FREAKING OUT ² ➢ spencer reid

LIV

"You're back!" Luke yelled, widening his arms. He stood at the doorway excitedly, smiling wide as Reid and I moved up the driveway, hauling our luggage. Without a word he ran down to meet us, throwing his hand out to grab the strap of my shoulder bag. As he did, I pulled away quickly, shooting him a narrow-eyed look before eventually giving in and handing it over. "I'm trying to help, stupid," he said with a sigh.

"She doesn't need your help," Reid responded in a mocking tone. I shot him a glare, which he merely just laughed at.

"I don't, though," I added, even though deep down I definitely did. By now we'd been in travel mode for a while and honestly I was starting to feel it. On the plane, despite the massive amounts of turbulence I'd somehow managed to pass right out, which according to Reid was some sort of miracle, because before we left I was bouncing off the walls.

On the way to the airport I convinced him to let me have coffee, which I definitely took advantage of. Instead of my usual brew with a mountain of sugar I asked for a shot in the dark, which I for sure didn't need. The second I drank it, I felt my chest ache, which only got worse the longer I sipped. Like usual, Reid shook his head at my chaotic choices and just let it happen.

"Let's get you inside." Reid dug his fingers into my shoulder as he pushed me to the door. At this point my legs were moving on their own; slowly gliding across the pavement of the driveway.

When we made it indoors he grabbed the rest of my stuff and went downstairs. On his way, I wondered to the couch and plopped down at the edge, watching from the corner of my eye as Luke did the same. He let out a sigh as his butt touched the cushion, giving me a lazy eyed look as he leaned back and settled in comfortably. "How was your trip?"

"Amazing," I said, flashing him a smile.

"I'm glad you guys actually got a break; god knows you guys deserve it." He nodded his head and moved in his seat, letting out a subtle groan as he moved his elbow to the arm of the chair. After that, he rested his face against the back of his hand and let out another sigh, eyeing me curiously. "I know you're tired, but can we talk about something?"

I positioned my body upwards and nodded my head. As I did, Reid wandered up the stairs, his Converse clad feet slapping against the hardwood floors tiredly as he made his way over and sat down between us. "What do you wanna talk about?" I questioned, peeking around him.

Reid must've realized the topic was serious, because not long after he was looking between us, furrowing his brow in confusion.

"Do you guys like this place?" Luke asked.

We both glanced at each other and shrugged, not really sure how to respond. To be honest we loved it. The size was just right and the neighbourhood was great, but with Luke in the mix it made it hard for us to see ourselves staying. We couldn't bare to put him through the tribulations of parenthood, even if it was by association.

"You can be honest," Luke added with a laugh.

I bit my lip and nodded my head, watching from the corner of my eye as Reid shuffled in his seat and just sort of smiled. During our trip we talked a lot about housing. With five months left until the babies were born we were kind of freaking out a bit. The thought of having to adjust to two brand new humans along with environment was honestly scary.

"While you were gone I made up with Andy."

I blinked in confusion and scrunched up my face, glancing at Reid who looked equally puzzled. When we looked back over Luke smiled back, dropped his hand from his face as he shuffled to the edge of the couch, moving excitedly. As he did, I felt my heart rate increase, which Reid must have noticed, because almost immediately he placed a hand over mine. At this point I knew he was going to move, which begged the question of what happened to the house? Was he offering up? And if so, did that mean the universe was working in favour in this time?