Author's Note: Oh my goodness! This is it, the final chapter of preggers!Spencer. It's bittersweet, and I want take a moment to take the people who were some of my more frequent reviewers. I always look forward the the review of these people: PinkHimeLacus, peruser, the-vampire-art, Wingstar, ILoveDerekMorgan, slery, No Talking Garden, martina, Boingogirl, seditionary, backwolfs900, ReadYourThoughts, Murder Junkie, krynny, YouAreMine21, CMAli, and boothandboneslove. Thank you guys! Ya'll made me really love forward to posting! Enjoy!
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"Derek, pull the lights down some. No, not that much!"
Derek gritted his teeth to keep from snapping at Spencer. As cute as his enthusiasm over the holiday was, Derek was the one who had to be the manual labor, to keep Spencer from doing it himself. He nearly stroked when he saw Spencer dragging the large work ladder into the front yard with both arms burdened down with Christmas lights.
Derek adjusted the line once more then turned to Spencer, saying, "Pretty boy, it looks fine! Now I'm getting down because I'm freezing."
He was greeted on the ground by Spencer pouting ever so slightly. He instantly felt guilty and hopped off the ladder. He leaned forward to kiss Spencer and murmured, "I'm sorry, babe. I know how excited you are about this. I'm just cold and tired."
"You can't be tired!" Spencer exclaimed. "We still haven't gotten our Christmas tree. I promised Penelope we'd pick ours out together!"
As if on cue, Aqua's "Barbie Girl" started sounding from Spencer's pocket. He grinned and pulled out his cellphone, answering smugly, "Hello, Penelope."
Derek mouthed evil genius at Spencer before heading inside the house to grab a thick jacket for Spencer and the keys to the SUV. By the time he had locked up and set the alarm, Penelope had parked Esther next to Spencer's bucket of bolts and was chatting with Spencer. Derek waved and teased, "Pretty boy has decided to be the spirit of Christmas!"
Spencer gave him a kitten glower and stated, "Just imagine what I'll be like next Halloween. The girls will be so cute dressed up like fairies."
Derek rolled his eyes as he circled to the boys as driver's side and corrected, "You mean the boys will be cute as ninjas."
Penelope clapped happily as she and Spencer finished placing the last of the Christmas presents under the tree. Spencer rubbed his stomach, which was covered by the ever-present Northwestern hoodie, and smiled at her. They sat down on the couch, Spencer setting his feet on her lap. He kept running his hands over his stomach, causing Penelope to squeeze one of his ankles and ask, "You miss Derek?"
"Yeah," Spencer answered softly. "He hates not being here. We're been talking about that issue."
Penelope frowned and asked, "What do you mean, Spencer?"
Spencer ran a hand through his hair and sighed, "You can't tell anyone, but...we've been discussing leaving the BAU."
Penelope felt her jaw drop and she squeezed his ankle, repeating, "Leave? Why?"
"Look at Hotch," Spencer explained, his eyes glassy. "His marriage fell apart, and he barely sees Jack. Derek and I don't want that to happen to our family."
"You'll stay in DC, won't you?" Penelope asked, hating the idea of her doves moving.
Spencer smiled and laughed, "Of course we will! Our home is here. Derek's considering getting a job with the DC police, and I'm thinking about being a stay-at-home mom. I know there are journals and magazines who would kill to have me write for them."
Penelope snorted a laugh and repeated, "A stay-at-home mom? Don't you mean dad?"
"No, I meant mom," Spencer replied. "I carried the babies. Just because I am a man, that doesn't mean I have to use the male-related labels."
Penelope giggled and suggested they go make some hot chocolate. They headed to the kitchen and Spencer busied himself with gathering hot chocolate packets and marshmallows. As she poured water into two mugs and placed them in the microwave, she asked excitedly, "So, what did you get Derek?"
Spencer grinned and rubbed his stomach, saying, "Something he's really wanted to know."
She looked back and forth for a few seconds before squealing, "You know! Oh, please, tell me! I promise I won't tell Derek!"
