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Preggers!Spencer Round Robin

Hey!  So if I did this right, which I'm sure I am, you and I are the only ones able to see this post!  *Mauwahaaaa!*  Some rules apply.  No more than three posts a turn, if you can't get it out by three comment space's worth, then cut something down.  Any POV goes, so if it pleases you or me, we can play the doves or one of the supporting characters.  If you have a comment on the story, we can talk it out during a message on LJ.  And no pressure on when to respond, just do it when you can.  *g*  Hehe!  So...let the madness begin!


Spencer groaned after he finished throwing his guts up for the fourth morning in a round.  He grimaced and managed to raise himself to his knees.  He rested his knees on his small sink and turned on the water, cupping one of his hands to swoop water into his mouth.  Standing slowly, he flushed the toilet and left his bathroom.  He plopped down on his bed and studied the clock.  8 a.m.  Derek was supposed to be back from Chicago today.  He had to go there when one of his sisters, Desiree, got into a car accident.  They had tried to dissuade him from coming, Desiree saying that her leg was just broken, that she was fine, but Derek, ever the caring brother, refused to hear any arguments.  Said care even extended to Spencer, Derek noticing his nauseousness of late.  Before he rushed out the door, he kissed Spencer and said, "We're taking you to the doctor when I get back.  Can't have my pretty boy sick on my watch."

Spencer worried his bottom lip as his brain worked against him.  There was a perfectly logical yet illogical reason
to why he was feeling the way he had lately, but he didn't want to even enknowledge that ideaHe and Derek had only been together for six months.  Spencer closed his eyes as they blurred with tears.  What if this scares Derek away? his mind unhelpfully supplied. 

"No," Spencer spoke aloud softly.  "He was there for me when I went through detox with
Dilaudid when we first got together.  If he was there for that, then surely-"

His ringing phone jerked him from his slowly-growing panic.  Without looking at the ID, he answered shortly, "Spencer Reid."

"Hey Spencer!" Penelope
responded brightly.  "What's with the stiff greeting?"

Spencer wiped at his eyes quickly, as though she were standing right in front of him, and said, "It's nothing, Gar-Penelope.  Sorry.  So what's going on?"

He could practically hear the gears turning in her head.  Worry colored her voice as she asked, "You sound strange.  Is it because of this little stomach bug you've had lately?  Derek's been really worried about you."

Tears flooded his eyes again, and he fell back on the bed, his free hand unconsciously moving to stroke his stomach.  He swallowed hard against the large lump growing in his throat and replied in a choked voice, "I d-don't think it's a stomach bug, Penelope."

Her end was silent for a second before she gasped and said quickly, "I'll be right over!"


"Did you know that there are about 25,000 cases of male pregnancy each year in the US alone?"

Spencer looked at his friend, who studied him with the same worried expression she had had since she arrived.  They sat in his small living room, and he had been avoiding looking down at his small coffee, where they had placed the five different pregnancy tests.  He looked at his black TV screen and recited, "Of those cases, around 70% are successful.  Failures are mostly the results of miscarriages or abor-"

"Reid!"  Penelope exclaimed, causing him to jump.  She took one of his hands, tugging it softly, and he looked at her.  Her eyes were glittering and she asked softly, "Are you even a little bit happy about this?  This isn't something you can explain away or profile.  You can't hide behind your wall of numbers and creepy little facts."

He felt his chin tremble as he cried, "How can I, when there are so many odds against me?  My body type isn't ideal for carrying a baby, not to mention the sheer amount of stress my job puts me through on a day to day basis."  

Penelope pulled him into her arms and he let her, crying into the soft juncture between her neck and shoulder.  She rubbed his back in a soothing pattern and pace, murmuring, "Oh, my baby genius, you have to have faith.  You have to believe this will work itself out.  You can talk to Hotch and make arrangements, staying behind in the local offices when you travel.  And when you get into your third trimester, you can hang back with me.  Don't forget, you have an entire team and one protective baby daddy that will move heaven and earth for you and your little one."

Spencer couldn't help but smile as she spoke.  He sniffed and chuckled, "How is it you seem to have all the answers to life?"

He felt her press a kiss onto the top of his head.  "You forget, my dove, I am the goddess of all things worth knowing.  It's my duty to know these things."

The egg timer dinged and pulled them from their tender moment.  Spencer pulled away from Penelope's warm hug and picked up one of the tests, seeing her follow suit from the corner of his eye.  Studying the tiny stripe, he made out the definitive answer: a tiny pink plus sign.  He looked over to Penelope and asked, "Positive?"

She nodded and they looked down at the remaining tests, all saying the same thing.  Spencer placed his hands, one still holding a test, on his stomach and murmured, "Hello in there."

Your turn!  Remember: no pressure on when to respond.  Hope I gave you some food for thought!


