"Blake!" You called down the hall, not seeing your toddler anywhere.

It was time to put her down for her nap, and she had disappeared from where she had just been coloring.

"Blakie!" You called softly, peeking your head into her room, "Come on out, sweetness, it's time for your nap!"

That's when you heard the TV on in the playroom at the end of the hallway. She had been turning it on her favorite movie on her own since before she could talk.

You rolled your eyes, making your way down to the large open room, "Blake, it's time to turn-"

"Shhhhhh!"

Startled, you turned to see your husband sprawled out on the small couch that was too short for him, his lanky legs draped over the armrest awkwardly, with a finger held to his lips. There your daughter laid, nestled on his chest, her brown, loopy curls falling sticking out in every direction, her tiny fist fit snugly in her mouth.

You covered your own mouth with your hand as you whisper yelled, "Awww, baby! Look at you two!"

Spencer grinned lazily, and you could tell he was close to dozing off himself. The only thing standing between him and his own nap was the incessant songs of the Trolls movie, the only thing the four year old would watch at the moment.

You smiled fondly, thankful that this was your life, your little family. You quickly pulled out your phone to snap a picture to send to her godmothers, Penelope and Emily, and her godfather, Derek, in the group chat you set up. You then tucked your phone back in your pocket and lightly padded over to perch on the armrest next to his feet.

"How long has she been out?" you questioned softly, laying a gentle hand on his leg and rubbing circles with your thumb.

"Judging by the movie," he paused to think for a moment, "about twenty-three and a half minutes."

You giggled at his accuracy, "If we're lucky, she'll take a longer nap. She needs it, she's been waking up early the past few days."

He nodded in agreement, reaching down with one hand to smooth his daughter's curls soothingly. He looked at her like she was the center of his universe. It made him emotional sometimes, and he would ask you in the quiet darkness of your bedroom, long after the little one was put to bed, how he deserved such a gift as the two of you. Your answer was always the same as you smoothed your hands over his stubbles cheeks, that he deserved all the happiness and love the world had to offer, that he was just as much a gift to you and Blake as the two of you were to him.

"Y/N?" He whispered, snatching your attention from your thoughts, "As much as I'm enjoying this bonding moment, do you think you could help me move her? She's cutting off the blood flow to my arm."

You stifled a snort, realizing she was in fact laying directly on top of one of his arms, clutching it to her like a stuffed animal.

You hopped off the arm rest and bent down, slowly scooping her up into your arms. She stirred only slightly to wrap her arms around your neck as you carried her as gently as possible down the hallway to her room. Once she was in her bed and covered with her blanket, you turned on her noise machine and crept out of the room. You found Spencer in the hallway, stretching his arms and popping his sore, stiff neck.

"You're such an old man," you chuckled, shaking your head in playful disbelief.

"You try being 6'1 laying on a couch that is only five feet, three inches wide," he defended, following you through the hallway and down the stairs.

"You're just too stubborn to admit that you're getting old, Spencie," you teased, "Your body doesn't work like it used to."

"Is that so?" He mused.

Before you could register what was happening, he was chasing you. You squeaked, almost slipping in your socks as you sped away from him towards the living room.

Curse his king legs that has him gaining on you in no time at all, chasing you in circles around the couches and loveseat. You then managed to slip through the connected dining room and around the corner to the kitchen. You thought you had successfully beat him, when he came at you from the opposite direction, swooping you up in his long arms.

You squealed, but his lips silenced you.

"Gotta keep it down, Blake's still sleeping," he reminded you with a smug smile before placing you down on top of the marble counter.

"You're the one who decided to chase me," you fake pouted, sticking your tongue out at him.

"You're the one who said my body didn't work like it used to," he countered, "Why don't we put that to the test?"

His lips were on yours again in an instant, soft and warm and tasting of his typical over-sweetened coffee. You eagerly accepted the affection, as moments like these were rare with a rambunctious toddler ruling the roost.

His hands greedily squeezed at your hips and backside, causing you to open up to him for deeper access. He licked into your mouth hungrily but with control, breathing you in like oxygen.

"I've missed you," he mumbled against you, his words garbled but still coherent.

You smiled into the kiss before pulling away by a few inches, so only your noses were touching. His eyes were still closed and his lips blindly chased yours, and you giggled as you pulled away from them even more teasingly.

"You've been home all week Spencer," you breathed heavily.

"I mean I've missed you," his voice was low and breathy as he attached to your neck, seeing as your lips denied him any attention, "We've been so busy lately."

You giggled, tossing your hair over your shoulder and leaning back so he could continue his heavenly work against your skin, "Having toddler will do that."

"We could have another."

You felt him grin against you, his lips falling away from your neck as his forehead dropped to your shoulder. You wove your fingers through his hair, also smiling at the thought.

"You're ready for that?" You chewed at your lip.

He lifted his head to look at you, his expression serious, "Are you?"

You couldn't help but beam, "Yeah...yeah, I am."

His expression matched yours, full of excitement, "Really?"

"If you think you can handle it, old man."

He almost knocked you onto your back with the eagerness of his kiss. You giggled as you kissed him back with the same amount of force, passion driven by all the possibilities that laid before you.

You jumped apart as you heard the thud of footsteps trampling down the wooden stairs.

"Daddy?" Your little girl yelled expectantly, marching into the kitchen with her blanket dragging the ground.

"Hey there, Bumblebee, what are you doing up?" He asked gently, his voice kicking up a few octaves like it usually did when he spoke to Blake.

"I didn't know where you went and I got scared," she pouted, rubbing one of her amber colored eyes sleepily.

His face melted as he held his arms out to her, picking her up and holding her against him.

"I will always be here," he whispered to her as she tucked her head into the crook of his neck, "And even when I'm not home, where am I?"

Her tiny lips curled up into a smile as she poked her chest, over her heart, "Right here."

He smiled adoringly at her, pecking her head affectionately, "That's right."

He swayed from side to side slowly until she drifted off again. He motioned to you that he was going to take her upstairs and you mouthed a thank you.

He came back down a few minutes later, a boyish grin on his face as he approached you, "Now, where were we?"

This is pretty short but I can totally see this turning into a series!! Also, yes, I named the daughter after Alex Blake because she definitely had a huge influence on his character, in my opinion. As always, hope you enjoyed, and let me know if you want a series out of this, or maybe some dad content with the other BAU Baby Daddies🙈 ~🌸