Spencer leaned back against the counter and replied, "We're having a boy and a girl. I told Fran at Thanksgiving and asked her to make two little outfits for their trip home. The outfits will be my way of telling him."
Penelope clapped and moved to place her hands on Spencer's belly, cooing, "You two hurry up! Your Aunt Penny can't wait to meet you!"
Derek groaned and groped at Spencer's side of the bed. He frowned and sat up when he felt empty space. As he took a deep breath, he smelled something...or a multitude of things. He slipped his feet into his house shoes and grabbed his robe from the closet. He ambled downstairs to the kitchen and found Spencer cooking up a storm. He was wearing his Halloween boxers, the Northwestern hoodie, and Derek's "Kiss the Cook" apron. He had a smudge of flour on one cheek and his forehead. Derek checked the clock on the microwave and saw that it was only 7:30 AM.
"Pretty bo-oo-ahhh," Derek yawned, "what are you doing? The party doesn't start for another twelve hours!"
"Yes," Spencer agreed, turning to him as he stirred something in a big blue bowl. "And I want everything to be ready by then, and some of the foods require longer prep times."
Derek spied the Pop Tart wrappers near the toaster and folded his arms over his chest. Spencer looked indignant and asked, "What?"
He pointed at the wrappers and said, "Those better not be the only things you ate for breakfast."
Spencer shrugged sheepishly and mumbled, "Not really."
The doorbell rang and Derek turned to answer it, calling over his shoulder, "We're not done yet!"
He opened the door to find Penelope loaded down with two shopping bags and a tray of coffee. She thrusted the bags into his arms, saying, "Oh, good, you're up. I brought us coffee. Has Spencer already started cooking the ham?"
"Yes, Penelope!" Spencer greeted from the kitchen. "Did you bring breakfast?"
"Biscuits and gravy, with tons of bacon and sausage, my genius angel!"
Derek moved to set the bags on the coffee table and Penelope gave him a kiss on the cheek, saying warmly, "Two of the coffees are for you, choco-muffin."
Derek smiled gratefully. "You are a goddess, Penelope Garcia!"
But before he could pick up one of the cups, Penelope smacked his hand and said all-too-sweet, "But first, could you be a dear heart and unload Esther? There's just a couple bags of party supplies in the truck."
Derek went back to the front door and traded his house shoes for his running shoes. He tied his house robe tight around him and finally stepped out into the cold, Clooney running out before him. Clooney followed him to Esther and Derek popped the truck. He groaned and yelled back at the house, "A couple? There's at least five bags in here!"
He heard Penelope's laughter float outside and her response of, "Those bags won't unload themselves! Now hurry up, your breakfast is getting cold!"
Derek grumbled to Clooney the entire time he loaded his arms down with bags about crazy woman and fiancee and gonna overdose on Christmas cheer.
Penelope headed back to the kitchen to get more gingerbread men. The whole team was curled up in her doves' living room with Derek entertaining them with stories of growing up with three women. She set the empty tray on the counter and started loading it down with cookies.
"Hey, I should be doing that."
She turned to see Spencer at the entrance to the kitchen with a mock glare on his face. Penelope rolled her eyes and said, "Darling, I'm surprised you're not comatose from working non-stop all day. The least I can do is fetch more gingerbread men."
Spencer smiled and said, "All right, if you insist. By the way, I've been meaning to ask you something."
"Shoot, Spencie," she replied, finishing loading the tray with the last of the cookies.
Spencer ran his fingers through his hair and asked with a smirk, "Are you and Prentiss ever going to acknowledge this...thing developing between you two?"
Penelope felt her cheeks heat up and she said bashfully, "I don't know. I've been dropping hints, but she hasn't been responding."
She shook her head and picked up the tray, intent on heading back into the living room, but Spencer gently placed his hands on her shoulders. He squeezed them gently and said, "I know it's your thing to give out advise, but allow me to impart some of my own. Do more than drop hints, Penelope. Love is too rare and beautiful a thing to be caviler about."
He kissed her forehead and smiled, saying, "Now let's get back to the party before Derek freaks out and starts thinking I've gone into labor."
