Addicted to You

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a/n: get ready for baby name reveals babes!!!

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Atticus worshipped her days off at this point. Simply because carrying around 25 extra pounds of weight all day is exhausting. And sure, she wished Spencer was home on the days she was. But she found plenty of ways to entertain herself. Like, finishing decorating the nursery (despite Spencer's many protests to let him do it because she most definitely shouldn't climb ladders but what he doesn't know won't kill him), or drawing up new tattoo ideas, but mostly she played music. Playing her own guitar when she got the chance. Because, even though their little gremlins were not out in the world yet, she wanted to share her most passionate interest with them. And when she played her own guitar, whether it be acoustic or electric, they would both be able to feel the vibrations just in case one or both of them wouldn't be able to hear them.

Luckily, she hadn't plugged her amp in otherwise she would've missed Spencer's call. She picked up the phone, pressing it between her ear and shoulder while letting the guitar hang down by the strap around her waist.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Hi, Bubba. I forgot one of my files at home and I--um kind of need it."

"Spencer Walter Reid, I will never understand how you have an eidetic memory and manage to forget things like this."

"I know--sooo, you'll bring it to me?", and though she didn't respond he could very clearly imagine the expression she was making, "Pretty please?"

"Of course, love."

"Ok, thank you--I love you!"

And before she could even say it back, he hung up. Atticus went to retrieve the file he had left in their room, reluctantly climbing into her car to make the half-hour drive to Quantico. The struggle didn't end there though. She had been trying to find another female artist to fill in for her hours at the tattoo shop, however, trying to do such a thing in a male-dominated industry is way more difficult than necessary. And this process somehow involved talking to more men than women.

By the time she even got to the BAU, she hadn't even noticed that the bullpen was empty due to the frustration of talking on the phone.

"Ok! You know what, bitch? Your two brain cells could not even begin to comprehend how difficult it is to deal with a somehow male-dominated and ridiculously misogynistic industry! So, I'm going to ask you if you just so happen to know where I can speak to another woman because apparently, every man is completely incompetent. "

"No, I wouldn't.", he responded from the other line.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God. Do you know anything?! At all?! How the fuck do you still have a job--", she mindlessly opened the door to the conference room, "Uh--I gotta go. Don't fucking call back.", she abruptly hung up upon seeing everyone standing in the once bland--but now decorated room. And just like everything else did, this made her burst into tears. Again, like every time, Spencer wrapped her in his lanky arms. 

"Surprise, babe!", Penelope squealed while also joining in on what was now a group hug.

"Holy shit, I am sobbing crying--what the fuck?", she sniffled, "Sorry.", she muttered while running her fingers over the tear-stains on Spencer's sweater. But he just kissed her forehead softly. Penelope scurried to the round table that was covered in her current favorite foods, and handed her a plate of her famous snickerdoodles, "Oh my god. I love you all the time, Penelope Garcia, but never more than right now. Oh! Here's your file--sorry."

"It's ok. I don't need it.", not catching on she looked at him with a slightly furrowed brow, "It's empty.", he held it open, "I just needed an excuse to get you here."

"You are one sneaky son of a bitch."

"I know--I'm getting pretty good at surprises if I do say so myself."

"You are also very cute.", she smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips and he noted the way she tasted faintly of cinnamon sugar.

A little while later, the whole team stared at her in confusion while she wrapped a pickle in a fruit roll-up and covered it with hot sauce and tajin, "What?"

"That cannot be good.", Derek huffed out a laugh.

Though, his statement made her jaw drop open, "Really? Try it, you'll see."

And with a little bit of hesitance, he did and tried to hide the small smile on his face, "Right?! It looks a little weird, but it's incredible. And that is just a glimpse into the beauty of Mexican/Latinx cuisine."

A few jalapenos later, they had opened up some of the gifts that all of them were very insistent on getting. Most of the team got practical gifts. Like Hotch who got a couple of rockers. Or Rossi, who splurged on a double-seated stroller. And JJ, that bought two baby carriers, knowing that their hands would be very full. And then there was Penelope. And Derek, who had paired up with her (even though she picked most of the stuff out). She had purchased practically hundreds of stuffed animals, plush toys, gender-neutral onesies, and lots of learning toys knowing that the twins would be geniuses just like their parents.

"Geez, Garcia--they're not even here yet.", Spencer chuckled. 

"Hey, boy genius, you can never have enough furry friends. And, I am going to be the most fantastic Auntie in the world. Again--because ya know, Henry and Jack.", she giggled.

Eventually, they had finally reached the last gift bag. And inside there were two swaddles. One that was yellow with 'Octavia Diana Reid' embroidered on the edge. And the other green with 'Onyx Taylor Reid' embroidered. 'Diana' was obviously after Spencer's mom and 'Taylor' after Atti's. 

"Oh, dear god. How am I crying again?", Atticus huffed out a laugh between sniffles, "Thank you--everyone. This was so sweet. And knowing that they'll never have to worry about being loved like we did, very clearly makes me sob.", she laughed again while trying to wipe away her tears.

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a/n: ok, I don't think I'll ever figure out how to end this shit lol. this was just kind of a sweet and short filler:) also if you don't like the names I picked--sorry, I guess. but also, smd lmao.