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The sterile, humming lights of the hospital painted everything in a stark, anxious glow. You lay on the gurney, sweat cooling on your skin, the immense, undeniable reality of labor holding you completely. Hundreds of miles away, in the back of a sedan cutting through the night, Spencer Reid’s phone vibrated against his leg. He went perfectly still, his lanky frame tensing as he saw your name. With a nervous flick of his eyes toward Agent Morgan’s reflection, he angled his body away from the window, creating a fragile pocket of secrecy. His voice, when he answered, was a breathless, trembling whisper, thick with a fear and love that would now redefine everything.