She followed Spencer as he waddled back into the living room, Derek opening his arms and Spencer curling against his side. Penelope set the tray on the coffee table and picked up her glass of wine. She took her place next to Spencer and looked across from her where Emily sat in one of the dining room table chairs. Emily gave her a soft smile and Penelope felt her heart skip a beat. She felt a hand touch hers and looked next to her to see Spencer smile and wink.
Penelope sat in Esther, tapping her fingers on her steering wheel. What are you doing here, Penelope Garcia?, she asked herself for the twelve time since she had parked in front of Emily's townhouse. Spencer's words had struck a cord in her, and when she went home after the party, she found herself unable to sleep. So here she sat in her car, in her Betty Boop pajamas and pink high heels. Finally she gathered her courage and climbed out of the car, marching up to Emily's front porch. But before she could even touch the doorbell, the door lock clicked and the door opened, revealing Emily dressed in her own silky black night gown and matching house robe.
"I was wondering when you were finally going to get out of your car," she teased.
"Y-you knew I was here?" Penelope asked, dumbfounded.
Emily laughed and leaned against her door frame. "PG, I would recognize that car anywhere. So...what are you doing here?"
Belatedly, she realized that in her rush to Emily's house, she had forgotten to think of something to say. She looked at Emily, who was looking increasing more concerned, and decided to act on impulse. She stepped forward and kissed her raven-haired beauty. She felt Emily stiffen for a split second before responding by cupping Penelope's face with one hand and wrapping the other around her waist. Penelope moaned softly when she felt Emily's tongue brush against her own, desire racing through her body. Emily pulled back enough to brush their noses together and pant, "Let's come inside. We can continue this...discussion."
Penelope smiled wickedly and murmured hotly, "I like the sound of that."
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Emily paused to shut the door, freezing cold hands slip around her waist , one slipping inside the part of her silk robe. She hissed quietly unsure if she wanted to arch into or away from the touch as she turned the lock.
"God, Garcia, your hands are freezing." She shivered and removed the hand that was pressed at the thin layer of silk covering her stomach.
"Sorry," She said softly as Emily turned around , holding her hand, gathering the other and rubbing warmth into them.
"Come on." She said, as Penelope was unfortunately lead to the kitchen not the bedroom, though being an optimist she smirked at her host and raised a brow.
"Kitchen, eh? That's a bit kinky." She said as Emily's face flitted between shock, and amusement, not answering, just turning on the unit under the kettle. Garcia fidgeted anxiously as Emily reached easily into the cabinets and produced two olive green mugs, before going into the pantry for hot cocoa. Emily's ability to completely remove herself from a situation was a blessing and a curse: right now, a curse.
"Did I do something wrong?" She asked finally as Prentiss handed her a mug of cocoa, looking up, her lips pressed into a thin line.
"No." She shook her head and lead her to the couch, flicking on the lamp on the end-table.
"Then...what's wrong?" She asked as Emily pulled her legs up onto the couch and Penelope studied a perfectly sculpted foot with perfectly pedicured toes.
"You know, PG, you're a hard girl to figure out." She sighed sipping slowly at the hot liquid.
"What?"
"I've been preparing myself to smile and congratulate you for when that Tech guy asks you out." She admitted quietly. "I just can't pin you down, whether you meant it, or not...you
know?"
"Well...Kevin did ask me out." She said as Emily nodded and said nothing but: "Oh." Garcia smiled and nudged her foot. "I told him thanks, but, no thanks." She put the mug down on the coffee-table and rubbed a now very warm hand up the top of her foot to close around her ankle. "Do you know why I said no thanks?" A self-conscious shrug. "Because, I already have someone I like...I just apparently need to be more clear about showing it." Emily's dark eyes raised to meet hers, beautiful lips parting slowly.
"Garcia..." She said as Penelope maneuvered her right leg off the couch, the other moving to make space between her legs as she crept closer.
"Emily..." She said softly, brushing her lips against hers just barely. "I'm sorry I was such a tease."
"Such a tease." Emily repeated, grazing her teeth over Garcia's bottom lip.
"However can I make it up to you?" She asked slipping her fingers up the inside of Emily's leg, through the slit of the robe, feeling more silk.
