On Live Journal, someone commented on Elissa-Dido's Pantsed (on this website too) about how Spencer looks adorable in Derek's clothes. So... that spawned this.

Don't own Spencer, Derek, Clooney or anything else recognized from Criminal Minds. "You Look Good in My Shirt" belongs to Keith Urban and Angelina Ballerina is also owned by someone else. Ella-bean and the baby are mine.

You Look Good in My Shirt

Derek leaned against the door as he turned the knob with his key in it. The door creaked open on the mess that was their great room. Ella and Clooney's toys were scattered across the carpet, files cluttered the coffee table and magazines overflowed the side tables.

Spencer was six months pregnant- not much cleaning was getting done.

He smiled at the sight that really greeted him. Ella was sitting on the couch in front of Spencer, leaning against his chest. He was curled around her, his head on the couch pillow, hair falling in front of his face.

Ella grinned when she saw him and raised a finger to her lips.

"Hey, Ella-bean," he murmured, bending down and lifting her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. "Papa sleeping," she whispered.

"I see."

Shifting Ella to his hip, Derek glanced down at his husband. Spencer's clothing was too tight and rather than buying maternity clothing, he simply raided Derek's closet. He was currently curled up in one of Derek's Northwestern sweatshirts.

Derek set Ella on the floor. She turned around and sank to her butt, focusing on her television show. He carefully sat on the edge of the couch, stroking Spencer's hair away from his face. "Hey, Pretty Boy…"

"Mm… Derek."

Spencer rolled onto his back and stretched. One of his hands automatically settled over his stomach. Derek's wrapped around his. "How are you?"

Spencer smiled. "We're fine." He reached up, wrapping long fingers around Derek's collar. His eyes were still half-lidded with sleep as he pulled Derek down for a kiss. After, Derek pulled back a hair's breath. "Ella's still with us."

Spencer's whimpered and rested his forehead against Derek.

"Babe…" Derek kissed him. "You look good in my shirt."

"You should show your appreciation."

Derek chuckled. "Has Ella eaten?"

Spencer nodded. "Eaten, bathed and in her pajamas." He pushed himself into a sitting position. "Waiting for Daddy to get home."

"Stay put."

"But I want my ice cream…"

"I'll bring it. Once I put her in bed." Derek got off the couch and bent down. "Come on, Ella-bean, bedtime."

"No." She scooted away from him. "Angelina."

"Ella, that was our deal. You got to stay up until Daddy got home." Spencer reminded.

She shook her head and got out, hiding behind the couch. There was a yelp and Clooney ran out and hid under the coffee table.

Derek rounded the corner, arms crossed over his chest. "Ella Corinne."

Her lower lip trembled and she stuck her face against the couch.

Spencer shook his head. "She missed her n-a-p today."

"Why?"

Derek's eyes never left Ella as she slumped to the floor.

"I put her down, but she didn't sleep."

"Ah. Aren't you tired, Ella-bean?"

"No!" She pounded the couch.

"I think you are…"

"No!" She flipped onto her stomach, pounding the carpet with her fists.

"Oh, Ella…" Derek wrapped his arms around her, trapping her against his chest.

"Nonono…" Unable to move her arms, she thrashed her head. "No, Daddy!"

"El-la-la." Derek rocked her, carrying her up to her room. "El-la-la…"

Spencer groaned and tried to rock himself off the couch. She was getting clingy. Part of the reason she wouldn't sleep was because she started screaming whenever he put her down.

From the sound of it, Derek wasn't having much luck. But Derek laid her down, shut the door and came back downstairs.

"Is she okay?"

"You know she is." Derek lounged on the couch. Spencer leaned back against him, head on his shoulder. "She'll cry herself out."

He sighed. "I know…"

Derek kissed Spencer's temple. "I love you in my clothes."

"I love your clothes. They smell like you."

"Hmm… Sexy…" He nuzzled Spencer's neck, gently nipping.

"Derek…"

"I know…" Derek sighed and pulled back. Spencer was so sensitive that almost any physical contact was too much for him. He settled for stroking his husband's arm through the sweatshirt. "Guess what?"

"What?"

"Guess who came back to the BAU?"

"Did they pull someone else out of retirement?"

"No, she's just consulting for this one case."

"Elle?" A smile split Spencer's face.

"Mm-hmm." Derek kissed his temple. "She stopped in to see me. Wants to meet for dinner, see you and Ella." Derek squeezed his husband.

Ella was named after Elle, mostly because Elle was the one who had gotten Spencer to the hospital and stayed with him until Derek could make it there. They had been damn lucky she had been visiting and volunteered to visit with Spencer during the last case.

"She stepped back into our lives at just the right moment," Derek murmured.

"What she think about your transfer?"

"She got it, I think." He growled. "Garcia says Hotch's been askin' 'bout you."

"And?"

"She shoved the picture of pregnant you holding Ella in his face."

"The one where we're waving at you?"

"Your profile? Yeah." Derek grinned. "I like that one."

"He was hitting on me, you know?"

"Yeah, I know. But I like my job too, so I didn't hit him."

Spencer laughed and yawned. "All right…" He yawned wider. "Come on. There's a pair of your sweatpants with my name on them and then I want to cuddle in bed."

Derek raised his brows. "Am I ever going to see some of my clothing again?"

"I don't know. Probably once the baby is born and it all just falls off me."

"Pretty Boy, that's what got you knocked up in the first place."