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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!
 

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topetine
Apr. 28th, 2010 01:05 am (UTC)
Derek Morgan counted backwards from ten, leaning against the counters, facing the cabinets, trying to control his temper. Of course, Strauss was really being logical. Really, she was, but goddamn he didn't like it. What happened to his rights? Why didn't he get to take time off when Spencer took his Maternity leave. He growled in annoyance and took another few deep breaths and headed to see Garcia.

He knocked before he entered and was surprised to see Prentiss sitting with her, at the spare desk. Garcia spun around in her chair and smiled, then frowned.
"Oooh....you....don't look happy." She said, lips quirked to the side. "Come here, angelfish." She beckoned and patted the free rolling chair.
"Let me guess, Strauss forgot she was human again?" Emily asked as he sat heavily.
"I guess it went as good as we could have hoped..." He admitted. "Spencer will work according to Doctor's orders, and I will be working through Spencer's Maternity Leave."
"Oh, baby..." Garcia cooed, taking his hands, cuddling up to him.
"Well, just think of it this way, Morgan. It could be worse." She smiled sympathetically and rolled over. "Come on, Papa Bear, we've been waiting for days to see."
Morgan finally smiled and produced his wallet from his back pocket, pulling out a folded 4x6 copy of the Sonogram.
Garcia snapped it up first and Emily moved close, tucking her head over her shoulder, looking at the photo.
"Oh...how...precious." Garcia whispered, tearing up a little as she touched her index finger over the first, then the second little blob. "Honey-love, twins?!" She breathed as she made a cross between an aww and a whimper of joy, leaning her head towards Emily's. "Look how teenytiny."
A nostalgically sad smile crossed her lips. "I know." She smiled and looked to Derek, nodding. "Really, congratulations."

--

Gathered up at the Round Table, Hotch introduced The Dave Rossi.
"Dave, this is Jennifer Jareau, our Media Liaison." He gestured to the pretty blonde.
"Please, everyone calls me JJ."
"Agent Emily Prentiss," A polite nod. "Penelope Garcia, our technical Analyst."
"A pleasure, sir." She smiled as Hotch gestured to the couple.
"And SSA Derek Morgan, Dr. Spencer Reid."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir, I've read all your books, several times." Spencer blurted out as Derek smiled and reached for his hand confidently.
Rossi's brow quirked and Garcia grinned. "Yes, they're an item, my sweet sweet doves, and Reid is pregnant with my godbabies."
"Pregnant with your godbabies, you say?" Rossi smirked as she nodded.
"I know, right?! TWINS!" She squealed as Emily smirked.
"That was so subtle, Garcia." She said as the analyst grinned.

--

A Little More About Me

Random Girl and her Beast
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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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