Again sorry for the delay. Few warnings before the story starts. One: Reid is not having a C-section but I promise the birth will NOT be graphic. Two: I am not a nurse so all information relating to the birth could be slightly off; I'm using the Internet for most of it or from what I remember learning in Child Development back in high school. Three: curse words will be present but nothing major. Thank you all for the gender and name suggestions, but I went with a different name I found while reading a story from author cr8zymommy, specifically from her story titled Coming Home. She has really good stories so check her out. Enjoy and I hope I didn't disappoint anyone.
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Derek froze, unable to comprehend what Spencer had just said. The baby was coming? Now? No, it couldn't be; the baby still had a few weeks left! Even as Spencer screamed Derek still couldn't believe that their child was coming now, when they weren't ready at all. The snowstorm had only intensified in the last couple of hours, leaving their cars buried under nearly a foot of snow. There was no way Derek would be able to get the cars unburied, warmed up, keep Clooney back and comfort Spencer all by himself; there was just no way he could! All of a sudden he remembered it wasn't just him and Spencer and Clooney in the house.
"MOM!" he screams as he rushes to put his boots on. When his mom walks in he starts talking without looking at her. "Spencer's in labor, his water broke and he's having contractions. I need you to sit with him while I get the car cleared off and warmed up." After his boots get on he sits by Spencer's side and pushes back some sweaty hair. "Baby Boy I'll be right back ok? We'll get you to the hospital in no time; just stay calm and breath; my mom will be right here with you." He places a kiss on his forehead before he leaves the room.
Fran rushes over to Spencer's side. "How are you doing Spencer?" He gives her a small smile before he closes his eyes tightly and mumbles in pain. "Breath Spencer, you have to keep breathing. I know it hurts, but it'll pass." As she talks to him, Fran starts rubbing soothing circles on his back until she feels the tension leave momentarily. "There you go Spencer, you're doing great." She can't help but laugh when she hears a small chuckle come from her son's husband. "How far apart was this contraction from the last one?" she asks when it seems Spencer has caught his breath.
"Barley two minutes," he says while trying to push himself up into a sitting position. With help from Fran, Spencer manages to sit up just in time for another contraction to hit, making him gasp and place the heal of his hand on the side of his stomach, hoping it'll help ease the pain. He feels Fran's hand push his head onto her shoulder, her other hand on his lower back rubbing circles, and he can't help but let out a moan and some tears. Spencer is so focused on just getting through the pain he doesn't hear the front door open or Fran yelling at Derek to get into the bedroom now.
Derek runs back in to see Spencer yet again in pain and his mother comforting him. He runs over to his husband while saying to his mother, "The car's ready, let's get him to the hospital."
Both men look at her when she says, "Derek, there's no time."
Stunned Derek asks, "What do you mean there's no time?"
Fran pulls at Derek's hand and makes him sit next to Spencer when his contraction passes. As she gets up she explains. "His contractions are constant; if we start driving, he'll have the baby in the car which isn't ideal in the best of weather, much less when there's a snowstorm happening outside. You will stay here and keep him as calm as possible while I call 911, his doctor, and gather the supplies needed. With how quickly he's progressed, and how quickly his contractions are, I think within the next half hour we'll have a baby."
Fran leaves the room while Derek tries to comfort Spencer as best as possible, who was panicking. "Baby, Spencer, look at me, look right at me." When he sees Spencer looking at him Derek continues. "Everything is going to be ok. My mom is a nurse; she's done this before. She knows what she's doing. Besides our doctor I can't imagine anyone else more qualified to help us. Everything is going to be ok alright?" When Spencer gives a quick nod of his head, Derek smiles and gives him a quick kiss on the forehead. "Listen baby, I'm gonna have to pull your pants and boxers down ok? Everything is gonna be ok."
Slowly Derek manages to strip Spencer's clothes, stopping to comfort him when another contraction hits. Eventually Spencer is naked from the waste down, lying on the dry side of the bed with Derek sitting behind him. "We're gonna have to get new sheets…new blankets and…a new mattress…" Spencer pants after another contraction passes. They were now constant, giving Spencer no time in between them to catch his breath and more painful than he ever thought possible. "Ah, god damnit!" he screams when a stronger one hits, bringing a new form of discomfort. "I- I think I need to push," he cries.
