Spencer Reid Birthday Hat Mga Nobela at Kwento

Reid leans back on the sofa then looks me dead in the eye. “I think we should-” Before he could continue, his cell phone rings. He grabs it from the counter and lets out a long sigh. “Hold that thought,” he says, then gets up and answers his phone. “Happy birthday, beautiful,” Oh, it was his mother’s birthday today, wasn’t it? Crap, we were to go there for dinner this evening and I was hungover. I look up at Reid as he stands with his back towards me and I notice a tattoo on the left side of his ribcage.

I could have just gone outside and called for help, but the notion of my mother being held captive someplace in our house prevents me from doing so. Just as I was about to face the island counters, there was a loud explosion that caused me to leap in fear, close my eyes, and cover my ears. "Happy Birthday!" When I heard two different people's voices chanting the same words, I slowly opened my eyes and took a deep breath. I noticed George and Spencer behind the island counter. They're both sporting party hats with my derp face emblazoned on them. Spencer is clutching a party popper in his hands, while George is holding a birthday cake.

And yet here they were, confronted with the Spencer family creating a commotion! They were shocked to learn that the Spencer family's housewarming on the same day was just a coincidence. After all, Vesta's grandmother and the Spencer matriarch had spent many birthdays together throughout the years. Is it possible that the Spencer family overlooked Helena's birthday? No. 10T Hey, I definitely recalled. And the reason for this was that they had purposefully scheduled their housewarming for this day! The conflict between the Ross, Spencer, and Hawkins families was unknown to Laird. Vernon's mood was reasonable given that half the banquet hall was empty on a day intended for celebration. "It's a

“Ariel is so happy.” “Ariel, what would you like to have for dinner?” Before Ariel could reply, Spencer beat her to it. “I’ll be taking her for dinner.” Bree’s gaze swept over him, her eyes looking him over from his head down to his toes. He had his hair combed backward with a faint glint of a gold earring on his ear. She wondered when he started wearing one. The Spencer from five years ago hated stuff like those. He was in his signature suit and a long jacket that stopped at his ankle.

My eyes flutter open, and a breathless smile spreads across my face. “What was that for?” “I love you,” he breathes. “And I’m so glad to have you back.” I plant a firm kiss on his lips. “I love you more, sweetheart.” *** A thick lump settles in my throat when Ezra holds up the little blue onesie with ‘Hayden Jax’ scribbled on the back. I hold up the little white hat to Ezra. His lips twitch. “You forget the ‘a’, baby.” My eyes widen in horror when I turn the hat. It takes a lot of squinting but I finally see what I wrote.