Ineffable - S.REID

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・゜゜・．THREE WEEKS LATER .・゜゜・

Clara figured that she had possibly collected a few speeding tickets during her drive home but she couldn't care at that moment. She just needed to get home, home to him. She fumbled to put her keys in the door, sighing softly when the door opened and she stepped inside. "Spence?" she called into the house whilst pulling off her jacket and shoes. 

"Studio," he yelled back, making his presence known as she hung her bag on the coat rack. She smiled as she walked into her studio, finding him sitting on his chair facing the big windows whilst reading a book that she recognised from the shelf in their bedroom. One of his favourites to reread even though he knew it like the back of his hand.

"How was teaching?" she asked as she entered the room, instantly drifting to check on her most recent work and how it was drying.

"Odd. There's multiple people auditing my class," he responded whilst turning the page of his book, listening as she rummaged through a drawer and pulled something from the back of it. Clara began to laugh softly as she realised something, remembering her days in university. He looked up at her laughter and frowned, "What?"

"They think you're hot."

He frowned, brow furrowing deeply as she walked over to him. "What?"

"Trust me they think you're hot," she responded, still laughing softly to herself. "Did the same thing in college. And besides, how couldn't they?" He smiled as she kissed his cheek, her stomach still flipping as his cheek dimpled.

"How was the movie?"

"I didn't go to a movie," she responded softly whilst pulling up her stool that usually lived at her easel, sitting down opposite him. He looked up again and closed his book without marking the page, confusion furrowing his brow.

"Did you go somewhere else with Garcia?" he asked, bewilderment overtaking his voice.

"No, I haven't seen Pen today," she replied, nerves biting at her words and hidden smile as he just grew even more confused. She had hated lying to him and just hoped that eventually, when the truth was out, he would understand.

"Where did you go then?"

She cleared her throat before sighing, "The doctor."

He sat up in his chair at her tone of voice, mind instantly going to all the wrong places. He attempted to read her microexpressions and body language to get a grip on what was going on but found himself interrupted. From her back pocket, she pulled a folded piece of paper and handed it to him. Her heart leapt as he hurriedly unfolded the paper and stared at the picture pressed on it. She watched his gaze flicker over the words written on the sides of the page then settle in the middle. "You're pregnant," he whispered, still staring at the embryo near the middle of the page.

"I wanted to check if it was true before-'' Clara cut herself off with laughter as he stood and moved quickly over to where she was sitting, wrapping his arms around her middle. In the process, he had knocked over a near empty cup of coffee that had been balanced on the smallest table in the house but neither could really be too bothered about that. She, whilst wrapped in his arms, reached back into her pocket and pulled out a positive test that had been the first indicator. It had been hidden in her paintbrush drawer, along with three others that she had taken in disbelief before booking a doctors appointment for the very next day.

"It's viable?" he whispered as their foreheads rested together, both displaying matching grins despite the worry that bit at his words.

"There's still risks but it's viable," she responded softly and his grin grew - she didn't think that would be possible- before he kissed her for the second time since she arrived home. "I have to have monitoring and things, just incase. I'm sorry I went to the doctor first because I didn't want to get your hopes up again. I couldn't do that... I'm so sorry."

He frowned at the guilt within her eyes and whilst he was disappointed he couldn't have been there for the moment, he completely understood why she had done what she had. And besides, it was one appointment out of many. "It's okay," he reassured, hand resting comfortingly on her knee. "There'll be plenty of appointments I can come with you on."

She smiled and felt tears gather in her eyes. With the influx of hormones and how anxious she had been about this very moment, earning forgiveness and having his understanding was honestly the most important thing to her. She whispered back tearfully, "There aren't any words in any dictionary or any language to explain how much I love you."

He chuckled, the sound echoing in his chest as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "That's a lot of words," he joked softly, tracing shapes on her thigh.

"It's a lot of love," she shrugged, muffling her smile with her lips. "Quite similar to what those auditors feel I think."

He grinned and it dissolved into laughter as he tucked her fallen hair behind her ears. Adding to the running joke, he whispered back, "I only have eyes for you." 

As the laughter between them died down, his gaze drifted towards the sonogram once again. They hadn't gotten a photograph the last time so the idea behind the picture completely astonished him. He couldn't help but stare at it. She smiled softly and took a mental picture of the moment, not wanting to forget the look on his face. "Can we not tell people this time? Until we're sure?"

"It might be a little difficult to hide given who we work with."

"There are ways of fooling everyone," she responded with a slight smirk, remembering the things they got away with when they first began dating. "Even Hotch."