No Place Like Home For The Holiday’s Part 1
Imagine: You inviting Spencer to your house to celebrate Christmas, and meeting your family. (I know that unfortunately not everyone’s family is perfect, but it’s an imagine after all.)
“Don’t be nervous.” You said, ruffling your boyfriends brown locks. You both stood in front of your mother’s house, wearing heavy winter coats, hats, scarves, and gloves. It was terribly cold due to the copious amounts of snow.
“Nervous? I’m not nervous! Please y/n i work in the FBI…i’m not nervous.” He said, voice fast and muttering the last part quietly. You laughed and kissed his cheek, being careful not to knock over the tray he was holding in his hands, filled with buckeyes you had made. (frozen cookie-dough balls covered in frozen chocolate)
“Sure you aren’t.” You smiled and rang the doorbell, hearing a soft commotion in the house. You could hear your family talking and laughing getting louder.
“That must be Y/n and her boyfriend! Don’t freak him out guys! I need grand-babies!” You could hear your mother shout from inside the house and you blushed, muttering a small “Sorry.”
“Y/n!” your mother shouted as she opened the door, wrapping you in a hug that knocked the breath right out of you. After she pulled away she smiled smugly smiled, taking the tray from Spencer’s hands. “And you must be Spencer. I’ve heard so much about you but it’s nice to see such an amazing personality linked to an even more amazing face.” Your eyes widened.
“Oh honey you know i’m only teasing. Y/f/n! Y/n’s here!” Your mother called for your father. You heard him come up to the door and another smile appeared on your face, warmth spreading through your body as he pulled you in for a special bear-like hug. When he pulled away you stepped back towards Spencer.
“Dad, this is Spencer.” You introduced him, a glare in your eye silently warning him to be nice. Your father looked Spencer up and down and cocked his brow.
“You look like a pipe-cleaner with eyes.” He said bluntly, and you gave your father the most outraged look. He then proceeded to burst out with laughter at your expression and clapped Spencer’s back with his hand. “I’m just kidding! In all honesty I’m so glad i have an FBI agent to protect my little princess.” You sighed in relief but cringed at the old nickname your father gave you when you were 3.
“Actually it’s doctor.” Spencer reminded, keeping a straight face. “Ah of course, come on inside! You two must be freezing!” He said, leading the two of you into the hallway where everyone had shedded their coats and boots. You mother chuckled, holding onto your father’s arm.
“Of course! I swear wind me up and i can chatter all day long!” She gently took the tuppaware tray away from Spencer. “I’ll put this in the kitchen.” You father followed, giving you a wink.
“So what do you think?” You asked, a playful smile overtaking your features. Spencer opened his mouth to reply when your grandmother interrupted him. Unlike other 80 year olds, your grandmother wasn’t frail and weak, just the opposite actually. She had developed eagle eyes and sharp hearing, her long years granting her with wise advice.
“Is that my y/n?” She called out and you smiled, replying with the same loudness she had just given you.
“Hi Grandma!” Spencer winced from the volume, but smiled to himself, being quite entertained with your calmness and openness around your family. “Come on Spence. Let me introduce you to my family. They won’t bite. Well, maybe the little ones.” You teased, grabbing his hands and dragging him to the next room over, the family room where everyone was talking and hanging out.
As soon as you entered the room, someone’s arm wrapped around your neck and pulled you into someone’s chest. You then felt someone’s knuckles grind against your head.
“Hey look it’s y/n! Wow, an FBI agent and you still can’t protect yourself against a noogie!” Your cousin (who wasn’t that much older than you) laughed, and you groaned. You hated when he did this to you.
Your foot stomped on his, and his arms immediatly were thrown up, giving you just enough time to grab him and push him to the floor. As soon as he hit the carpet you sat on his chest, sticking your finger in your mouth, the other hand pushing his head to the side, making sure he didn’t move.
“Who’s got the upperhand now?” You laughed evily, threating him by moving your finger closer to his ear. He squirmed, yelling ‘Mercy! Y/n please!’.
“Y/n don’t pick on your cousin.” You grandmother called, and you relented, getting up to give her a hug. “I missed you. You’ve grown so much! And look at how pretty you are! Speaking of pretty, who is that lovely young man?” She gestured to Spencer, who had been interested in watching your little pro wrestling match.
“Spence!” You called, running over and kissing his cheek, bringing him to your grandma. “This is my grandma, y/g/n.”(her name) She held out her hand, and Spencer shook it politely.
“You both look lovely together.” Your grandma said, looking at the two of you with a special glint in her eye.
“Y/n!” A harmonic range of young voices called out, your littler cousins (ages 3-7) running towards you, grabbing your legs to hug you. “Hey guys! This is Spencer, a very special friend of mine.”
“Ew! Girls have cooties!” Your 7 year-old boy cousin, sitting on the arm of a couch where your aunts and uncles hung out yelled. You walked over to him, giggling.
“No! Y/n! Stop!” He shrieked as soon as he knew what you were doing. “Too late!” You chuckled, tickling him for a while until tears pricked at his eyes. When you finally released your hold on him, you turned only to find Spencer sitting on the floor while all of your girl cousins tugged and brushed his long hair.
