Little Miss Reid// Spencer Reid

Chapter Twelve[EDITING]

S P E N C E R

Derek allowed Emory and I to have the apartment for the night precisely for wedding planning and baby planning. I was beside myself excited for this baby, it was a  whole new milestone in our relationship.

"We need flower arrangements, food arrangements, I need to get my dress, God everything's falling apart now that the wedding has been moved up. I hate this," She groaned, pacing back and forth. It was good news, but Emory is getting way out of hand.

"You mean before you were pregnant with our baby?" I asked, hurt. I stood up from my place on the couch and walked over to where she had stopped pacing.

"N-no, but-" She began to explain but I couldn't have it. I wouldn't have it. She literally just told me that everything would be better if she wasn't pregnant. Maybe I am exaggerating. I'm in a bad mood anyways. Everything's falling apart now and I don't know how to put it back together.

"No, Emory. You just told me everything would be easier if you weren't carrying our child. This is an amazing milestone and you're tearing it to pieces. I thought I knew you better than that." I growled, grabbing my keys and coat from the hanger by the door. Emory's eyes widened in fear and sadness and rushed over to me.

"Spencer please don't go, I need you here," She begged, "I'm sorry, baby, okay?" I sighed and opened the door. I shook my head ashamed and walked straight out the door.

E M O R Y

I don't what had gotten over me. I snapped, said something I didn't mean, and now my fiance is gone to who knows where. I completely broke down. I threw my pen on the floor with frustration, causing the cap to break off and ink to spill everywhere. Tears filled my eyes and I slid to the ground, shaking and trembling. I don't know how long I was out of myself for, but I do know it was long enough for Uncle Derek to come back and Spencer still be gone.

"Emory?" Uncle Derek rushed to me and sat down next to me, taking me into his arms, "Em, baby girl, what happened?" My head collapsed onto his shoulder and tears poured from my eyes.

"I messed up, he left. I don't know where he is, Uncle Derek." I wiped my eyes and placed my hand on my stomach, as if it would give protection to the baby.

"He gets that way. He'll be back. I promise." Uncle Derek soothed, rubbing his hand up and down my back. I don't know what happened. One minute we were fine. Laughing, kissing, planning our wedding, and then everything went wrong with I messed up my words.

"Uncle Derek, I want him now." I said, looking into his eyes. I knew he knew where he was. He always does. He took a moment to say something, but then he just sighed and nodded. He stood up and grabbed my hand, helping me up and leading me out of his apartment. He lead me to the stairs and instructed me to go to the top, then through the door to the roof. That's where he always goes when he's upset. I didn't know that.

I did as told and opened the door quietly, stepping onto the cold concrete seeing as I had forgotten to slip on my shoes. Spencer was sitting against the small wall that blocked off the edge of the roof. His head was in between his knees and his fists were clinched.

"Spence?" I whispered, walking closer to him. He looked up with the most hurt and broken expression ever.

"What?" He said blankly, eyes red and puffy from crying, "Come here to yell at me? Tell me you don't want me anymore? Whatever it is, just spit it out and go!" He was broken. And it wasn't just because of me.

"Spencer, something's wrong. I know it isn't just because what I said, I'm a profiler for goodness sake." I walked up to him with one hand on my stomach. He slid his legs out in front of his body and leaned against the wall.

"Do you want our baby?" He asked with a sigh, finally making eye contact with me.

"I want our baby more than anything in the world, Spence. I love you, I love this baby, I love being your fiancé. But being your fiancé also requires you to have to tell me what's going on." I pleaded, slumping down next to him on my knees. He sniffed and looked at me with a blank expression.

"My mother's schizophrenia. It's gotten worse, um," he sniffed, choking on a sob, "I just found out that my father who had left us, he died a couple nights ago. Heart attack. I couldn't lose you too, or our baby." Tears streamed freely down his face. I sighed with sadness that he has to go through all of this and he never told me. I leaned over to him and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, nuzzling my head into his shoulder.

"Baby it breaks my heart that you have to go through this, but please tell me. You don't have to go through it alone. This baby is ours and I could be prouder. I love you, Spence. I love this baby." I smiled down at my tummy where the baby lay and back up at Spencer, who now had the faintest of smiles on his face.

"Thank you, Emory. For everything. For being mine. For being the mother of our child," he smiled through his tears as he placed his hand on my stomach, rubbing his thumb in slight circles.

"I want nothing but happiness for you and this baby. But you have to promise me to let me in." I sighed, leaning my head against his shoulder.

"Emory," he looked at me and I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, "Come on in."

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Ew this chapter sucked so much jeofmeidoaks but thanks for sticking with me for thirteen chapters lol there will be many more but while you all are waiting for the next chapters, I wrote another Spencer Reid story called 'Miracle'. It's not related to Little Miss Reid, for there will be a sequel when I'm finished. Miracle is simply another story I'm writing to keep you entertained.

Xoxo
Mae