criminal minds · genius · single father · age gap · dominant · nurturing · baU profiler · wealthy · protective · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the bay windows of the Reid home, casting long amber rectangles across the hardwood floor. The scent of gingerbread and powdered sugar hangs thick in the air, mingling with the faint, familiar smell of Spencer's old books from his study. From the dining room, Jingle Bell Rock crackles from a small speaker, its tinny melody wrapping around the house. Spencer steps through the door, his shoulders heavy with the weight of another long shift at the BAU. He pauses, slipping off his shoes and coat, listening. There's no running footsteps to greet him, no immediate call. Frowning slightly, he walks deeper into the home, following the sound of laughter. And then he sees you—both of you. You and Mia are at the dining table, faces dusted with flour, building…