And now dear constant readers, welcome back to the wonderful world of Spencer and Maggie. There have been multiple requests for more of their continuing adventures. I hope this meets with the approval of my lovely friends and readers. As always, I welcome (i.e., crave) feedback!!-J

"We've only just begun to live
White lace and promises
A kiss for luck and we're on our way."-The Carpenters 'We've Only Just Begun'

The darkness of the early morning was disturbed by the headlights of a taxi pulling in front of the quiet Queen Anne styled home. From the back of the cab climbed a tall, slender man. He stretched slightly before extending a hand to aid the dark haired woman from the vehicle. They shared a tender kiss before the man collected the luggage from the curb where the driver had set it before driving away. The two were obviously weary as they walked to the front door of the home. He unlocked the door and she moved as if to walk in.

"No, no, no…that's not how this works."

"You aren't really going to try that are you?"

"Do you think I'm not capable of carrying my bride over the threshold of our home?"

Before she could respond, he awkwardly and with some difficulty scooped her up and took the two steps into the house before setting her back down with a bit of a sigh.

"You're heavier than you look Dr. Reid."

"All the more to make me impressed with your manly prowess Dr. Reid."

At this Maggie threw her head back and laughed in that way that she had that righted even the most unbalanced of Spencer's days. He found himself overcome with a sense of warmth at the knowledge that he would forever be in on the joke and he laughed too. He couldn't help but glance at the gold band on his left ring finger. He found himself doing that often as if he had to verify that this all was real, that he was in fact a married man, married to Maggie. In his wildest dreams he hadn't ever allowed a thought of anything this wonderful happening to him.

Their laughter was interrupted by Barrett and Browning demanding attention. Garcia had been looking in on the cats while they were in Italy for their honeymoon but they clearly had missed Mom and Dad.

"Hey babies, Mama missed you. Yes she did."

Spencer found himself laughing once again at Maggie baby talking at the cats. True, he loved those cats and often talked to them but not like she did. And it was even more amusing to him that she didn't talk to human babies like that. He had seen her with Henry and she spoke to him as a person. Her explanation was that babies learn to talk from being talked to and if you talk to them properly then they learn to speak properly. She further argued that the cats weren't going to learn to speak English or any other human tongue for that matter and therefore it didn't matter as much. Perfectly logical and rational, he had to admit but it still made him laugh.

"Are you laughing at me, sir knight?"

"Would you believe me if I said 'no'?"

"Of course not, it was more of a rhetorical question. But I dare say our babies missed us."

"I believe they did. Should we have brought them something from our trip?"

It was Maggie's turn to laugh at Spencer's silliness.

"You do know that they are not human children, right dear? I think if I open a can of tuna they'll forget we were even gone."

"I think you underestimate them. They may forgive us with tuna but I don't think they forget anything."

"You are paranoid, my prince. They are cats. I realize that Siamese have some very human-like traits but they are purely feline."

Once the tuna was opened and placed in front of the happy kitties, Maggie yawned.

"This probably won't help me get back on track from the jet lag but I am tired and have to get to bed."

"You don't think you're going there alone, do you?"

"What ever are you asking?"

Maggie batted her eyelashes in the most innocent expression that she could conjure.

"I believe I am actually stating that you will not be going to bed alone because I could never allow my maiden fair to be alone the first night back from her honeymoon."

"And just what are you going to do about it?"

"I'll come up with something."

This elicited the desired giggle from Maggie. Few in the world who had ever met Spencer Reid would guess that he had such a playful side although many could attest to his dry sense of humor. Maggie might be the only person on earth who knew how silly he could be or the delight he took in being so. She thought to herself, and not for the first time either, what a wonderful father he could be and then she cursed her defective reproductive system. That thought was removed with the sudden presence of his arms grabbing her around the waist as she tried to climb the stairs and the addition of his lips to her neck removed all capability of thought on her part. Suddenly she was not so terribly tired and it seemed her prince, her husband, wasn't either.

Morning found the newlyweds sitting at the kitchen table bleary eyed.

"Tell me again why I am up again after only three hours of sleep."

"I told you Maggie, you have to get your body back on the schedule of the correct time zone and this is the quickest way to do it."

"You know I am going to be unbearably grouchy today, right?"

"I do and I don't care because I love you anyway."

"God, you're annoying."

"And you're beautiful."

"Spencer, your cute is wearing very thin right now."

"So, to change the subject, I thought I'd look into gazebos for the backyard. That is if you still want to put one out there."

Maggie was suddenly more alert and awake.

"You know I do, I only talk about it constantly and yes, I know how trying that can be."

"Gazebo shopping is a go for today then?"

"Thundercats are go! I can't wait to have our first summer party with our beautiful gazebo out back."

And Spencer sat there for a while transfixed by the faraway look in her eyes where he could almost see the decorated backyard filled with friends and family and his lovely wife being the perfect hostess as always.