"Hold on baby, hold on," Derek says, grabbing his hand and squeezing tightly. "MOM!" he screams again as the hold Spencer had on his hand tightens and his eyes shut tightly. Just then Fran comes running in with many materials and supplies in hand.
"I called Spencer's doctor and she'll meet us at the hospital. The ambulance will be here soon. I called them first. I locked Clooney away so he won't attack the paramedics when they arrive," she says as she lays out everything she had gone to collect. Placing a double set of gloves on she says, "All right Spencer, can you part your legs for me?" while she places a towel over his legs providing some privacy. After that is done she does the initial exam. "Alright Spencer I can feel the head, this little one is coming soon. On your next contraction I want you to take a deep breath and hold it while I count to 10, ok? Everything is going to be fine Spencer." She looks up to lock eyes with her son. "Derek, while he pushes you support his back and keep encouraging him. Can you do that for me son?" When she sees him nod she hands him a wet damp towel. "Place this on his forehead, it'll help him."
Derek just places it on his head when Spencer lets out a fierce scream. "I- I need t-to push!" he screams, the hand held in Derek's squeezing so hard Derek is sure his fingers are losing circulation.
"Then go ahead Spencer, go ahead and push! We have you son, we're here!" Fran excitedly says, placing her hands at the ready. Derek, meanwhile, sits up slightly to give Spencer more room while counting down. "1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 and 10." Spencer gasps at the end, leaning heavily against Derek. He kisses his cheek while saying, "That's it baby boy, that's it. Keep it up, you're doing great baby."
Fran looks up, trying to make eye contact with Spencer. "That was really good Spencer, that was good. Do a few more like that and your baby will be here."
Spencer opens his eyes and glares a Derek. "I hate you," he snarls before screaming again with the force of the contraction and discomfort. "So much," he finishes after another round of pushing. He feels Derek's lips on his head and hears him say, "I love you too, Pretty Boy," before he starts pushing yet again.
Three more rounds of pushing later both men hear Fran say, "I have the head. Give me another good push Spencer. You can do it Spencer, you're doing so well."
Derek feels Spencer shake his head and hears him pant out quietly, "I can't. I can't anymore. I'm so tired. I can't do this, I'm not strong enough."
Derek focuses all his attention on Spencer, not noticing the paramedics coming into the room. "Pretty Boy, yes you can. You are strong enough to do this. Look at everything you've overcome. Hankle didn't beat you and you overcame addiction. You didn't stop working when you were shot in the knee or when anything else was in your way. You beat the bullies of your childhood, you beat your bastard father leaving you; you have beat so many thing Pretty Boy. You proved to everyone you are stronger than you look, and I know you're strong enough to bring our child into this world. You are so strong Spencer and I am so proud of you." He kisses him on the head again while saying, "I love you so much. You can do this."
They both look up when a new voice speaks. "You can do this Spencer. My name is Mark and the lady over there is Misty. We're paramedics and we're here to help you. You're almost there, just a few more pushes and your child will be here." More encouragements are heard from Fran and Misty, but Spencer focuses on the voice of his husband. "You can do this baby boy. C'mon, push."
With renewed confidence, encouragement and support Spencer settles down and starts pushing again. After two more pushes the head was clear, Fran and Misty working to clear the baby's airway while Mark wipes Spencer's forehead and Morgan keeps encouraging him. Shortly after the baby's airway is clear. After one final push Spencer feels the pressure and pain disappear, and the sound of a newborn babies cry fills the room. Mark leave Spencer's side to assist Misty and Fran while Morgan places gentle but loving kisses all over his husband's face while saying, "You did it Spence, you did it. Our child is here!"
Spencer's about to speak when he hears Misty say, "Time of birth: 12:13 AM. Date of birth: December 25. Congratulations you two, you have a beautiful daughter born on Christmas morning." She then walks over with the baby wrapped in a warm blanket. Very gently she places the newborn baby into Spencer's shaking arms. "Alright Spencer we're going to get you cleaned up and then to the hospital. You and the baby need to be looked at since you were diagnosed with preeclampsia, ok?" Spencer shakes his head slowly, looking back down at his beautiful daughter.
Misty turns her attention to Derek. "I know he's tired but keep him awake for us alright? We have to monitor his blood pressure to make sure it doesn't jump too high. We'll be moving soon, Mark went to go get the stretcher." With that said she leaves to assist Fran.
