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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. 27th, 2010 01:14 am (UTC)
Derek was buzzing with excitement, geared up for the hour and a half drive to Baltimore to see Dr. Gerald Palmer, who ran a special Fertility clinic and Pediatrics ptractice for LGBT Patients. He gathered all of their paperwork, and information and notebooks into one of those re-usable shopping bags and loaded it in the car. He came back in to see Spencer squirreling away snacks in his messenger bag before peeking into the fridge.
"Ready, Pretty-boy?" He asked as Spencer nodded, poking his head out of the fridge, biting the tip off a strawberry.
"Mmhm." He said, finishing it easily and tossing the leafy cap in the sink. He rinsed his fingers quickly and moved towards Derek at the door, pausing to pet Clooney.
Derek smiled, looking him over dressed in a paisley button up shirt, with a brown librarian cardigan over it, with Khakis and the remaining pair of Converse Low-Tops that Clooney hadn't eaten. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his mouth, taking a second to run his hands through silky, though slightly tangled hair, using his fingers to comb them out. Spencer purred softly into his mouth, pressing up against him lightly, nipping at his lower lip.
"Let's go, boys." He said, rubbing his palm against his belly before kissing his nose.
"Boys?" He asked, smirking. "What makes you think it's a boy?" He said, following him out the door as Derek grinned.
"Just a feeling."

After an easy drive, they were in the office, sitting down filling out copious amounts of paperwork. In the office were a few female couples, and a few pairs of men, with who they assumed were surrogates. There were no other male couples without a woman present. There was a bulletin board over the length of one wall with snapshots of happy families and adorable babies, labeled "OUR EXTENDED FAMILY".

Spencer's hands were tapping at his thighs anxiously until Derek's hands covered them in a calming gesture. He leaned over and kissed the side of Spencer's neck, smiling easily.
"I love you." He said, resting their hands on Spencer's tummy. Spencer smiled and leaned his forehead against Derek's.
"I love you, too."

"Spencer Reid?" A nurse called from a now open door, dressed in scrubs with a Cookie Monster top and Oscar the Grouch bottoms. She smiled, sticking her pen in her bun, holding the door for them. "I'm Michelle, how are you feeling?" She asked, smiling, leading Spencer into a small alcove and had him step on the scale. "Uh, uh," She laughed, and tapped the strap of the messenger bag on his shoulder. "Hand that over to Papa." She smiled, receiving a grin from Derek, who took the bag easily. The nurse recorded his weight and lead him to a private room.

"So, how have you been feeling? Morning sickness? Aches, pains, fatigue?"
"All of the above." Spencer smiled. "It's bearable though. Morning sickness varies from day to day."
"Good, good. First trimester is usually the pits, by the second, you're doing okay, and by the third, you'll be begging for it to be out." She grinned and laughed. "Kidding...sort of. Just remember, the ends justifies the means."
"We're excited." Derek supplied, Spencer nodding and smiling. "Have you had many....cases like ours?"
"Mmm...since I've been here? Only one I think." She said, thinking. "Surrogacies and In Vitro are more common." She smiled and said: "Dr. Palmer will be in in a few minutes, okay? Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Tea? Coffee?" She pointed at Spencer. "Sorry, no coffee for you."
"Don't remind me." He frowned as she gave his shoulder a a gentle pat.
"No, but thank you."
Apr. 27th, 2010 01:46 am (UTC)

Dr. Gerald Palmer was a man in his late 50s, with salt and pepper hair and a light beard. His white coat had a few buttons on it; an AIDS ribbon, A Pride button, a March of Dimes pin, and a stethoscope with a stuffed Koala hanging on for the ride.
"Hi there, pleasure to meet you." He said, holding out his hand to them both. "So, who's expecting?" He smiled and sat on the little stool, opening a chart.
Spencer smiled shyly and raised his hand. "Me. This is Derek, my..." He paused, thinking as Derek smiled and squeezed his hand. "Boyfriend."
"Well, congratulations." He looked over the information. "So, nothing horrifically awful? Morning sickness is coming under control? You're not experiencing any loss of appetite?"
"No, not much lately. We had...a bit of a rough patch, but, it's much better now."
"Getting enough rest?"
"Oh, yes. Derek is pampering me to no end." He smiled.
"Hmmm...FBI? Impressive." He nodded in approval. "Both of you?"
Derek looked sheepish and nodded. "Is it that obvious?"
"I guessed with you. You've got the look." He laughed and nodded. "So, do you two have any idea when you conceived?"

