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Thank you to ArwenLalaith for being my beta reader and fixing my grammar and spelling mistakes, and improving my story.
"You have to take risk. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen." - Paulo Coelho
*****
"Umm... how about Kathleen?" asked Olivia; it was a few nights later and they were trying to find baby names for girls.
"It means pure," said Spencer, looking in the baby book.
"I like it, add it to the list," she said, sticking her spoon into the jar of peanut butter.
"Why was it so easy to pick out a boy name, but not a girl's," asked Spencer, scribbling the name on the list.
"I don't know," she shrugged, "What names do we have on the list so far?"
"Alyssa which means rational, Amelia which means to strive or excel, Beth which means God is my oath, Anna which means gracious, and Kathleen."
"So, if it's a girl, we'll just name her Alyssa Amelia Beth Anna Kathleen Reid," she joked, rubbing her stomach.
"This kid is going to have enough problems as it is, let's not make it's life any more complicated," he said seriously.
"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.
"I mean there is a chance, even if it's small, that this child could develop my mother's illness. Also it's going to have me as a father," he said.
"If this child develops schizophrenia, I'll love it even more. As for having you as a father, you'll be great. Imagine how great this kid's science projects are going to be," she said, smiling and placing his hand on her stomach as the baby kicked.
"Thanks," he said, smiling. "I think this kid might be a soccer player," he added, feeling the baby kick against his palm.
"Or it's practicing running away from bullies," she joked.
"Not funny," joked Spencer, giving her a kiss.
*****
"Okay Mrs. Mitchell, your ankle seems to be good as new," said Olivia, a few weeks later, as she was at work and she had just removed a cast from Mrs. Mitchell's arm.
"Thank goodness! I'm about to start swimming lessons for preschool kids and it would be really bad if I couldn't get in the pool," she said, sliding off the exam table.
Olivia smiled; she knew that Mrs. Mitchell had recently gotten a job at the local YMCA and loved it. "Yeah it would be," she agreed, "Just no more slipping on the side of the pool and breaking bones."
"So, how long before the little one gets here?" asked Mrs. Mitchell, standing in the doorway.
"Exactly six weeks from yesterday," said Olivia, laying her hand on her stomach; the baby was being very active today.
"Well, get some rest... you'll need it," said Mrs. Mitchell, smiling as she left.
After Mrs. Mitchell had left, Olivia leaned against the exam table and let out a groan, she wasn't having a good day. She felt funny and run down and it wasn't helping that the baby was being extremely active, practically turning somersaults.
"Olivia!" cried Monica, rushing into the room, "I need you in exam room three."
"I thought I didn't have any more patients for an hour," she said; she had been hoping to lay down for a few minutes in the hopes of being able to shake whatever she had.
"Olivia, it's Emily," said Monica seriously.
Olivia didn't need to hear anymore, she rushed past Monica, sprinting as fast as she could to the exam room. "What happened?" cried Olivia when she saw her sister, there was a cut right beside her left eye and her left wrist was black and blue.
"I fell down the stairs," said Emily, slightly humiliated.
"Are you sure that's what happened, because if Hotch hurt you I'll-I'll bump him with my belly..." Olivia threatened, placing a hand on her stomach as she felt a slight pain.
"No, no, Aaron didn't do this. I tripped on one of Jack's toys he left on the stairs," she said sheepishly.
"Okay, just let me get you some ice for your wrist, then we'll get an x-ray, but I can tell you right now it's likely fractured. Then I'll stitch up that cut, run some routine blood work" said Olivia, trying not to wince as a sharp pain ran through her abdomen, she knew it was because she was tense and that it would go away as soon as she calmed down.
"Hey," said Hotch, coming into the room. "I finished filling out the paper work. Monica said to put this on your wrist," he said, handing her a cold pack.
"It's shaped like Winnie the Pooh..." said Emily, laughing slightly as gingerly placed it on her wrist.
"Yeah, we're out of 'grown up' cold packs. Sorry," Olivia apologized.
*****
"Okay, the good news is: it's only a simple fracture," said Olivia, looking at the x-ray films.
"And the bad news?" asked Emily, already agitated from getting five stitches.
"You'll need a cast for at least six weeks," said Olivia, smiling sympathetically.
"Which also means you'll be out of the field for six weeks," said Hotch seriously.
"Are you serious?" Emily lamented.
"Like he could be anything but," muttered Olivia. They both gave her a look and she quickly retracted her statement.
"Yes, I'm serious, you could injure yourself even more," he said, taking her good hand.
"He's right," said Olivia and, to break the tension, she added, "You want the bright pink cast, right?" Emily just rolled her eyes.
*****
"All done with your plain boring white cast," said Olivia as the plaster finished setting.
"Is it supposed to itch this much?" asked Emily, squirming uncomfortably.
"Yes, that's normal at first," said Olivia, wincing slightly as another sharp pain went through her stomach.
"Olivia is everything alright?" asked Hotch, concerned, crossing the room to stand by her.
"Yeah, the baby's just really active," she lied, standing up. Then, the room started spinning and she grabbed the edge of the exam table to steady herself.
"Liv?" asked Emily worriedly, hopping off the exam table and laying an hand on her sisters arm.
"I..." she whimpered, not even able to finish her sentence the pain became worse. "I think you should get help," she cautioned before passing out.
