Don't test me

Chapter Twenty Four

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I had been avoiding him, as much as possible. We practically were together all the time, so I knew he was starting to catch on. I could feel the tension between us rise every time we were alone. It was like a flame he wanted me to put out, however, I couldn't, and I wished oh so badly I could. This was causing stress between both of us, I had no one to talk to about this, and I was practically alone.

Even if Spencer spent almost every night laying in bed next to me I could tell he was trying to give me space. It had been two weeks since I found out, and I wouldn't even let him touch me. For fear, he would see my stomach and realize the lies I have been feeding him.

One day when we got back from a case, he burst into flames, "Y/n what the actual hell is wrong with you?" He almost yelled, throwing his stuff onto the floor as we walked into my apartment.

I ignored him and walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch. I could hear him mumbling under his breath, the words he wanted so desperately to say. "Nothing," I whispered, just loud enough to hear me,

I heard a sigh followed by, "Do you not love me anymore?" his voice cracked,

I turned around to look at him, he had his arms down at his side, and his face was red. I could tell he was crying, even in the dark lighting we were in. I got off the couch and walked my way over to him, he wouldn't look at me. I didn't even bother to reply, I knew I loved him, even if I hadn't admitted it out loud. I grabbed his hands and rested them on my face, and then pulled him down to kiss his forehead.

Our eyes finally met each other and I knew at that moment I couldn't keep it a secret anymore, he had to know. "Spencer, I have something to tell you."

He sniffled and wiped some snot off of his nose with his sweater, I knew I was hurting him, even though that was the exact opposite of what I wanted to do. "Okay." He whispered,

"Please don't hate me." I felt tears start to form in my eyes, this wasn't what I wanted to do today, but in the end, it had to happen sometime,

"I would never." His voice was soft and sweet, but I knew he was burning with rage and fire inside. With me entering his life, I practically ruined it, and now here I am. Pregnant.

"I'm pregnant," I whispered.

His hands removed from my face, and he looked at me in shock, "Are you serious?" He said, continuing his soft tone,

I nodded and he laughed, wiping away his tears, "What's so funny?" I asked him, I was ready for him to leave, I had been preparing for this for so long,

"Oh my god, I am going to be a dad!" He yelled in an exhilarated voice,

I felt his arms wrap around my waist as he picked me up and spun me around laughing and smiling. Once he put me down he lifted my shirt and started talking to my stomach, "Well hello little bean." He said with the biggest smile I had ever seen him wear,

"So you're not upset?"

"Who could be upset about this!? We're creating life! Oh my god I am going to be a dad." Spencer chuckled and kissed me all over my face, "Plus this is partially my fault for not wearing a condom."

I laughed at his remark and then gave him a peck on the lips, "You're right about that one."

"Who knows?"

"Hotch does, but other than that no one." I then thought back to the day he found out, when he called me in his office.

"So that's why Hotch has been extra cautious with you lately,"