Don't test me

Chapter Twenty Six

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Spencer let everyone know I was going to be gone for a while, however, he refused to take time off. For two weeks he came home every day with a rose and food from my favorite places. Although this didn't take away the pain I had buried in my chest it did provide a great distraction to look forward to every day.

I would sit on the couch, alone, thinking about the little kid that could have been running around the apartment, making Spencer and I laugh our hearts out. However, that was only a dream.

I was told the miscarriage was from stress, and that it was indeed not my fault. I did everything I was supposed to, but maybe having a baby with the job I have now wasn't the best idea in the first place.

On the third week of being home, wallowing in pain, Spencer came home with two tickets to a drive-in movie, which I desperately did not want to go to. "I already rented out a truck so we could lay in the back to watch the movie, you're coming."

I tried everything I could not to, but he was adamant about it. "I don't want to.." I wined,

"What do I have to do?" He asked, holding my waist, and staring at me intently,

I sighed, "You have to take me to the pet shop." He raised his eyebrows in question and I laughed, "Not to get anything, just to look around."

He stood there thinking for a moment, and then sighed, "Fine. I'll take you to the pet shop."

I giggled and hugged him tightly and then running into my room to get changed. I threw off the shirt I had been wearing for a week and found a jacket to throw on. I decided to just change into new sweatpants instead of jeans or leggings as no one was going to see me other than Spencer, and my body was still in pain.

After I was done getting ready, I grabbed a blanket off of the bed and walked back out to Spencer who was sitting on the couch reading a book. "Ready to go?" He asked, looking up at me with a small smile. I nodded and reached out my hand for him. He got off the couch and threw his book down onto the coffee table, and then walked over to me and took my hand.

We walked out of my apartment, and down to the parking lot where I saw a big green pickup truck in the place where Spencer's car usually is. I hopped into the passenger seat and got comfortable, wrapping the blanket around me, and watching Spencer struggle to drive.

Even though I did go through something terrible, so did Spencer. I wanted to know how he was feeling, however, I knew he wouldn't tell me. Spencer expresses his feelings through facts, and I don't think that could help either of us right now.

A few days after it happened I worked up the nerve to call Hotch and tell him. However, he did not take this lightly. Not even an hour after I had called and told him the reason I needed time off, he was at my door, with a bag of chocolate, ice cream, and some other treats he had asked Garcia about. Of course, making sure she didn't know his true intentions. Hotch was like the dad I never really got to have, and I feel so lucky to have him in my life.

As we pulled into the lot, there were already a bunch of cars parked so there was no way we were getting a front spot, however, I did have to guide Spencer to a decently good view. After we parked I got out and laid the blanket on the back of the truck so we could lay down. "Shit I should have got another blanket," I whispered under my breath,

"I knew you would," Spencer said, and then threw over two pillows and another blanket. I flashed him a smile and then began setting up a cozy area for both of us to enjoy. After I was done rearranging things for the fifth time Spencer handed me a basket full of food, which I was very glad for as I hadn't been eating very much in the past few days.