Sorry I haven't updated in so long. I was swept up in a love story of my own. I got married on New Year's Eve to my military man who was just back from Iraq. So, I've been busy, but without further ado, the next chapter(:

Spencer stared at the image in front of him, what had for the longest time been the last one he had of his father. The man was turning his back, walking away from his wife and child. As young as he was, Spencer tried to be strong.

He felt like he was spinning and suddenly, he was the one walking away. His wife and child were behind him.

"No," he said. "No!"

And yet it was like he wasn't in control. He kept walking, leaving them behind.

"That's not me," he whispered.

He felt his heart pounding and he was sweating. The air he was breathing felt like it was liquid. "That's not me," he said, his voice growing louder. "I'm not leaving!" His eyes flew open, though he didn't remember closing them. The light above him was blinding. A blurred figure came into focus. "Ava…"

His wife smiled at him. He could tell she had been crying. She stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. "I know you're not leaving, honey. Calm down, it's alright."

He stared at Ava for a moment. "You should sit down. You're pregnant."

She smiled and then dissolved to laughter. "Spencer…I'm so glad you're OK."

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Spencer was determined to heal quickly. He didn't care if his body thought otherwise. He had so much he needed to be active for that being held down by a fractured pelvis was not an option. Matt was a bundle of energy and morning sickness had Ava hunched over the toilet a majority of the time. Spencer wanted to help her.

Though it was about a week before his evaluation with a doctor, Spencer rose from his wheelchair. He made sure to do it in the BAU office. The wrath of his colleagues would be nothing compared to Ava's if she knew he planned to ignore the doctor's orders. He took a few stiff, painful, awkward steps before stumbling back into the wheelchair.

"Take it easy, kid," Morgan said, jogging a few steps to help the younger man settle into the wheelchair. "It's only been two weeks. Don't rush yourself."

Spencer unconsciously felt for his wedding band, a habit he'd picked up since it had finally been found. The force of the impact from the car hitting him had sent the little gold band flying. That had been the hardest thing to deal with. The pins in his hip were nothing compared to worrying that he had lost that symbol of their commitment.

Morgan leaned against Spencer's desk. "How's the wife?" he asked.

Morgan was the only team member that knew about Ava's pregnancy and only because he'd figured it out for himself when she had nearly knocked him over in her rush to the trashcan the night that Spencer had been injured. Morgan had been sworn to secrecy and no one else on the team had shown any indication of knowing. Ava was very paranoid about telling too many people, believing it would somehow cause bad luck.

"She's sick all the time," Spencer said. "The medication her doctor gave her worked for a while, but it's gotten bad. She's taking leave from her medical practice for now."

"Will that be permanent?"

"I'm not sure. Ava is very dedicated to her work, but equally dedicated to being a mother. Only time will tell."

Morgan nodded. "When are you two going to start telling everyone? I definitely don't want Penelope finding out that I knew the whole time."

Spencer smiled. "We're telling Matt tonight and the rest of her family will find out this weekend."

Morgan grinned and chuckled a bit. "Do you think Matt will be excited?"

Spencer nodded. "I hope he will be. I think he'll just be relieved to know that Ava isn't dying. I wanted to tell him right away, but Ava was set on waiting until the second trimester."

"Why is that?"

"Well, the chances of a miscarriage dramatically decrease in the second trimester. She didn't want to get Matt excited about a little brother or sister and then have that happen."

Morgan nodded. "Yeah, I can see that."

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"Matt, come here for a minute," Ava called. She was grinning from ear to ear and her grip on Spencer's hand was nearly painful.

Matt came running in the room. His hair was still wet from his bath and he was in his pajamas, but clearly was no where near ready for bed.

"We have something to tell you," Ava said.

Matt was spinning in circles. "What?" he shouted as he fell to the ground, giggling.

Ava laughed. "Well, calm down, silly. Come sit next to me."

Matt bounced into Ava's arm and she perched him on the arm of the couch. She kissed him on the cheek and he started to laugh. "What? What? What?" He continued to bounce.

Ava glanced at Spencer and he put his hand on Matt's back. "You're going to be a big brother."

Matt stopped his bouncing and gave his parents a very confused look. "Huh?"

"I'm going to have a baby," Ava explained. "Right now, your little brother or little sister is growing inside my tummy."

Matt's eyes were wide. "Did you eat it?"

Ava and Spencer both laughed, despite their efforts not to. "No," Ava said. "That's not what happened." She cleared her throat and started to give the explanation she and Spencer had agreed on earlier. "When a man and a woman are in love sometimes there's so much love, that they can't hold it all. So then a baby starts to grow in the woman's tummy so all that love has a place to go."

Matt sighed. "Does that mean I don't get love anymore?"

"Not at all," Spencer said. "We'll still love you just as much. Even though you didn't grow in Ava's tummy the same way this baby will, you're still just as special to us."

Ava hugged Matt. "Families happen in all different kinds of ways," she said. "You were chosen. We love you just the same."

Matt smiled and put his arms around his parents. "I think you should try to grow a boy. There's too many girls already."

A/N: Soooo, what do you all think? Boy or girl?