The Red Lounge ~Spencer Reid x Reader ~

Ripple Effect

Spencer meets (Y/n)'s mom.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iroA1od4WO8

Spencer offered to drive to the care home, and I eagerly agreed. My heart was hammering in my chest anyway and I didn't trust myself not to lose control if something happened. So, I showed him the directions on my phone and away we went. "Can we stop for coffee?" I asked, wringing my hands in the passenger seat of the truck.

"Only if you get decaf." He replied easily, and I turned to glare at him. He expected this reaction though and didn't bother humouring me with a response. "You're anxious enough without caffeine." He added when I began pouting. "Behave, (Y/n)." He growled out when I still didn't accept his conditions.

I sighed. "Nevermind then." I replied, realizing he was right. I hated when he was right. I shifted in my seat, pulling on the dress as it itched and overstimulated my skin. I hated lace, and every place lace could be, it was. I swear to god I'm going to burn this dress someday.

I don't know what happened to it mom! It was in my closet, I had brought it out to wear for work one day and poof! It was ashes. No I'm not sure why someone would sneak in and only burn a dress. What a shame. I laughed to myself, earning me a look of curious confusion from Spencer. I just waved him off, promising to explain later.

The drive to the care home took about 10 minutes, and when the big building came into view, I really appreciated not having a coffee,knowing my heart would only be beating even harder. I hadn't stopped to see my mom before I left, and from the pissed off call I got from her at midnight the night I left, I knew for a fact she was not pleased with me.

So imagine my surprise when her face lit up and she cheered when she saw me. Spencer's hand on my lower back pushed me forward, and I hadn't realized I stopped walking until I felt that pressure. "Oh! My baby! Look at my baby girl!" My mother called from across the room, causing every prying eye to snap up to see the topic of conversation. I swallowed thickly, but forced myself to smile as I extended my hands out to her and wrapped her in a hug.

"Hi Mom. How are you feeling?" I asked, checking her over. Her motor skills have gotten worse, and only her right arm was able to move, and her left eye looked red and swollen like she wasn't blinking enough.

"Oh same as always." She looked past me at that, and her face contorted in confusion and then concern as she eyed Spencer. "Who are you?" I flinched at the tone she used, but Spencer didn't. Instead, he offered out his left hand for her to shake, expertly maneuvering around the side effects of my Mother's stroke easily.

"Hello Ma'am, my name is Spencer." He introduced himself, looking to me for permission to explain our relationship. I nodded and he dipped his head politely. "I'm (Y/n)'s boyfriend." My heart dropped when my mother's hand retreated from his, giving him an accusing glare.

"My daughter already has a boyfriend, and it isn't you." She hissed, and I stepped between them, breaking the line of sight.

"Mom, Aiden and I broke up at the end of April, it's the middle of July now." I said, my heart stilling at the thought that her memory was getting worse.

"No. He was here yesterday and told me that you two were just on a break." I froze, my eyes darting over to Spencer who stiffened, then turned on his heel, his hand extending in a silent order to wait where I was. I watched him go before I turned my mother's wheelchair from the direction of the nurses stand and turned her toward a chair where I sat, holding her hands in mine.

"Okay, mom. Come tell me how you've been doing. I want to hear all about it." Her face lit up again and she launched into a retelling of her daily routine, looking scandalously around as she filled me in on the gossip, all the while I tried to keep an eye on Spencer as he spoke quietly with a nurse.