Overdue

On Spencer's due date, Morgan sat in his office, waiting by his phone for a call from Spencer.

"A watched pot never boils," JJ said, leaning against his doorframe.

He sat up straight, sighing. "This sucks. I tried staying home with him this morning, just in case something happened. He proceeded to hit me with a pillow and tell me if I didn't leave his sight, I'd never be able to sleep with him again."

"Harsh." She took the seat in front of his desk. "What did the doctor say?"

"It's possible for him to be overdue and go to the induction date."

She winced. "Overdue Spence? How's he handling it?"

"Oh, he's not. I'm leaving early to pick up my mom from the airport, and she's staying with us until after we get home with Ben. Hopefully her being there will help."

"Good luck."

Garcia poked her head in. "Any word from the g-man yet?"

"Yes, actually," Morgan said, leaning back in his chair, "'Derek Morgan, if you call me again without the words 'they're inducing you early', I am going to rip off your arm and beat you with it'."

"Ouch. I didn't know 187 had it in him."

"Trust me," JJ started. "Having seen him in labor? He's extremely capable of running his mouth. It's slightly terrifying."

"Way to calm my nerves, Jayje," Morgan said, eyes still on his phone.

Later on when it rang, he sprung up, answering it.

"Spencer, is something wrong?"

Spencer groaned. "Yes, you idiot. I've officially been pregnant for forty weeks and your son is refusing to vacate the premises. This is somehow your fault."

"…How is this my fault?" After asking, he knew it was the wrong question.

"How is this your fault? Let me count the ways, Derek Morgan. Cutting me off sex, which jumpstarts labor? Your fault. Refusing to let me eat spicy food, which can help? Your fault. Not letting me go for walks? Your fault. Shall I go on?"

He leaned back in his chair, sighing. "You're right, Pretty Boy. It's my fault. What can I do to make it up to you? Want me to pick up dinner on my way home from the airport, maybe some Indian food?"

Spencer thought for a moment, patting Clooney's head. "Fine. Don't think this makes up for everything."

"Trust me, I know it doesn't. I love you, gorgeous."

Spencer rolled his eyes. "Love you too."

"I'll see you tonight…"

"I'll still be here. Pregnant."

Morgan shook his head. "Bye, Pretty Boy." He hung up, groaning, burying his head in his hands.

"Still nothing?" Hotch asked, walking into his office.

"An extremely pissed off and hormonal Spencer who's more than ready to tear my head off because he's still pregnant, and it's all my fault, no matter what I say or do."

Hotch patted his shoulder. "You get used to it. At least your mother's coming to town to soften the blow."

"Soften it, make it worse… same thing."

On the drive home from the airport, Parker looked up at Morgan in the rear view mirror.

"Benny yet?"

He smiled slightly. "Sorry, Princess, but Benjamin's still not here."

"But Daddy said-"

"Benjamin was supposed to be born today, but because Daddy's doing so good carrying him around, he decided to stay in there a little longer. I think you should let him know how fun it is out here."

"Okay!"

Fran laughed softly. "You're desperate, aren't you honey?"

"Momma, you have no idea. I love him with all my heart, but when I promised 'in sickness and in health', I didn't take into consideration him being overdue and ready to tear my head off because of the way I'm breathing in my sleep."

She reached over, rubbing his back. "Honey, once you've been pregnant and overdue, you'll understand. In case you've forgotten, you were five days late."

"For the love of God, please don't tell him that. He'll pin this on me and I'll never hear the end of it."

She patted his shoulder. "My lips are sealed."

When they got home, Morgan walked inside, setting Parker down.

"Don't wake Daddy up. He and Benny need to sleep."

She nodded, putting a finger to her lips. "Shh, Papa. Daddy sleeping."

He smiled, walking to the kitchen and setting the bag with their food in the fridge. "We put an air mattress in the office if you'd like to put your things in there, or you can take the couch. I'd offer the bed, but I have a feeling if I ever thought of it, Spencer would rip off one of my limbs and proceed to beat me with it."

"The office is fine." She picked up her bag, walking to the office and setting it down. "Has his doctor said anything?"

He shook his head. "Just that he's fine being overdue, despite what he wants to think, and he'll be induced in a few days if he doesn't go naturally."

"Poor thing."

"Even worse is the fact he has practice contractions every day that never result to anything. He calls his doctor at least twice a day and every single time is a letdown."

