Agents with Kids (Spencer Reid x reader)

Part 16

When the case wraps up, you and Reid spend your day off combing the internet for an obstetrician. You stay tucked into your bed and Reid lays on top of the covers across the foot of the bed. Really, you comb through reviews of doctors while Reid puts his brain to use and compiles a spreadsheet of candidates according to factors like proximity to work and home, years of experience, and for some bizarre reason, his best estimate of their height. Between the two of you and an hour of your afternoon, you've got a shortlist. Another half hour later, and you've found one that is taking patients and made an appointment. Only four more weeks to go until you get your first ultrasound.

The second you get the appointment on the books, you send Hotch the date. Case or no case, you're making that appointment.

Life proceeds mostly as normal. The morning sickness has kicked in daily, and not just in the morning. Reid has taken to stopping by your apartment before he leaves for work to make sure you've eaten something after your morning gag session. He stops by on Saturday's and Sunday's too, though it's less of a drop in and more of a stay for the day.

Mercifully, the nausea happens outside of work hours. You know the reason people hold off on announcing is in case of complications, but the fact is that if you had a complication, you'd never be able to hide it from the team. They'd insist on being with you through whatever nightmare most couples endure alone. If you were honest with yourself, you'd know that you were keeping the baby a secret because you still weren't sure how to explain it to your coworkers. They'd probably be convinced it was an accident and think you and Reid had some kind of fling. The last thing you wanted was Hotch or Emily insisting Reid make an honest woman out of you. If you were honest with yourself, you would still politely ignore the voice at the back of your mind saying that marrying Reid might actually be fun.

Instead, you just keep baby-gate under wraps. It wasn't that hard to put it aside at work with how busy your job was. You used to wonder how JJ kept it from the team for so long, but now you were a convert to compartmentalizing.

The closest you ever came to slipping was when Prentiss got some kind of fancy coffee as a gift from somebody. It smelled like blueberries- six weeks ago it would have been welcome in the office but today it made your stomach churn.

You wouldn't make it out of the office and down the hall to the bathroom. The best solution you could come up with on the spot was to grab a random file off your desk and book it into Hotch's office as if you'd found something urgent. He gave you his trademark slightly-angry-but-really-neutral face when you swung the door open. The moment it clicked behind you, you got on your knees in front of the trash and threw up.

Your boss crouched on the floor next to you and put a hand on your shoulder. It was probably the most affectionate thing you had ever seen Hotch do.

"Alright?" he asked when you finally sat back.

You nodded. "Sorry, I'm still trying to avoid the team knowing early."

"Hailey got sick a lot during her first trimester. She actually lost weight for a couple weeks because of it. It happens." he hands you a tissue to wipe your mouth with.

"You are way too good to me." you remark, and he gives you a tiny smile.

"I'd do the same for anybody on this team."

If anybody else said that to you, you'd think it was backhanded, like they wanted you to know that you weren't special. From Hotch, though, it was the opposite. He'd do anything for the members of the BAU. Sure you had worked here for two years, but you were still the baby. You had plenty of days still where you felt like you needed to prove your worth to the team. Hearing him tell you that you were on the same level as the others was a real compliment.

You check your phone to see Reid had sent you a simple "?" when you'd gotten up and left. You texted him back to fake a headache and get prentiss to take the coffee elsewhere.

The team was in a bit of a slow period right now. It happens every march. Daylight savings time throws criminals off their rhythms for a bit. You normally have two traveling cases a month, but this time you had one. You crossed your fingers that it would be the last trip during your first trimester. You try every "natural" remedy in the book for the flight- between those motion sickness wrist bands and a bottle of ginger ale you keep your lunch down.

Thankfully, the case doesn't conflict with your ob appointment. You and Reid sneak off around lunch time. The doctor introduces herself before leaving to get a nurse to do the physical exam. Reid turns to you with a smile after she leaves.

"Excited to see them?"

"Yeah, but did you notice how tall she is?" he catches you off guard.

"What?"

"When you stood up to shake hands, you two are the same height. My estimate was spot on."

"Was there a reason you were guessing heights?"

"It wasn't guessing! It was a mathematical prediction based off of photos. I just wanted to see if I could do it."

"I'm very happy for you." you snort.

"Hello, Ms. y/l/n." a nurse bustles through the door.

She rattles off questions about your general health and symptoms. You blank for a moment on the date of your last period, which Reid helpfully supplies.

She laughs at that, and askes "so, I'm guessing this is daddy?"

If she notices your awkward flush at that, she doesn't mention it.

She takes a blood sample before she starts the scan. When she asks you to pull up your shirt, you feel oddly exposed. You've spent the last couple weeks thinking about making sure no attention was on your stomach, and now it was the star of the show. You didn't miss the way Reid's eyes immediately went to the barely-there bump. Somehow, you felt more naked than you had 10 weeks ago.

The nurse calls the doctor back in before she starts to spread the jelly on your stomach. You shift a little under the cold sensation and Reid's hand finds yours at your side.

It takes a moment for the nurse to find it, but soon the sound of a little heart beat fills the room. Spencer squeezes your hand just a little.

"There's the little one! Looks like you were right about your estimated due date." You do not mention to the doctor that there was only one possible conception date.

You both are given prints of the ultrasound. You almost laugh when you see your name in the corner next to a tiny baby blob. Logically, you know that you're pregnant, but it still doesn't feel real.

Reid's eyes stay glued to the print the entire way out of the office, even though he's already committed every detail to memory.

a/n: back in the day, when i was in middle school, my advisory met in the school library and some office nearby always made blueberry coffee during that time and it was insane how strongly it smelled. on the bright side, even though i dont like coffee, it smelled amazing