Settle Down

Chapter 2: Would it help if I dressed up like Spock?

You never want to thank serial killers for anything but you were slightly grateful that they decided to chill for a week. You and Spencer didn't really want to have to put this off another month and you very well couldn't go to Hotch like "you mind if Spencer sits this case out so he can knock me up?"

You decided that you wouldn't tell the team what you guys were doing until you were at least 4 months pregnant, which getting Garcia to keep it a secret was proving to be its own task. You thankfully had been able to intercept her before she could tell Derek.

Spencer was over every night after work now, cuddling you on your couch watching a new Disney movie. For a man who seemed to know everything, his classic children movie knowledge was lacking. Right now, you guys were watching Ratatouille. He was sitting on the couch and you were on the floor beneath him between his legs, his hand aimlessly raking through your hair. You were on the verge of purring like a cat. You had forgotten how it felt to be comfortable around someone.

"I don't understand. If this movie is supposed to be about a rodent in a gourmet restaurant. Why is he making a peasant dish?"

"It's called Ratatouille. Why do you think?" You say, looking up at him. "It's a pun."

He smiles down at you. "Well, it's a play on words. Not a pun."

"Whatever, nerd." You go to turn your attention back to the screen but his hand slides from your scalp to around your chin, forcing your head to stay up.

"Tomorrow's the day, you know." Spencer says.

"Trust me, I know." You say.

"Are you.... nervous?" He asks, eyes kind of shifting.

"You don't make me nervous, Spencer." You say, turning so you can look at him fully. "But something tells me you are. Tell me what's bothering you."

"It's just.... Idontwantittobebadforyou." He rushes out.

You look confused for a second before you realize what he's saying to you. "Oh, Spencer you don't have to worry about that." You say, tapping him on the leg. "After all, you are kinda the only one it needs to be good for."

"Actually some studies have been showing that women are more likely to become pregnant if they also achieve orgasm."

"Now that's something I didn't know."

"I just... it just feels selfish. You're not getting anything out of it."

"But I am getting something out of it, Spence. The best thing, our kid." You laugh. "That's what we're doing this for, right?"

He hesitates slightly. "Y-Yea, it is. Sorry, I don't know what I was thinking."

"Hey, it's alright. Caring if I orgasm already puts you above like 90% of the guys I've fucked." You shrug. "Now, shut up. I'm trying to watch Remy." You say, turning your attention but to the kitchen antics on the screen before you.

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You had been antsy all day. Penelope tried to pry out of you what was making you so jittery but you never told her. As far as Penny was concerned, you and Spencer were going through the clinic. She didn't need to know the details of how you were getting pregnant.

After work, you and Spencer piled into your car and drove to your house. Once inside, Spencer waited in the living room while you went to the bathroom and took an ovulation test. Not exactly the sexiest thing to set the mood but what are you gonna do? You come out some time later brandishing the test before tossing it in the trash.