"Well, I hope for everyone's sake, he goes soon."

He nodded. "The team's really worried about him too. He's not the type to handle sitting around and waiting well. Not to mention his hormones are through the roof."

"They'll go away in time. Your regular Spencer will be back in no time."

"I sure hope so."

A while later, Spencer woke up, looking at his bump and sighing. He'd had a dream that he was no longer pregnant and had hope that it was true. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, groaning, and pushed himself up, walking out of the bedroom.

Morgan turned to look at him. "Hey there, Pretty Boy."

Spencer shook his head, glaring at him and walking to the kitchen.

"Dinner's on the second shelf. Want me to heat it up for you?"

"…What, like I'm incompetent?" He grabbed the tray, putting it in the microwave and starting it.

Morgan gave his mother a look. "See what I mean?"

"I heard that, Derek Morgan. Would you like to call the garage home?"

He winced. "I love you, sweetheart."

"Yeah, yeah."He took the tray out of the microwave, opening up and grabbing a fork. "Nothing I haven't heard already." He started eating and looked up, seeing his mother on the couch. "Hi, Fran. Sorry, didn't see you there."

"You're mean to me, but nice to her?"

"She didn't do this to me," he reminded him, setting his tray on the counter. He walked to the living room, sitting on the recliner. Morgan got up, kissing his cheek, and walked to the bathroom to run him a bath.

Parker quickly climbed up, sitting in his lap and patting his bump. "Benny, it's okay. Come out."

Spencer smiled slightly. "If only it was that easy, Princess."

"How are you feeling, Spencer?" Fran asked, glancing over at him.

"Like I'm incubating a fetus that's become entirely too comfortable inside of me. I'm always exhausted, but I can't sleep. I'm always sore, but I can't do anything about it. I just want him out already."

"I know the feeling, believe me. Right when you think there's no end to it? It'll happen."

He sighed. "I hope so. I'm at wit's end and I'm not sure how much more of this I can take."

"I'm sure you'll be fine."

He rested a hand on his bump and looked down at Parker. "I don't think it's working, Parker."

She pouted. "I want him out."

"Believe me, Princess, I want him out here too. That's why Grandma came – she wants to meet him, but he's being stubborn. He got that from your Papa."

"I heard that," Morgan called from the bathroom.

"You were supposed to," he called back.

Fran chuckled. "It'll happen when you least expect it. You just have to keep calm, despite what you're feeling, and keep hoping that it'll be over."

"Thanks." He pushed himself up, groaning. "Derek, have I told you today I h-a-t-e you?"

"Three times, actually. First when I didn't bring you oatmeal with breakfast, at lunch when I didn't bring you a steak sub, and when I called after lunch because I forgot to lock the office door and Clooney ran out with one of your books."

"Consider this the fourth." He walked to the bathroom. "All set?"

Morgan got up, turning off the water. "All yours. Enjoy."

"Yeah, right," he said sarcastically, shoving him out of the room and closing the door.

Before bed, Spencer got a call from JJ. He leaned over to his nightstand, grabbing it and answering.

"Benjamin's apartment, landlord speaking."

She smiled. "Cute. What are you up to?"

"Well, I'm currently attempting to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but the only one I actually like involves me hitting Derek in the head with a pillow."

"Spence, avoid the violence. We're all profilers, we'd know you killed him."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, like I'm capable."

"True. Even though your hormones are out of whack, I'm pretty sure you're not even capable of hurting a fly."

"Sounds about right." He nudged Morgan, pointing to the air conditioner. He quickly got out of bed, turning it up for him. "What's up?"

"Well, I was wondering if you'd want to get out of the house for a few hours tomorrow? Maybe some walking around will help jumpstart the process. Unless you're still on bedrest-"

"I'm allowed small trips out, just nothing with too much walking. Would it just be the two of us?"

"Unless you want there to be other company? We could invite Derek-"

He scoffed. "No, thank you."

She smirked. "Or Garcia or Emily? By the way, you still haven't picked the godparents. Maybe he's waiting on that."

"Oh, I sincerely doubt that. I've discussed the topic with him at length and he's content with our decision."

"Our? You let Derek get involved?"

"As much as I may hate him right now, he's still my husband and his father."

Morgan raised an eyebrow. "…Thank you?"

"Anyway, what time were you thinking tomorrow?"