Derek looks down at the bundle in Spencer's arm. "Well hey there little one. You sure surprised us, that's for sure. We weren't expecting you until the New Year, but we're so happy you're here now." He looks up and locks eyes with Spencer. "I am so proud of you Pretty Boy. You did fantastic. You brought our little girl into the world. Thank you." He leans down and kisses Spencer on the lips.
When they break apart Spencer gives a tired but happy smile. "I love you too," he says softly.
No more is said after that. The paramedics come rolling in with the stretcher, Spencer hands the baby to Fran while the paramedics and Derek help Spencer onto the stretcher. While they strap him in, Derek grabs the hospital bags and his phone, meeting the medics at the front door where they're placing warm blankets around Spencer and the baby. Fran grabs her son's hand before he can walk out the door. "I'll meet you guys there later," she says. "I'll clean up things here and meet you there later in the morning. Both of you will need rest and quiet for a bit and some bonding time with your daughter."
Derek quickly kisses his mom on the cheek saying a quick "Thank you" before he's running out the door to meet up with the paramedics. Fran watches from the doorway as the medics shut the doors and the ambulance disappears into the night. She closes the door and stands there, staring at the ground, still amazed at the fact she had helped deliver her granddaughter.
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8am, Christmas Day: Hospital
Derek sat by Spencer's bedside watching him sleep peacefully. They had had a few very busy hours since they arrived at the hospital around 12:30 that morning. As soon as they had arrived Spencer had been brought into the maternity ward and into a private room. His doctor was there along with a team of nurses ready to do whatever was necessary. The paramedics recited both Reid's vitals and details about the baby right after she had been born to the doctor, and once the paramedics had gotten Spencer into the bed, they said 'goodbye's and 'congratulation' wishes before they left. Some nurses started getting Spencer hooked up to fluids and taking his blood pressure while some nurses took care of the baby. Not long later the nurses declared the baby healthy, and the only concern for Spencer was that his blood pressure was still slightly high, but the doctor said it did happen occasionally and medication could be prescribed to help it go down.
Spencer had stayed awake long enough for them to decide on a name and for Spencer to bottle-feed her for the first time. Spencer had interest in potentially breast-feeding, but they would have to wait until Spencer had some rest and the specialist came later that morning. Not long after her first bottle-feed their daughter fell asleep, Spencer following closely after her, but Derek couldn't seem to shut his mind off. His mother had called for an update and they talked for a little bit before she went back to bed. Derek had taken many photos, sent some to the team not long after their daughter had been fed for the first time with the caption 'our Christmas gift came early this year.' No responses came right away, but by 7am Garcia had called asking a thousand and one questions and saying she would be there later on in the day to meet the new member of the BAU family. The rest of the team had yet to respond but since it was still early and the holiday, Derek knew they would answer soon.
A little cry from the bassinet sounded and Derek got up rushing to his daughter's side. "Well hey there, Baby Girl," he says as he picks her up carefully, one hand holding her cap-covered head. "How are we doing this morning? Is it time for another feeding? Are you hungry?" When her cry only got louder he knew she was. He walked over to the little refrigerator in the room and opened it, grabbing one of the ready-made bottles the nurses had made for them and placed it in the microwave. "Just a few more seconds little one, then you'll have breakfast. Let's try to keep it down so Daddy can sleep." He grabs the bottle from the microwave, tests it on his wrist and then walks over to the rocking chair in the room and sits down.
"Here we go, let's have some breakfast." He places the bottle nipple in her mouth and she greedily takes it, sucking down the formula. "Yeah, there we go. Guess you were hungry, huh little one? You're our little miracle you know that? Daddy and I never thought we would be able to have a baby together. We sure were surprised when we found out you were on the way, but we've been excited since we found out. You're perfect: with your black curly hair, your scrunched up nose that reminds me of your Daddy. You have my mouth and chin and your skin is the perfect mix between Daddy and I. We love you so much and you've only been here for a few hours. You're our world now." She finishes her bottle and Derek places her on his shoulder, patting her back softly but firmly until she burps. He kisses her forehead and smiles when he looks down to see her eyes open and locked onto him. "You're perfect, just like your Daddy."
"Just like her Papa too." Derek turns around to see Spencer awake and smiling.
Derek walks over to Spencer's bedside, leans down carefully and places a kiss on Spencer's lips. "Hey Baby Boy. Sleep well?" he asks as he places their daughter into his husband's waiting arms.
