar, a beautiful arch covered in white roses and ivy. Lola, Emily, JJ, and Penelope stood at one side, Hotch, Morgan, Will, and Nate on the other side.

Your eyes focused on Spencer, who turned and look at you, the wind blowing his hair in his face.** He licked his lower lip, his hands fiddling with each other. You smiled at him, your stomach suddenly filling with butterflies. Your dad led you down the carpeted aisle, kissing your cheek before giving you to Spencer. "Take care of my princess," he threatened. You rolled your eyes as you handed Lola your flowers, lacing your fingers with Spencers.

He picked you up, placing you onto the platform, his hands shaking ever so slightly. You had asked David to officiate, seeing as he was like a father to everyone in D.C.

"We are gathered here today to join together two of the brightest people I know in the beauty that is marriage. And although I have had 3 failed marriages, I know true love when I see it. And, these two, well, their picture would be in the dictionary for the term," he began, making you laugh lightly, stepping slightly closer to Spencer. He held your hands in his, squeezing them gently.

"These two have prepared their own vows, so I will let them present you all with the gift of words."

Spencer took a breath before he started, his eyes focused on yours as he spoke. "2 years, 15 days, 7 hours and 43 minutes. That's how long I have been endowed with your presence. That's how long ago you decided to give me a chance. And I'm forever thankful for that. Forever thankful for your courage, for your love, for your understanding, for your empathy, for your smile, for your laugh, for your tears anytime you're happy, and for your heart. You make me wear my heart on my sleeve, you bring out the very best in me. I'll be by your side any time you need me. You said we were fated to be and I cannot find any other way to explain it, there is some kind of invisible string tying you to me. Scientifically, I know our time on this earth is finite, but you make me wish for forever. My sweet, beautiful Annabel Lee, how I love you with a love that is more than love."

You smiled, a single tear rolling down your face. Spencer grinned, wiping it away with your clasped hands before kissing your hand gently.

You bit your lip before you began. "The day I met you I had assumed you'd be egotistical and obnoxious. Never have I been so happy to be so wrong about a person. On that day, you told a joke, a joke only you and I understood. You asked how many existentialists it would take to screw in a lightbulb. I disagreed with your answer. But, now, I realize that, you and I, Spencer, we're the two existentialists. You're the light to my darkness, you're the incandescent beacon in my netherworld of cosmic nothingness. I didn't know what I was missing until I met you. And I'm thankful that there will never be a day where I feel incomplete ever again. I see forever when I look in your eyes. I feel ok when I see you smile. When you're looking at me, I've never felt so alive, so free, so happy. You are the love that comes once in a lifetime. You are my other half, my best friend, my home. You are my universe and I wouldn't dare disturb it."

Spencer grinned and pulled you in a for a kiss. "Hey! Hey! I did not say you could kiss the bride," Rossi argued. You smiled against his lips, pulling away.

"Sorry Dave," you muttered.

"I'm not sorry," Spencer said flatly, causing JJ to hit him with her flowers. "Sorry Dave," he said, clasping his hands with yours again.

"Barring that little interruption, I want to make a distinction. A brief moment in time and the stroke of the pen are all that is required to create the legal bond of marriage, but it takes a lifetime of love, commitment, and compromise to make marriage durable and everlasting. Today you two declare your commitment to each other before family and friends."

"Do you, Spencer Reid take Y/F/N to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?"

"I do," Spencer replied immediately.

"Do you, Y/F/N take Spencer Reid, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?"

"Absolutely," you answered. "I do with all my heart."

"By the power vested in me by the State of Virginia, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride, again," Rossi said with a smile.

You took no time to wrap your arms around Spencer's neck, placing your lips against his as his hand rested on the small of your back. Morgan wolf-whistled, as you pulled away and shook your head at him, a blush on Spencer's face. You laced your fingers with Spencer's kissing his hand gently. "I like this ring," you whispered.

"Good, because I'm never taking it off," he replied, kissing your cheek as he picked you up, placing you down on the sand gently.

An hour later, after speeches and dinner, Spencer looked over at you. "Now, I was informed there was another ritual."

Your cheeks flushed red as you shook your head. "I told them I didn't want to do it," you responded. Spencer laughed, standing up and leading you to the chair in the middle of the room.

"I'm excited," he said gently, his lips touching your ear. You leaned into his arms, a shiver going up your spine. You pulled away and sat down, your dress flaring around you.

"Ok, good doctor, I'm sure you know what to do," Lola teased. Spencer blushed slightly, dipping his head under your dress. You felt his breath on your inner thigh as he kissed your skin, his teeth raking against it ever so slightly as he gathered the fabric in his mouth. He pulled it down your leg, throwing it into the crowd as he emerged. You were blushing furiously, reaching for his face as you placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

"This has got to be a joke," you heard Rossi say as he held the garter in his hand.

"Lucky number 4?" You teased, standing up and picking up your bouquet. You turned and threw it, spinning around to see Lola holding it, smiling at you. You whipped your head over to Nate who was holding his forehead, shaking his head gently.

You laughed as Spencer pulled you into his arms, spinning you gently. "I thought you hated dancing," you muttered.

"Usually. But you look so perfect dancing next to me," he replied. You smiled, leaning up to kiss him softly.

"I cannot believe we're married," you said gently as the sun began to set. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being you, for making this a day I never want to end."

"Oh my darling, it's not over yet."

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I have had these vows written for months and cannot believe I finally got to use them.