THE DAY KATHARINE'S WATER BROKE WAS... for lack of better words, interesting. It started with a call that Spencer had gotten hurt in the field, the genius having left three nights before for a case that was only meant to last the day.

Of course, Katharine was furious when he had left her. They had agreed that for the couple of weeks leading up to the due date, he'd be at home doing paperwork and not going out into the field. That had changed when the BAU called him in for a case that was supposed to be quicky.

Now, all she was was worried.

Ignoring all the medical advice that said she shouldn't fly thirty-five weeks pregnant, Katharine had hopped into her jet and flown herself to California. Mid-flight, her water broke, causing her to swear multiple times as she landed the plane.

"I'm fine," she tried to convince Peter, who she had called in a panic. "I just--" she cut herself off with another string of swears as a contraction crashed into her body-- "Oh fuck. Contractions aren't supposed to start for another eleven hours. I'm not having my baby in the fucking sky."

She heard shuffling on the other side as Peter handed his phone over to Pepper.

"Katharine?" she asked, trying to see if she was still on the line. Katharine responded with a, "Yes?" She gritted her teeth together as she glanced over at the plane's speedometer. She was pushing two-thousand miles per hour, trying to get to California.

"Just breathe," Pepper's soothing voice led her through a few deep breaths. "You're going to land that plane like the badass you are and then you're going to get to the hospital where Spencer is one-hundred percent fine. And you're going to have a baby."

Katharine groaned. There were forty minutes left in her flight and she was stuck sitting in amniotic fluid while having minute-long contractions roughly fifteen to twenty minutes apart.

"Pepper, she's not supposed to come yet. It's only March first!"

"Katharine," Pepper said, appearing on the screen in front of her. It was almost like a facetime call except only Pepper was visible. "It'll be okay. Everything will be okay. Why don't you tell me about the name you settled on for your girl?"

Katharine took a deep breath, urging the plane to move faster. She suspected that either Pepper or Peter had already called medical on the other end of the flight.

"Spencer wanted to name her something nerdy like Casseiopia or some other bullshit like that--holy fuck!" Had it already been fifteen minutes? She looked over at the clock and realized fifteen minutes had, in fact, passed. Her hands gripped the steering yoke tightly, her knuckles turning white as she gripped tightly. "But--but I wanted Diana Grace, for our mothers--Pepper, I can't do this, holy shit, why didn't I have someone else fly me."

Katharine was scared, that much was evident. She hoped that they had gotten Morgan out of the room because she didn't need to see her Aunt Kat in pain like this.

"You've only got twenty-five minutes of flight left," Pepper tried to reassure her. "Just focus on getting into California safely. There'll be a landing crew ready for you when you arrive."

Katharine tried to take deep breaths, taking control of her near hyperventilation and focusing all her attention on landing her jet safely in California.

True to her word, Pepper had gotten a landing crew to help her out of the jet and onto a stretcher as soon as she landed. They allowed her to keep her phone, Pepper still feeding her words of encouragement as they drove off the airstrip as fast as possible.

"Holy--!" Katharine bit down on her lip to stop herself from swearing as another contraction rolled over her.

"Peter's calling Spencer now," Pepper informed her. "They're waiting at the hospital for you."

"I'm going to fucking murder Spencer," she said as the pain started to leave her. She had denied the help of any drugs for the pain, not knowing how she'd react. "God! Why couldn't it be the guy to carry the child?"

They arrived at the hospital, rolling her in through the emergency doors and getting her up to a birthing suite in no time at all. The doctors there gave her a dressing gown to change into, her clothes having been ruined from her water breaking on the plane.

She groaned when she realized someone was going to have to deep clean her jet.

It didn't take long for Spencer to find where they had brought her, dressed in a surgical gown with a fabric hair net over his head. He had gloves on as well but removed them per Katharine's request. She really just needed to feel his skin against hers at the moment.

