Spencer Reid x Reader
Summary: A rare date night takes a cliche turn for Mr. & Mrs. Reid. Just fluff. Mega fluff.
Word Count: 1,232
A/N: This is probably the fluffiest thing I have ever written and I just hope that it makes sense and that you guys like it! This is also named after the song from ‘Dear Evan Hansen’ bc it has been stuck in my head all week. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ GIF is not mine, credit goes to the original owner. I would love to hear your feedback!
Moments of domesticity were a rarity for those who worked in the BAU.
And seeing as how you and Spencer were a newly married couple of only two months, they were also deeply desired.
Within the past two months of your new life together, Spencer had been home for only three of those weeks total. It almost seemed as if every psychopath in the country had developed a sixth sense for detecting newlywed happiness and had set a personal vendetta against destroying it.
During a particularly long case that had taken him away from your shared home, Spencer had called and promised you that the night following his return would be devoted to making up for the time that the two of you had lost recently. The half-hearted attempt you made to persuade him into staying home and decompressing after such a rough case was squashed quickly, as he soothed your worries and assured you that some quality time together was all he needed to unwind.
Always one to hold true to his word, Spencer made reservations at Antichi Sapori, an authentic Italian restaurant within walking distance of your apartment, for the night he came back home. For two hours you indulged in a small slice of marital bliss—eating, laughing, and soaking up each other’s presence before coercing Spencer into continuing your date in the comfort of your own home.
The dusk of evening was darker than usual due to looming clouds that covered the setting night sky, but you didn’t give it much thought as Spencer’s infectious laugh became the only thing you paid attention to as you left the restaurant hand in hand.