"I don't know. What time are you getting out of bed these days?"

He thought to himself. "I'm usually up for the day by 10. Does noon work for you?"

"Sounds perfect. I'll come pick you up around noontime. Good luck, Spence."

He sighed, curling up. "Thanks, I need it."

"You'll be fine. Take care of yourself."

"I will." He hung up and leaned over to his nightstand, plugging his phone in.

Morgan moved over on the bed, curling up beside him and wrapping an arm around his stomach. "I really am sorry, Pretty Boy. If I could get you out of this, I would in a heartbeat." He leaned in, kissing the back of his head. "Seeing you in pain is the last thing I want, and I wish I could make this happen for you."

Spencer sighed, lacing their fingers. "I'm sorry I'm being so impossible."

"If I were in your situation? I'd probably be worse."

He laughed at the mental image of Derek Morgan, forty weeks pregnant. "You're lucky you have me, you'd never survive being pregnant."

"Probably not." He kissed the back of his head again and leaned over the nightstand, turning off the light. He secured his arm around Spencer's stomach and they fell asleep.

The next day, Spencer was digging through his closet, looking for something to wear.

"Derek, I'm borrowing one of your shirts," he called out, looking through Morgan's closet and taking out a t-shirt.

"…Why are you borrowing one of my shirts?"

"Because none of mine fit anymore and you have muscle so there's actually room in yours." He pulled it on, pulling it over his bump. "I take it back, I'm not borrowing it, I'm keeping it."

He smiled, shaking his head. "Go for it. It probably looks better on you anyway."

He slipped on his shoes, walking out of the bedroom. "JJ here yet?"

"She just called. She'll be here in 10."

He sat down beside him at the table. "What are you two up to?"

Parker held up her coloring book, showing him.

"That looks amazing. Can you do one for Aunt JJ before she gets here?"

She nodded, taking the book back and flipping through it.

"Is this what you two are going to be up to while I'm gone?"

"Probably," Morgan said, shrugging. "Momma said she wanted to take Parker out to the park later on today to give us some time alone."

Spencer quickly looked at him. "Alone you say?"

"You did say it was a way to jumpstart labor. I know how uncomfortable you are, and I'm willing to test that theory."

Spencer gasped, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. "Derek Morgan, I love you."

Morgan smiled, kissing his forehead. "It's not a sure thing, but it's worth a try."

Spencer nodded. "Shut up." He pulled him back into the kiss.

JJ knocked on the door, peeking in. "Knock knock."

Spencer swatted the air with his hand, trying to shoo her away.

She shook her head. "Spence, that's what got you into this situation in the first place."

"I don't care."

She walked over, pulling Morgan back. "Continue this when you're not around your daughter."

Parker looked up at her. "Thank you, JJ." She handed the coloring book to Morgan, pointing to the page. He quickly ripped it out, handing it to Parker. "For you."

JJ took the page from her. "This is beautiful. Thank you, Parker."

She nodded, picking up another crayon and coloring.

"Ready to go, Spence? Emily and Garcia are waiting."

He groaned. "More people are going to see me this big? That's not fair."

"You'll survive." She grabbed his hand, pulling him up. "I know you will… is that Derek's shirt?"

"None of mine fit anymore, and I'll be damned if I stretch out one of mine."

She smiled. "Smart move."

"What do you have planned anyway?"

"Well," she started, "we're going out to lunch and then for a walk. Hopefully we'll get little Benjamin wanting to get the hell out of there."

"One can only hope." He walked over, kissing Parker's forehead. "Be good for Papa and Grandma when she gets back, okay?"

"Where is Grandma anyway?" Morgan asked.

"Where any expectant grandmother is," JJ said. "Shopping."

"How did you know?" Spencer asked, putting his wallet in his pocket.

"My mom did the same thing."

While she was driving, JJ looked over at him. "You okay over there, Spence?"

He nodded, running a hand over his bump.

"How are you feeling? Talk to me."

He sighed. "For lack of a better word, miserable."

She reached over, rubbing his back. "I wish there was some way I could help."

"Do you have a miracle way to induce labor, and somehow make it painless?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Damn."

When they made it to the restaurant, he groaned thinking about having to get up. JJ got out, walking around and opening his door, holding out her hand. He sighed, pulling himself up. "Thanks."

"Anytime, little brother. Now come on, Pen and Emily are waiting."

"Fantastic," he said, walking inside.