Apr. 21st, 2010 03:22 pm (UTC)
Derek Morgan couldn't help but enjoy his little vacation, even if it was for a not so great reason. Desiree's car accident was certainly nothing to be pleased about, but being able to sleep in certainly was a plus, however, waking up alone was a significant minus. He rolled over in the too small bed that had been his since childhood. He looked around, frowning up at the football posters, the Northwestern banner tacked up. He thought about the bikini models taped up to the inside of his closet door and laughed. Oh, how things had changed, though, he certainly wasn't complaining too much.
He rolled out of bed and checked his cell, finding no new messages, a small frown gracing his lips. Probably a busy morning for Spencer, he thought before pulling on a sweatshirt and heading downstairs, beckoned by the smell of breakfast.
This was certainly nothing to frown at either.
"Morning, sweetie." He heard as the last stair creaked when he hit it, smiling to himself at his Mother's alertness.
"Mornin, mama." He said, entering the kitchen, seeing Des sitting at the small kitchen table with her leg in its pink cast propped up on the extra chair. "Morning, gimpy." He teased as she wadded up a napkin and tossed it at him. He caught it easily and deposited it in the trash, giving his Mother a kiss. "What's for breakfast mama?"
"Banana nut pancakes." She told him, kissing his cheek. "Sit, sit. Coffee's ready."
He poured himself a mug of steaming lifeblood and sat down at the table as commanded. "How are you feeling?" He asked his sister sincerely as she shrugged.
"I'm good. Still a bit sore." She smiled and picked at her pancakes. "Thanks for coming, Derek."
"Des, you know I'm here if you need me. I would not leave my baby sister to hobble around." He beamed a smile at her as she finished her breakfast.
"Well, I have a date with trashy daytime TV." She sighed and smiled, getting up slowly, balancing herself on her crutches, heading to the living room.
His mother handed him a stack of pancakes and sat down beside him, nursing her cup of tea, her motherly gaze on him. "Thank you for coming, baby, it was going to be rough between Sarah and I getting Des' stuff down from her room upstairs."
"It's no problem, Mama." He told her, digging into his breakfast.
"So...how have you been, baby?" She asked as he tensed slightly.
"Fine." He said quickly, knowing he sounded suspicious as he focused himself on using his fork to cut the pancakes into tiny bites.
"Derek..." She said, using the Mom voice that was probing for more.
He tensed enough to not squirm and shrugged. He waged a mental war, weighing pros and cons of coming clean. While his feelings for Spencer were as clear as day, what to tell his mother was a whole other issue.
"Derek, are you in trouble? You worry me being so far away. I don't know what's going on when you don't tell me." She said, reaching over and touching his hand comfortingly.
"Mama..." He said, sighing gently, looking up to see her concerned expression and all he could think about was what she said before the mess with Buford came undone, you owe me some grandbabies! "It's nothin, Mama, really." He forced a smile and went back to his breakfast.
Apr. 22nd, 2010 03:33 am (UTC)
(Adding a bit to unwind before bed)

Mrs. Morgan sighed and dropped the subject, knowing that she was going to get nowhere as long as Derek stayed so closed up.

"Well, how is Clooney doing at least? Is he still chewing up your shoes when you leave him for the weekend?"
Derek laughed quietly after a moment, finishing the last of his pancakes. "You make it sound like I abandon him when I'm out of town. That dog is spoiled rotten! The neighbor kid walks him before school, after school and before bed, and plays with him.
Poor dogs with owners in business, retail and all that get less attention." He smirked as his mother nodded, finishing her tea.
"I'll take that as a yes?"
"Oh, yeah." He'd neglected to mention the poor puppy's reluctant adjustment to having Spencer around so much, but did slip out with: "Reid was so pissed one night when Clooney chewed up a pair of his favorite Chucks..." He laughed softly, not thinking as Mrs. Morgan's brows raised neatly and all she said was:
"Oh?" The kind of "oh" that was a veritably loaded question, practically exploding with curiosity.
"Y-yeah." He smiled and brushed it off, hiding behind his mug.
"Does Dr. Reid spend the night often?" She asked, sounding like it were a valid, conversational question.
"Mama, it's not like that--god," he sighed and got up. "No, he's not over that often, we were just working on some consults and it got late, so I made up the guest room."
"Well, I was going to say Clooney was just excited about having someone else's shoes to nibble on."
"Yeah..." He took the dishes from the table to the sink and smiled at his mother. "Hey, go keep Des company, I got the dishes."
"If you insist." She smiled and took her leave, giving his shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

Once he was alone, Derek's mind snapped back to Spencer again, immediately, wondering how he was feeling. He dried his hands on a dish towel and checked his phone, making sure there were no messages still. To his dismay, his inbox remained empty.

A Little More About Me

Random Girl and her Beast
Comedy is simply a funny way of being serious.

Let me tell you a riddle...

You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away.
You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don't know for sure.
But it doesn't matter.
How can it not matter to you where that train will take you?

Because you'll be together.


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