Spencer went scarlet and Derek looked down at his shoes.
"Well...probably..." Spencer frowned and looked at Derek. "During the Caruso Case...in Ohio...That's the only time I think we...didn't use protection." He said as Derek nodded.
"Sounds like it to me."
"And when was that?"
Derek did some mental math. "Two months ago?" He answered as the Doctor nodded.

"Okay...So, we're thinking 7-8 weeks?" Derek agreed. "Good. Well, let's take a look. Spencer if you'll come here, Derek, pull up a chair." He gestured to the examination table and moved out of the way. "And, Spencer, if you'll take your shirt off for me and just shrug your pants down a bit, we'll grab the Sonogram and Donny in. I'll leave you two to get comfortable, okay?"

They nodded and Dr. Palmer stepped out for a moment. Spencer sat up on the exam table self consciously and smoothed his hands down the front of his shirt, after slipping out of his cardigan. His hands fluttered nervously at the buttons and Derek smiled and assisted, kissing him on the temple.
"It's going to be fine." He said, giving him a kiss on the lips.
"What if it isn't?" He asked, covering up with his cardigan for modesty.
"Optimism, pretty-boy." He said, pulling up the chair and sitting beside him, holding his hands.
Apr. 27th, 2010 01:47 am (UTC)

After a few moments there was a knock at the door and Dr. Palmer entered with a male nurse in Hulk Scrubs pushing a Sonogram machine on a cart.
"Alright, Spencer, lay back, and get comfortable for me okay? You can keep your sweater on until we're ready." The machine turned on and he started it up, was calibrated and Dr. Palmer gestured for him to get ready. Derek took his sweater and Spencer pushed his pants a bit lower down on his hips. "Okay, this is just the jelly stuff, like in the movies. It's going to be a little cold, okay?" He smiled and Derek squeezed his hand as he saw Spencer flinch at the chill. "Alright, let's find that baby, okay?"

Derek's hand held Spencer's tightly as they both watched the screen as Dr. Palmer searched around Spencer's belly.
"Does it always take this long?" Derek asked as Dr. Palmer laughed.

"Patience, your baby is about 9 millimeters now, it's a bit hard to pinpoint." He said, moving to a different area, smiling. "There." Donny pointed to the screen, a small pale bubble inside a black bubble surrounded by gray.
"Ohmygod." Spencer breathed out, as Derek squeezed his hand, staring intently at teh screen.
"That's my boy." He said, pointing. "That's our boy!" He said, kissing Spencer easily, who laughed and corrected.
"Or Girl."
"It's so tiny." Derek said as the Dr. pointed out little nubs that were arms, legs, head...
He continued to move across his abdomen and blinked and looked closer, moving again. "Well I'll be..." He said as they both looked at him quizzically.
"Well, I'm not sure what kind of living arrangements you have...but you might want to invest in an extra bedroom." He said, smiling as they looked at each other.
"You mean..."
"Twins. This is...incredibly rare...I don't think there have been more than a handful of twins born from Males."


Armed with photos of the sonigrams they headed home, buzzing with excitement, met with half a dozen messages from Aunties Emily and Penelope demanding to see the little doves.

After they got in the door, Derek smiled at Spencer, pulling him close and smiling happily. "Pretty-boy?" He purred, kissing him long and sweet. "I think I see House-Shopping in our future."

A Little More About Me

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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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