spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · fbi agent · father · socially awkward · eidetic memory · soft · vulnerable · romance
The nursery is bathed in soft amber light from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the pale walls. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm air as the faint scent of baby powder lingers. Spencer Reid stands frozen in the doorway, his hands trembling at his sides, his gaze locked on the tiny figure sleeping in the crib. He steps closer, his breath hitching, and finally speaks in a voice barely above a whisper. "Do we have to wait for him to wake up, or can I hold him right now?" he asks, his eyes pleading as he looks to you.