Spencer smiles as he looks down at his daughter. "As well as you can in a hospital bed. It's not all that comfortable but sleep is sleep. I still feel tired, and achy."
"The doctor said you would for a while. The good news is that your blood pressure is going down so we probably won't have to worry about any medications when we leave. You're doing well and so is she." Another kiss is exchanged before they hear a squeal of excitement coming from the door.
"Oh don't stop because of me boys," Garcia says as she walks in. She stops in her tracks when she sees the little bundle wrapped in Spencer's arms. "Oh boy wonder she's so beautiful! Do we have a name yet?"
"Yea do we?" Derek, Spencer and Garcia look to see the rest of the team waiting by the door.
"What are you all doing here? It's Christmas, you should be with your families celebrating," Spencer says from his spot in the bed.
JJ walks in with Henry by her side. "We're all a family Spence. Did you really think we'd wait to see the new addition to our big family?" She leans down and hugs him gently, lifting Henry up so he could do the same. "Ah Spence, she's so pretty. What do you think Henry? This is your new cousin."
Henry glances down to look at the baby. "Cute," he says quietly. "What her name Uncle Spence?"
"Yes can we please know the name of this cute little bundle of joy?" Garcia says excitedly. The rest of the team agrees, smiles on their faces as they wait anxiously.
Derek and Spencer look at each other before Derek says, "Everyone meet our daughter Mikayla Lynn Morgan born at 12:13 this morning." After the girls finished 'aww'ing he continued. "She weighed 8 pounds and 8 ounces when she was born and was 21 inches long."
"Can I hold her?" Garcia asks. Spencer nods his head and with Derek's help the exchange is made. "Well hello there little Mikayla! You sure are a pretty little girl. I can't believe how big you are."
Spencer laughs slightly. "I was too when they told me, but at least it explains why I was so big. If you didn't know, you would have thought I was carrying twins."
Derek wraps an arm around Spencer's shoulders and places a kiss on his cheek. "You weren't big baby, you were perfect. And you did an amazing job with bringing her into the world." Another kiss, but this time on the lips and filled with love and passion. Spencer found one of his arms wrapping around Derek's neck and the kiss intensifying until Henry decided enough was enough.
"Ewe" he exclaims, covering his eyes with his hands. The adults laugh at Henry's exclamation and the red blush showing on Spencer's cheeks.
Mikayla is passed around to each person in the room, staying quiet through all of it. Derek and Spencer announce the godparents, JJ and Rossi, who gladly accept. Fran joins them later in the morning, sneaking in bagels and other breakfast foods for everyone, extra helpings passed to Spencer who ate them greedily. They spend some more time together, Mikayla had another feeding and changing but everyone, besides Fran, started to leave when Spencer started to yawn. They all say their goodbyes and promises to visit again.
Once alone Fran goes to Spencer and kisses his cheek. "You did fabulous Spencer."
He smiles while saying, "I wouldn't have made it through it without you Fran. You kept both of calm and helped us get Mikayla into the world safely. Thank you so much. She's lucky to have you as a grandmother."
"Do Sarah and Desiree know yet?" Derek asks. Fran nods her head while whipping some tears away. "I sent them pictures. They say congratulations and they'll be down here soon to come meet her."
Spencer smiles and is about to say something else when a yawn stops him. Fran smiles and says, "Why don't you get some sleep Spencer? It's been a rough day for you. Same for you Derek; you look like you haven't slept in days. I'll keep an eye on Mikayla for you guys."
"Thanks Mom, we appreciate it," Derek says as he cuddles into Spencer's side on the bed. Spencer places his head on Derek's chest, right over his heart, not caring that Fran and Derek were laughing at him. For the first time in a long time he was able to cuddle into Derek and he couldn't be happier. His eyes close and he feels Derek's head on top of his, his arms wrapping around him and pulling him close. Spencer tilts his head up and smiles when Derek places a kiss on his.
"I love you Pretty Boy," Spencer hears Derek say.
"I love you too, Derek," he says before sleep overcomes him. Together the two men fall asleep easily in the comfort in each other's arms. Fran can't help but smile at seeing her son and son-in-law so happy together.
Mikayla chooses that moment to start crying and Fran rushes over to her. "You are one lucky girl," she says as she picks Mikayla up. "You have the best parents out there. Let me tell you about your Papa." The two females keep each other company while the two men slept peacefully. At the moment nothing could be more perfect.
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Revised February 16 to fix spelling errors.