Spencer Reid | Oneshots

From the Tree ❤️ (M)

Summary: The kidnapping case becomes personal when Spencer and Reader get a call from their nanny.

Rating: Mature (16+)

Content Warning: Kidnapping, parents fighting, knives, children in danger, pregnancy, guns, death (minor character), murder

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The drive home after wrapping up a long case was always a good feeling. No matter the awful things we left behind, Spencer and I were always driving towards something better when we were finally on our way home. But now that I was seven months pregnant, the drive was dramatically more enjoyable. Not only would my own bed be better than whatever shitty motel we stayed at, Spencer and I would get to sleep cuddling both of our beautiful babies in our arms.

"I'm so ready to be going home," I sighed, readjusting the very little possible in my seat with my giant pregnant belly in the way.

Spencer only looked over for a second, cleverly keeping his eyes on the road rather than me. But he raised his hand to mine that was holding my stomach, gently rubbing the area with a small smile.

"I know. This was hard. You deserve a break," he said fondly.

I think we were both mostly just grateful that it was still daytime. So often we came back on a red-eye, but today was a beautiful day; the kind that would hopefully consist of swinging on the front porch and drawing silly chalk doodles on the driveway. If I could get through the squeezing without getting nauseous, I even considered making lemonade.

It was an idyllic fantasy I'd been finding myself sucked deeply into more and more often lately, and I knew that Spencer had noticed. He hadn't said anything to me yet, and a part of me was worried that was his implicit rejection of the idea.

Then again, I had to give him a chance to reject it eventually.

"Speaking of breaks... my maternity leave is fast approaching." My voice shook, and I hoped he would write it off as the rumble of the car instead. "And I've been thinking..."

Thankfully, Spencer noted my hesitance and saved me from the embarrassment of a lost thought.

"I know," he said simply.

"You know?" I repeated, laughing as his hand returned to the steering wheel.

"You're my wife. Of course I know."

It'd been five years, but it still made my heart flutter when he called me that.

"What do you think about it?" I asked, compulsively smoothing out the wrinkles on my shirt and resisting the urge to cross my fingers.

Honestly, we hadn't talked about my growing desire to leave the BAU. It was our home away from home— the place where we'd met and fallen in love. It felt strange to imagine a life without them every day, but... I wanted a life where my child knew us, too.

I knew that our daughter knew that she was loved, but it was hard. She hadn't shown any signs of wanting to talk and had a lot of the early signs of autism, which wasn't that surprising considering her father. Of course, she was only two, so there was no way to know for sure. But if she were autistic, it would be so much easier with one of us there with her.

Spencer knew that, too, I think. After all, he and his mother were close as could be. It made sense that he'd wanted that for his kids, too.

"I think... I'd miss you on the jet. But I'd be happy knowing you're at home with our kids."