Echos of a Genius | Spencer Reid

One or Two

Stephie

I wake up around 5:23 am, rushing for the toilet, Spencer drags his feet after me, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, holding my hair back. This has been our routine for the past 2 months. Today is our 10 week mark. I'm ten weeks pregnant, making this officially my longest pregnancy. I had morning sickness with my last one but not like this. This is worse. I can't even think about food until lunch time.

"I hate this," I pull my knees up to my chest and lean into Spencer's legs, which are directly behind me. He leans down and kisses the top of my head.

"I know," Spencer tries to sympathize with me but I always end up yelling at him. I feel so bad. I'll snap and then cry, and then apologize, and then apologize again for apologizing, and then be up his ass and then the cycle just repeats.

"No." I snap at him. "You don't know. You have no idea what it feels like to run out of bed and just vomit before you can even process any thoughts."

He just rubs my back as I reach for the toilet one more time. This is actually torture. If men had to give birth, there would be a cure for morning sickness I bet.

I've honestly tried everything to make it chill out, medicines, vitamins, recipes, oils. Nothing has worked, i'm just forced to stuck it up.

Funny enough, well actually i'm not sure if I should be sad or laugh about this but, we had twins for about 30 seconds, and then baby B ate baby A, so now we're back to just one baby. Which is totally fine, but it's just so strange. Weird experience.

Spencer always gets mad when I say ate because baby B didn't eat baby A, they just absorbed into one. I don't know there's like science behind it or whatever.

"You." I turn and look at him when the nausea calms down. He's just staring at me, barely holding open his eyes.

"You did this to me you monster."

His eyes widen and he lets a smile crack across his face, glad to see he thinks I'm kidding. I stand up and go for the sink to rinse my mouth out and brush my teeth. Even when I know this isn't end of it. In about an hour i'll be at the office rushing to the bathroom and throwing up again. I've been avoiding everyone in the morning so I don't get looped into a conversation and then have to rush away when the nausea comes back.

"Are you still planning on telling everyone today?" Spencer is standing in the doorway of the bedroom and I turn to face him, he has a cup of tea in hand.

I made a promise to myself and to Spencer, if we could make it to double digits we'd tell the team. I'm sure Spencer has already told his mom, he tells his mom everything when he writes his weekly letters to her.

I look into the mirror, staring at my body that now has a noticeable little bump when wearing a fitted shirt like I am right now. I look back at him, he has this look on his face, he's so sure. So ready. He's been dying to tell everyone, so they can worry about me on cases as much as he has been.

I take a deep breath and walk towards him, wrapping my arms around his body. His arms go around me too, his free hand rubbing up and down my back.

"Yeah," I shake my head and look up at him. "Let's tell them."

"I can't do this," I say as we step onto the elevator to head up to the bullpen. We have gift bags for each member of the team. Inside contains a small box, inside the box is a positive pregnancy test, i only have to take one more since I had originally taken five of them.

"It's going to be okay," He kisses my head and we step off into the hallway walking towards the office doors. I glance over at Spencer, who looks perfectly calm. I wish I could borrow just a fraction of his composure.