They walked over to the table and Garcia got up to hug him.

"Oh, honey…"

He smiled slightly, wrapping his arms around her. "I'll live."

She pulled out his chair and he sat down, picking up a menu.

"How's the little guy treating you?" Emily asked, motioning toward his bump.

He shrugged. "His moving space is significantly confined, so he moves around any way he can find."

"Any sign on when he's making his debut?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. I have today and tomorrow to go naturally before I'm induced. I'm really hoping I don't have to go that far." He picked up his water, sipping it.

"So is it safe to assume this is the last perfect offspring of Boy Wonder and Chocolate Thor?"

He swallowed, setting down his glass. "As of right now? Indeed."

After they were done eating, they all got out of their seats, except for Spencer who was unable to get up.

"Everything okay, 187?"

He nodded, sighing. "Just more letdown contractions." He held out a hand. "Somebody?"

JJ smiled, helping him up. "I've got you."

"So what's next?" he asked, walking out to the parking lot with them.

"Well," Garcia started. "I was thinking that you need to feel good, and us aunties have a duty to take care of you and the little guy-"

He groaned. "We're going to the mall, aren't we?"

"You bet."

He got into JJ's car, buckling himself in. She started the car, looking over at him. "You don't have to do this."

"Walking around can help start labor. Yes, I do."

She smiled slightly, patting his knee and starting the car, pulling out of her spot and driving.

Once they made it to the mall, he followed Garcia and JJ through the store, Emily beside him.

"Doing okay, Doctor?" she asked, rubbing his back.

He nodded. "I'm just so over this whole pregnancy thing. Remind me again why I did this to myself?" he asked, looking through one of the racks of baby clothes.

She smirked, picking out an outfit. "To quote you at your 31st birthday? 'I'd love to see how he'd interact with a son'."

He smiled slightly, running a hand over his bump. "Derek was talking about it the other day, you know. While we were at home working on the case? We were taking a break and, to get our minds off of it, he told me all the things he wants to do with Ben over the years."

"Did he really?" she grabbed another outfit, putting it in her basket. "…What? I never get to shop for kids. It's fun."

"He um, he talked about how he wants to teach him how to play sports, take him to his first hockey game, show him how to be a ladies' man," he laughed softly, "considering he turned out to be gay, I'm not sure how that's going to work out."

"Because your husband is the biggest flirt on the face of this planet?" she suggested.

"That's definitely true," he said, taking out an outfit. "We need to get something out of a female witness? Just give him two minutes and it's done. Speaking of, how's work going?"

"Boring," she said plainly. "It's just Blake and I down in the bullpen now. We've actually started our own little game."

"Game?"

"We look into Derek's office and bet on how many times a day he reaches for his phone to call you. The highest number so far is 9."

"Sounds like him." He turned around and saw Garcia grabbing a cart. "She is not."

Emily turned around to see. "Oh, she is. And she's heading for the health and beauty department. Someone is getting something to be pampered tonight, and it's not any of us girls."

"And that's why, between her and Derek, she's my favorite."

"I'm sure the fact she didn't impregnate you helps."

"…A little bit."

As JJ pulled into the driveway, parking, she turned to Spencer. "If you need anything, you know you can call me, right?"

"Of course. I'm sorry if you feel, I don't know, neglected this time around. But when I was pregnant with Parker, you taught me everything I needed to know. Not to mention this time I'm not alone the whole time. I still love and care about you and value your opinions and thoughts."

She smiled, rubbing his back. "I understand that you don't always need your big sister around to tell you what's going on. I do expect a call when you go into labor though. Unless you don't want me there anymore."

"What?! No, of course I want you there! Derek's mother is going to stay in the waiting room, because she can't stand the thought of one of her 'children' being in pain – I'm assuming she means Derek when I more likely than not hit him."

"Or she means you, dummy."

"…Did you just call me a dummy? You do realize the original definition is someone who's unable to speak, and as you've seen, I'm very far from that."

She shook her head. "You're her son now too, Spence. She'll do the grandma thing and come in after he's born. Is Emily still watching Parker for you?"

"Mhm. She said to give her a call when I go into labor, and Fran's going to stay at the house with Parker until Emily comes to keep an eye on her."

"Sounds like a pretty solid plan. Why don't you go inside while I bring in your load?"

He smiled slightly. "You sure? I could help."

