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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. 22nd, 2010 11:09 pm (UTC)
I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant

It was like a bad song that was on repeat inside his head. Spencer had thought he was ready to tell Derek, he thought he really wanted to tell Derek, but now that Derek was there, sitting next to him, he wanted to swallow his tongue. Making a decision he knew he would regret down the road, he faked a small smile and curled against Derek's side, sighing, "I'm just glad you're back home. I missed you."

He felt some of the tension drain from Derek's body as he wrapped his arms around Spencer and replied, "Missed you, too, pretty boy. How's your stomach feeling?"

"It's still a bit queasy," because I'm pregnant, "but I should be better soon." Soon being about nine months or less because I'm pregnant.

Tears flooded his eyes at the guilt he felt for lying to Derek, but he needed more time to think, process what this meant. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, he said roughly, "I think I might take a personal week or so. You going to see your family makes me want to see my mother. And with Gideon disappearing, going to see her might be the thing I need to regather my bearings."

He felt Derek press a kiss on the top of his head and murmur, "Maybe I could come with you? We could have some alone time."

Spencer shook his head, trying not to sound too urgent with his refusal of Derek's company. He forced a chuckle, "We've done a good job so far of keeping this a secret. Both of us asking for time off, especially after you just got back from Chicago, would be a little suspicious."

And you being pregnant won't be? his mind supplied unhelpfully.

Derek sighed, disappointment evident in his voice, and said, "Guess you're right. I just figured...you know, it would be nice."

Spencer gave Derek a peck on the cheek and asked, "I'm tired. Let's go to bed, yeah?"


Penelope sipped her coffee as she watched the security feed of the entrance to the BAU. She couldn't wait to talk to her doves and give Spencer a big "I told you so". She had complete faith that Derek would be over the moon about having a baby. Sure, it would present some problems at the work place, but it wasn't anything the two of them couldn't handle. She tried her best to suppress a squeal when she saw the two of them on her screen. She jumped up and made her way to the bullpen. She had her mouth open to call out to them when she snapped it shut. Something was very wrong here. Spencer seemed fidgety and scurried toward Hotch's office as soon as he dropped his messenger bag at his desk. And Derek didn't have that expression he had when he and Spencer first got together, that "I'm really happy but I'm trying not to show it" expression. Instead his face was pinched with emotions one didn't associate with finding out they were going to have a kid.

What the hell is going on here?


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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