Agents with Kids (Spencer Reid x reader)

Part 13

Your room is still dark as you snatch your ringing phone off of the nightstand. Your eyes register JJ's contact as you answer the call, tucking back into the warm bed.

"Hey, y/n. We've got a case. It's local, and they won't settle for anybody but the BAU. I need you at the office by 6:30, alright?"

Despite a new case being the last thing you want, you agree.

"You got it, Jayge."

The air is crisp around you as your window planes sap the heat from the room. You force yourself out of bed, bringing the duvet with you for warmth.

"What was that for?" Reid's sleepy voice mumbles.

"Shit, sorry. We've got a case. I'm getting in the shower." You shrug the covers off and head into the ensuite, cranking the hot water as fast as you can. By the time you've got shampoo in your hair, you can hear Reid's phone go off and muffled conversation from your bedroom. You finish up, get out and blow dry your hair as fast as you can, but you still don't catch Reid before he leaves. You eat something and grab your keys. That's when you notice his note.

Handwritten on a post-it stuck to the back of your front door, it reads "y/n- JJ wanted me to get started on a geographical profile ASAP. I'm leaving for the office as soon as I can. See you there. - Spencer"

You pull it from the door and stick it to your counter for safe-keeping. Your heart pounds a bit thinking about him leaving you a note after you slept together. You remind yourself that this is strictly about a baby. Reid is your friend, no matter how many butterflies you have in your stomach thinking about last night. You take the stairs instead of the elevator, the momentum of rushing down flights of stairs is just distracting enough to get the feeling out of your chest.

You're fifteen minutes early to work, but you and Rossi are still the last ones to arrive. The two of you had gotten in the elevator together, where he'd greeted you with a "Hey, kid.". In an effort to not think about the fact that your coworker's sperm was currently inside of you making a kid, you blurted out.

"Kid is the name for baby goats, you know." Rossi humors you with a small smile and you consider smashing your head in between the elevator doors. Nothing starts the day quite like an awkward interaction with your boss.

You both head straight to the conference room. Prentiss pulls the chair next to her out for you as JJ starts the briefing.

After, Reid hangs back to catch you on your walk out of the room.

"How are you?"

"Good, you?" You raise your eyebrows. Reid wasn't usually one for pleasantries.

"Oh I'm good, I-uh-how're you feeling?" he stumbles a bit.

"Same as I did yesterday."

"So, exhausted?"

You snort at that. It's not what you meant but it is true.

"Maybe. Whenever I start to feel off, I'll tell you first thing. Promise."

He smiles at that. "It could be as long as two months for symptoms to appear." He follows you back to your desk, where you start to grab anything you think you'll need for the case. "Pregnancy doesn't start until five to seven days after fertilization, when the zygote implants in the uterine lin-".

For all the FBI training and experience he has, he is horrible about keeping things under wraps. Your eyes dart around, but nobody seems to have been listening to the two of you. You don't want to draw attention by interrupting him. You do the only thing your brain can come up with. You step on his foot.

Not hard, just a press on his toes to get him to stop.

He gives you a confused look and you start before he can.

"In private, Reid." you whisper. It takes him a second but he realizes he almost briefed the team on your friday night activities.

"Right, my bad." He nods.

He doesn't bring it up again at work. In fact, he doesn't even bright it up outside of work. You see plenty of each other- you finally got him a key to your apartment and he drops by more than ever. You don't bring it up in case he reacts awkwardly. Two weeks pass until he calls you early on a sunday morning.

"What's up, Spencer?" you raise the phone to your ear, still lying on your pillow.

"Hey, did I wake you? Sorry-listen. I just realized the date."

"It's nobody's birthday, right?" You don't remember any february birthdays on the team.

"Nope. You should have started your period today. Unless, you know."

"I just woke up. Give me five minutes and I'll give you an update."

"Okay!" he responds and you cut off the call.

You roll out of bed and go to the bathroom. Sure enough, there's a few spots of blood on the "just in case" panty liner you'd put on last night.

You give him a call, as promised. The disappointment in his voice is clear when he hears your update.

"Oh." He's quiet for a moment, and you wonder if he's going to back out. You're still in so long as he is.

"You'll be ovulating again in early march. We can talk about when to try again once we get close to the date." you breathe a sigh of relief.

"That sounds good."

"Don't stress y/n, conception commonly takes several attempts even when no fertility problems exist."

"Thanks, Reid. Sorry it didn't work out this time."

"Don't be sorry, at least not to me. It's a process, we'll get there. Take it easy, ok?" you agree and end the call.

In excitement and optimism, you'd scheduled a blood test for this week already. It was far more accurate than an at home test and that sweet, sweet FBI insurance paid for it entirely.

It was scheduled for wednesday morning. You figured that if you weren't on a case, you ought to just go and talk it over with your doctor. It's probably for the best that they know you're trying anyways.

You poke your head in Hotch's office on Tuesday afternoon and fake a lie about getting a crown replaced, and he tells you he'll hold any briefings until after lunch.

The nurse is clearly excited for you when he reads your chart, but you mention you got your period.

"Can't hurt to make sure, huh?" he remarks. They have an in-house lab for blood tests and you're an early appointment, so he promises to rush it for you so you can have your results that day.

You get a chance to talk to the doctor and you're on your way back to the office. Your cell buzzes as you walk into the bullpen and you pick it up, stepping back out into the hall.

"Ms. y/n/l?"

"Speaking." you confirm.

"We have the results of your blood test this morning. They came back positive."

You try to catch her before the nurse kills the call.

"Sorry, would you mind confirming what the test was?"

"Your HCG count. You're pregnant. You'll have to visit an OB to get an interpretation of the actual number's effect on your pregnancy, but we can confirm that your pregnancy test was positive. Any other questions, ma'am?"

"No. Thank you very much." you say in a small voice.

a/n: and that's on spotting during pregnancy