She gave him a look. "Spence? Go."

He pushed himself up, walking inside and sitting on the couch, kicking off his shoes.

Morgan looked over at him. "Did you two have fun?"

"…Why do you look like a preschool exploded on you?" he asked, observing that his shirt was covered in paint.

"Parker needed to wipe her hands while finger painting, and couldn't wait for me to get a towel."

He looked over at Parker, holding up his hand. "High five."

She squealed, running over and high fiving him.

JJ walked in, arms full of bags. She set them down in the living room, and going through, picked one up. "Is there a super awesome three year old here? Aunts JJ, Emmy, and Penny picked up a few things for someone like that…."

"Me!" Parker shouted, holding up her hand.

"Anyone? Any takers?"

Parker ran over, tugging on JJ's pant leg. "Me!"

JJ looked down at her, gasping. "There you are!" She sat on the floor, handing her the bag. "Enjoy."

"Parker, what do you say?" Morgan asked.

She groaned. "Papa, I know." She turned to JJ. "Thank you."

JJ smirked, hugging her. "Anytime, Princess. And Derek? The paper bag has a foot spa that you may want to plug in for your exhausted baby daddy."

"What tells you he's exhausted?"

"The fact that he just fell asleep on the couch."

Morgan looked over, and sure enough Spencer had dozed off. He got up, putting a blanket over him and kissing his forehead. He then turned to JJ. "Did you guys have a good time?"

"I think getting out of the house is just what he needed. Thanks for the suggestion."

"Thanks for doing it."

Parker looked at JJ. "You have to go?"

She pouted. "I'm afraid so, Princess. But I'll tell you what. One day after Benny's born? You can come sleep over at my place for a night or two."

Parker whipped around to look at Morgan. "Can I?"

He smiled. "Of course."

JJ pushed herself up, looking at Morgan. "If you guys need anything, let me know."

He nodded, hugging her and rubbing her back. "I'll let you know anything once I know anything."

"I appreciate it." She glanced down at Parker, waving.

"Bye, JJ!"

JJ put a finger to her lips, pointing to Spencer.

"Bye, JJ," she whispered, then zipped her lips.

Later on, Fran took Parker out of the house to give them some much needed time to themselves. After Spencer relaxed in a bath, he turned to Morgan on the bed. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I mean, look at me, I'm in no condition to make this happen."

Morgan shook his head, leaning over and kissing his forehead. "I love you no matter what shape or size you are, Pretty Boy."

Spencer smiled. "Perfect answer." He moved over on the bed, kissing at Morgan's neck, nipping slightly.

Morgan bit his lip."Spencer-"

Spencer shook his head. "Shh."

"If you go into labor and I show up at the hospital covered in love bites-"

"Derek," he said between kisses. "I am overdue. Everyone knows that overdue people want to, and usually do, have sex. Hell, everyone knows we had sex, it's why Ben exists. Now do me a favor and shut up." He bit down, smirking.

"You need to tell me if I need to be more careful, or if I'm hurting you, or if anything happens, or-"

Spencer put a finger to his lips."Derek, I love you. Shut up."

That night, after they'd put Parker to bed, they walked to their bedroom, putting on their pajamas.

"Feeling any different, Pretty Boy?" Morgan asked, pulling on a t-shirt and tossing one to Spencer.

He shrugged, grabbing the shirt and pulling it on. "I'm definitely a lot less irritable, so thank you for that."

Morgan smirked. "You know what I mean, Spencer."

"Oh, that? Sorry, no dice. Maybe we should try again tomorrow."

"You do realize that the day after tomorrow, you'd be getting induced, so we don't need to rush it?" He pulled back the blankets, getting on the bed.

Spencer shook his head. "When it's your uterus, your opinion will matter. Until then? Stick to looking good and keeping your mouth shut." He climbed on the bed and Morgan pulled up the blankets, wrapping his arms around Spencer.

"You know I love you, Spencer," he whispered, kissing his temple.

Spencer nodded. "I know."

"And I'll do anything in my power to get you through this."

He nodded again, yawning. "I know."

"And-"

"Derek, I know. Now do me a favor and shut up so I can get some sleep?"

"Anything for you, Pretty Boy," he said, running a hand over his bump. "You know, Ben, it's not scary out here at all. You're really going to like it, you should give it a shot."

Spencer smiled, resting his hand beside Derek's. "Here's hoping he listens."