Moon Song / Hotch x Reader

part two: and you're married

-Two Weeks Later-

"Come on baby girl, your birthday is in a week and you're telling me you don't want a party?" Morgan says teasingly.

"I'm just not in the mood to party, that's all," I mutter. It's early in the morning and my nausea is so strong I'm afraid if I talk too much, I'm just gonna spew my breakfast everywhere.

"Whatever you say, but you know the team is gonna want to party anyway," Morgan says, finally retreating to his desk. I make up a flimsy excuse to go and talk to JJ, half noticing Reid watching me. I think nothing of it and shut the door behind me when I get to JJ's office.

"Hey, you okay?" She asks, looking up from the papers she was poring over.

"Nauseous." I spit out, sitting in a chair and sighing.

"Oh! That reminds me, I found something for you. You said the ginger candy didn't work, so I found an alternative." She digs around in her purse and pulls out two little gray bands with a plastic bead in each band.

"What are those?" I ask, now curious.

"They're called Sea Bands; they help with nausea." JJ shows me how to put them on and I pull my sleeves over them, effectively hiding them. We give it a couple of minutes, and the nausea does start to get better.

"JJ, I love you, thank you so much," I say, giving her a small smile.

"Anytime, Y/N. Have you told him yet?" I clam up at that.

"Um...no. I wouldn't even know the first thing to say." I say, picking at my cuticles. "Besides, I don't know if I want him to know just yet. It's still pretty early." Dr. Mitchell confirmed that I was pregnant a week ago when I had an appointment with her. When she confirmed it, I cried. I told her I was sorry, and that I didn't know why I kept crying, and she explained that it was just my elevated hormone levels and that it was perfectly normal. Hotch has stayed over twice since I found out, and I know there's something I'm supposed to say, but I can never get the words out. So we fuck and we fight and that's it.

"Y/N? You still here?" JJ says gently.

"Sorry. Just thinking." I feel a lump start to form in my throat, but I've cried in front of JJ enough in the last week. I don't want to burden her with my fucked-up life right now. "Excuse me." I get up and rush out, running to the bathroom and locking myself in a stall, finally letting myself cry. A few minutes later I hear the door open, I sniffle, trying to get my shit together when I hear,

"Y/N?"

"Reid, this is the women's bathroom. I think even a genius would know that." He chuckles at that.

"Yeah, I know. I'm just worried about you. You haven't been acting like yourself lately. You look seasick every morning, you tell Derek you don't want a birthday party even though you make every excuse to go the bar and sing karaoke, and you're always visiting JJ." I'm quiet. I'm not sure how I want to respond. He's attentive that's for sure, but I don't know if he would understand what I'm going through. "Y/N, are you pregnant?"

I let out a surprised laugh, unlocking the bathroom stall door and opening it, looking at Spencer leaning against the sink. "I knew the genius would figure it out. Yeah, I'm pregnant. Only JJ knows, and I would really appreciate it if you would keep this a secret."

"Of course, Y/N. Your secret is safe with me. Are you doing okay? Despite, you know." He gestures at my abdomen.

"The nausea is the worst part. And I'm emotional."