"Her water broke at twelve-fifteen," Pepper's voice filtered in through her phone. "Her contractions started not too long after. They're still fifteen minutes apart for a minute in length."

"Thanks, Pepper," Spencer said, gripping onto Katharine's hands. "We'll let you go now."

"Alright," she agreed. "We'll see you guys when you get back."

Katharine clenched as yet another contraction rippled through her, Spencer holding her hand through the pain as he counted the seconds from start to finish. A moment later, a doctor came through the door with a clipboard in hand.

"Hi Mr. and Mrs. Reid--"

"Dr. Reid," Katharine corrected her, relaxing back into the bed. "He's Dr. Reid."

The woman smiled understandingly. "Well, Dr. and Mrs. Reid, I'm Dr. McLemore. I just got off the phone with your obstetrician back on the East Coast and she's given me everything I need to know. From your latex allergy to your birthing plan, I've got it all."

Katharine nodded, glad that Dr. McLemore had gotten in touch with Dr. Levy. She swore that her obstetrician back home was some sort of goddess. Dr. Levy just had a glow about her that made her safe and welcoming, not to say that Dr. McLemore wasn't welcoming...

Katharine figured she should stop thinking now. In case there were any telepathic people hanging around. 

Dr. McLemore left them soon after, saying that she'd be back in an hour to check on them and, well, the baby. A nurse came in shortly after to take an ultrasound and when she found everything was A-okay with the baby, she left.

Roughly ten hours later is when her contractions started picking up, moving away from the minute-long contractions every fifteen minutes. Her contractions were about thirty seconds long now, her only reprieve being the four minutes in between.

Dr. McLemore had returned by then, nurses now filling the room as they prepared for the birth. It was when the doctor asked her if she was ready that Katharine really became scared.

All her insecurities and fears came rushing at her at once, thoughts of if she'd be a good mother or not rushing into her mind. Oh, God, she tried her best not to cry. What if there was something wrong with the baby?

"Ready?" Dr. McLemore asked, positioned opposite Katharine's head. Katharine couldn't help it, she sobbed as she thought about bringing a child into the world.

"Spencer," she whimpered, dragging him closer to the bed. "I--Holy shit!"

"It's time to start pushing," Dr. McLemore told her. Katharine started to hyperventilate at the thought, crying out in pain as she pushed. Spencer was trying to get her to get to her to keep breathing. Between the sobbing and the yelling--mainly aimed at him--he made sure to keep a proper hold on her hand.

"HolyshitIfuckinghateyou," Katharine rushed out in one breath, pushing at Dr. McLemore's instruction.

But that wasn't true. It seemed like an eternity had passed before she could finally relax, crying filling the room as her baby took her first breaths.

"Can I see her?" Katharine asked, her forehead soaked with sweat and her chest rising and falling with effort. She didn't bother trying to sit back up, knowing the afterbirth would come next.

Once the nurses brought her daughter over to her, causing Katharine to sigh in relief as she was allowed to gather her beautiful baby girl into her chest. She thanked Dr. McLemore as the woman congratulated them.

"Diana Grace," Katharine mused, looking up at Spencer. "Still think she looks like a Casseiopia?"

Spencer shook his head as he gazed upon his little family. He felt his word shifting as he fell in love with the sight of the love of his life holding their child in her arms. There was more to life than just work and Katharine now. Now, they had a bundle of joy to care for together.

He pressed his lips to her forehead, feeling an overwhelming amount of emotion toward his wife. He wiped a tear off her cheek even though he didn't bother with his own.

"I love you," Spencer said, an arm wrapped around her shoulders while his hand stroked Diana Grace's cheek. The baby stirred slightly, her mouth opening and then closing as she wormed her way deeper into Katharine's chest.

Katharine looked up at Spencer, looking into those same hazel-brown eyes that she had fallen in love with on day one. In her thirty-one years of living, she didn't think it was possible for her to love someone as much as she did him.

She reached over, wiping his tears for him. Then, gently, she brought his lips to her own.

"I love you too."