“Spencer your hair is so long!” One of them said.
“And so soft.” Another one chimed in.
“Oh yeah, so this is Mr. FBI.” Your cousin returned, straightening his shirt. The whole room was filled with a pregnant pause. “What makes you think you’re good enough for my cousin?” He asked over-protectively. You rolled your eyes, but your aunt, his mom, said something before you could.
“I think what he means to say is, how did the two of you fall in love?”
“No!’ Your 11 year-old girl cousin interjected, stopping her movements with her sisters, who were now all sitting on the carpet playing with their Barbies and hot wheels since you and Spencer had now gotten up and moved to the piano bench. “Tell us how you met!”
“We met 8 months, 37 days and 28 minutes ago, when y/n was transferred to become a profiler.’ Spencer recited, and you rested your head on his shoulder as he addressed the room. “She was…beautiful. Smart. And she always bought my coffee for me so I wouldn’t drink the terrible coffee pot that the BAU has. I-it took me forever to ask her out though. Every time I tried I just would blurt out a random fact. My best friend Morgan, who also works with us, told everyone to meet up at a bar after a particularly difficult case. Well, afterwords he told everyone not to come, because the only ones who showed up were y/n and I. That’s when we started talking more and I asked her out to dinner.”
“Awwwwwww!” All your girl cousins sighed, and some of your aunts smiled warmly, looking at their husbands. Your older cousin seemed unimpressed.
“So Doctor.. If your so smart, tell me something I wouldn’t ever know.” You cousin challenged, crossing his arms.
“ A snail can sleep for more than three years at a time. The air quality of Mumbai is so bad, it’s equivalent to smoking 2½ packs of cigarettes a day. Everyone on earth is born with the ability to wiggle their ears, but if you don’t learn how early on, the muscle atrophies and you can’t learn any longer. The-” x
“Okay okay!” Your cousin chuckled, everyone’s faces clearly expressed how flabbergasted they were. “Yeah you’re perfect for the queen of nerd here.”
“Shut up!” You mumbled, intertwining your hand with Spencer’s. You then felt a comforting hand nuzzling your head, and you looked up to see your mother.
“Hey gang, let’s all make our way to the kitchen!” You quickly grabbed Spencer and ran over to the kitchen, ignoring his confused look. Everyone followed shortly after you, all racing to try and get dinner. After a quick prayer and everyone dishing portions onto their plates, every adult sitting in the dining room while all the children ate at the table in the kitchen.
“This is delicious.” Spencer said, swallowing some of your mom’s mashed potatoes.
“Why aren’t you a gentlemen!” Your mom said, a proud blush on her cheeks as she smiled smugly.
“Y/n your boyfriend’s making us look bad.” Your uncle, who sat on the other side of you joked, shoveling food into his mouth.
After everyone finished eating, everyone sat in the family room, where the stockings and presents were located. It was a tradition, you couldn’t open your stocking without the little kids reading the story of Jesus’s birth from your late grandfather’s bible, and you couldn’t open your presents without posing for a picture.
You saved a seat for Spencer, who explained that he wanted to talk to your dad for a moment before everything started. When they returned, your dad had a gigantic smile on his face. You raised your brow and gave your dad a suspicious glare, but he just smiled politely back at you. You knew you wouldn’t get any answers from Spencer either, so you shrugged it off.
The little ones stuttered and tried their best to read the old text, but you were just watching Spencer mouth along to the words, stopping momentarily when he received a kiss from you.
“Alright everyone, here’s your stockings!” Your mom called as the children finished. She handed them out, and smiling at Spencer’s confused look when she handed him one.
"Don’t look so shocked honey, everyone deserves presents.“ He smiled to himself, enjoying the gift cards and chocolate that were inside. He didn’t have Christmases like these.
"Okay everyone, huddle up! You know the drill! Pictures before presents!” Your dad called. Everyone was clumped together trying to fit order not to be cut off. “Spence what are you doing? C'mon!” You asked, noticing your boyfriend standing on the side.
“Oh…no…I don’t- you guys wouldn’t want me in there.” He stuttered, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture. At his protest everyone yelled out different words trying to persuade him to join in, making you and Spencer smile. He finally relented, stepping in next to you.
After your aunt set the camera on a timer, she ran back into her spot, everyone holding their smiles for a few minutes. As soon as the camera took five photos everyone dispersed, getting ready to open their presents. “Uh hey!’ Spencer called out to everyone.
"Before we start, I’d like to give y/n a very special present.” He dropped to the floor on one knee.
“Oh my gosh.” You whispered, everyone gasping and tears pricking on your eyes.
“Y/n, you’re the light of my life, cheesy I know, but…I don’t think I could spend one more day without you being my fiancée, and soon my wife. I asked your dad for his blessing. Your family has treated me with so much love. I love you y/n will you marry me?”
“Well Merry Christmas indeed.” Your grandmother smiled s Spencer drew you in for a kiss.