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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!

<(^v^)>

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!"

<(^v^)>

"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!
 

Comments

berryblue_girl
Apr. 23rd, 2010 08:05 am (UTC)
Before he could answer, the doorbell rang and Emily went to answer it. She handled the exchange with the delivery boy quick and closed the door. Derek had moved to the living room, laying two forks and the rest of the six pack of Guinness on the coffee table. They say in silence for a little bit, just munching on different foods. She looked over at Derek just as he lowered his container of noodles and sighed, "I just want to know what I did wrong."

<(^v^>)>


JJ yawned as she headed to her car. Pulling her cellphone from her purse, she tapped out a quick message to a certain cop down South. Hey...might head down 2 ur neck of the woods 4 a visit. Would that b ok?

A moment later, she grinned when she received the message: Sure, cher

<(^v^>)>


Spencer stretched and yawned as he rose from his deep sleep. Studying the small clock, his eyes widened when he saw that it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. He blindly grabbed for his cellphone and checked to see if he had messages. Sure enough, he found two missed calls and voicemails, one from Derek and the other from Prentiss, and three text messages, two from Derek and one from Penelope. He guessed that this meant Derek was still concerned, and his behavior was worrying the girls. He stumbled out of Ethan's guest room, following the smells of frying bacon and toasting bread. As he entered the living room, he cleared his throat and Ethan turned, teasing, "And the dead walks. I've got some coffee in here, and I'm making BLT's. Hope you're hungry."

"Starving," Spencer replied and just then his phone started ringing. He looked down at the caller ID and saw that it was Derek. Hissing "Stay quiet!" to Ethan, he quickly answered with, "Hey, babe. What's going on?"

"Why didn't you answer your phone earlier?" Derek asked, ignoring his greeting. "I've been calling and texting you all morning."

"Derek, calm down!" Spencer snapped then winced. Taking a softer tone, he replied, "I just got up, jet lag caught up with me, and I crashed as soon as I got inside my hotel room."

"Oh, sorry, Spence," Derek said, sounding guilty. "Shit, babe, it slipped my mind about the time zone difference. So when are you going to see your mother?"

Spencer looked away from Ethan, feeling hot with guilt as he lied, "Just as soon as I get ready and get some food in my stomach. I'll tell her you said hi. Now I got to go, Derek. Need to shower."

Disappointment was evident in Derek's voice as he replied dully, "Yeah, okay. I love you, pretty boy."

"Love you, too."

He pressed the End button and turned back to see Ethan studying him with his "I smell bullshit" expression. Spencer shuffled his feet and Ethan motioned for Spencer to come closer with a butcher knife, saying, "Apparently we have much to discuss. Chief topic being why your boyfriend seems to think you're in Las Vegas."

Okay, you don't have to do the Ethan/Spencer convo if you don't want to. I just didn't want to do it all in one go. And sorry the Emily/Derek convo was light on comfort, Derek was just hell-bent on brooding! I'd love to see your Emily! Have fun!

topetine
Apr. 23rd, 2010 03:30 pm (UTC)
((btw: no offense but clooney is a big dog like a shepherd or a retriever or a rottie. lol.))
Emily frowned at Derek from across the table before reaching out to touch his hand comfortingly.
"You okay?" She asked as he shrugged, placing his phone atop the table.
"Something just isn't right." He sighed and withdrew his hand.
"Can you think of anything that might have happened?" She asked as Derek frowned. "I can't." He said as Emily gave him the look. "Well..."
"Well?"
"I mean...I didn't invite him to come to Chicago when Des' got in her accident...and I...I didn't tell my mom about us." He admitted as she nodded.
"Maybe it's payback? Like, you went off to see your family for a few days, and now he's going to see his?" She suggested as he shrugged. "Look, Derek...coming out to your family is never easy."
"Yeah, like you know." He snapped as she laughed quietly.
"Actually, I do." His brows pinched as she nodded."It doesn't get easier, but, on the bright side, your mother is a lot more caring than mine is."
"You?" He asked as she smirked.
"Yeah. Mom asks me if I'm still a lesbian every time i see her." She laughed softly and sipped at her diet coke, finally getting a smile from Derek.
"I just feel like he's keeping something from me. I hate acting like I don't trust him, but, something just isn't right."
"Look, take it one step at a time. You two have known each other for years, you two are great together, but he might just need some space. Look, it's Friday, we have the weekend off, let's just go out, relax, take your mind off it and approach it on Monday."

--

JJ had left a little early that afternoon and flew to New Orleans for a romantic weekend with Will. He was waiting for her in the airport with a small bouquet of mixed wildflowers.
"Well, hello, cher." He said, with that charming drawl and lazy smile.
"Hello yourself, Detective." She said, smiling sweetly, blushing a little as he gave her the flowers, accepting a kiss as well.
"Don't you Detective me," He laughed, brushing her hair away from her cheek, kissing her again. "How on Earth did you manage a whole weekend off?" He asked as she nuzzled his cheek.
"Well, Spencer is visiting his mother, Morgan had just gotten back from Chicago...we all could use a break, really." She said as he took her hand and lead her towards the exit of the airport.
"I certainly won't argue with that." He admitted, keeping her close.

--




topetine
Apr. 23rd, 2010 04:06 pm (UTC)
Ethan sat at the small kitchen table and handed Spencer a cup of coffee.
"Unless you'd like something stronger." He said as Spencer hesitated and shook his head.
"I probably shouldn't have either." He murmured, sitting down slowly, holding his stomach lightly.
"Since when do you refuse coffee." Ethan asked suspiciously, sipping out of his own mug. "Are you gonna tell me what's going on now? Why's your beau think you're visiting your Mama?"
"I just needed to get away." He said, sighing in defeat as he picked at his toast.
Ethan put down his mug and sized him up, the dark circles under his eyes, the paleness, the tenseness in him. "Are you using again?" He asked, point blank, watching him flinch.
"No...No." He shook his head and wrapped his arms around himself. "I almost wish it was that easy."
"Then what is it? You having second thoughts about him? I didn't meet him, but, if he was able to pull you out of yourself, then he's probably damn good."
"Ethan...this is going to sound absolutely crazy." He said as his friend shrugged.
"Try me."
"I..." His voice cracked a little as he curled up tighter. "I'm..." He shook his head and he looked away."I'm pregnant."
He looked up and caught a tiny glimpse of confusion with a hint of shock on Ethan's face before he smiled softly. Ethan dragged his chair over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, guiding him into a gentle hug.
"And?"
"And what? This is...insane." Spencer said as Ethan chuckled.
"When I was a kid, I asked my parents where babies came from. They told me babies came from love." He smiled and rubbed his back gently.
"Well, that's just..." He shook his head and pulled away, on the defensive. "It's factually inaccurate. I am factually inaccurate. This isn't supposed to happen." He choked out, feeling tears prick at his eyes.
"Have you been to a doctor?"
"N-no."
"Spencer." He sighed and rested his elbows on his knees, trying to catch his gaze. "You gotta learn to see miracles when they're right in front of you."


A Little More About Me

Random Girl and her Beast
berryblue_girl
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.

Inception

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