Emily whined in annoyance and desire as the questing fingers stopped just above her knee.
"Hm? What was that?" Penelope cooed trailing her fingers Emily's pale throat, slowly tipping her chin up.
The dark haired woman nipped at the finger and kissed it in apology. "Bedroom." She said as Penelope grinned and slowly got up from pinning Emily to the plush couch.
"That's what I thought."
She followed Emily into her bedroom and smiled, seeing the ratty flannel PJ bottoms hanging out of the hamper.
"Did you get changed just for me?" She asked as Emily shot her an innocent smile, backing her up to the edge of the bed.
"Well, you were in your car a while, I figured I'd be prepared if the situation arose."
Penelope smirked and scooted back on the bed, leaving her high heels on the floor and watched Emily crawl up, slow, seductive, almost predatory.
"Lucky me." She purred as Emily hovered over her, leaning in for a kiss.
"Mmm...lucky me." She purred back after an eternity of kisses before dipping to trail more kisses down Penelope's throat.
"Oh, by the way." The blond said, working the tie of her robe loose, slipping her hand up Emily's flat stomach. "Merry Christmas." She said, cupping one of Emily's breasts, delighting in her gasp.
Derek rubbed his hand over Spencer's big belly and kissed at his neck, secretly pleased that the Christmas Eve party had worn out Spencer enough to sleep in.
"What time is it?" He asked sleepily as Derek nuzzled his ear.
"Past Nine, pretty-boy."
"Do you think Santa came yet?" He mused as Derek couldn't help but grin, pressing his hips against Spencer's ass, nipping at his ear.
"Mmm, Santa was waiting for you." He purred as Spencer laughed and felt Derek shift him onto his back, settling between his knees as he slowly tugged at the candy-cane printed sleep pants Spencer wore.
"Merry Christmas to me..." He purred, smiling, as Derek's tongue trailed up his hardening cock.
Happily sated, the two crept down the stairs and gathered some breakfast, started some cocoa, started a fire in the fireplace and let Clooney run around the yard for a bit. Derek happily played the role of Santa, doling out the presents dutifully and evenly, appeasing Spencer's commands of "No, not that one, that one". The two had gone the practical route for most of the gifts; much needed items to fill the house. Some paintings and framed photos, dust collectors, dishes, pots, and pans. Derek curled up next to Spencer on the couch and snagged a bite of a leftover gingerbread man, resting his head on his shoulder.
"Looks like there's only two left."
"I don't know about you, but I saved the best for last." Spencer smirked and kissed the top of his head.
"Oh, really? You first, then."
"No, yours first."
They playfully argued for a moment and settled after a best two-out-of-three rock-paper-scissors bout.
"Fine, I'll go first." Derek said, smiling and handing him a nicely wrapped box, trimmed with ribbon.
Spencer eyed him as he unwrapped the present and slowly opened the box, parting the tissue paper to sort through the contents. A hand-written note sat on the top of colorful pamphlets, which read: One I-O-U Honeymoon. Anywhere you want to go. Five days in paradise. Babysitting provided by Aunt Penny and Aunt Emily.
"Derek..." He smiled and laughed, sorting through the travel brochures.
"I mean it, anywhere you want to go." He said, leaning over to kiss him. "Vegas, Paris, Tokyo, Bermuda, Argentina, Antarctica..." He teased as Spencer kissed all over his face.
"Thank you, Derek, I love you." He cooed, nudging his gift closer with his foot. "Here, open yours."
"I wonder what this could be?" He asked, faking surprise. "Is it a new Northwestern Hoodie, since mine has been taken captive?" He teased as Spencer nudged him, resting his hands on his belly.
"Just open it." He laughed softly as Derek read the note atop the package. A little compromise...
His brows pinched as he slipped off the ribbon and separated the two boxes, unwrapping them slowly, trying to figure out what it could be. In one box was a black onsie that read "Batman in training", with little matching cargo shorts, a ball cap, and itty-bitty baby Converse. He frowned, putting the pieces together as he opened the second, a hello-kitty baby-doll dress, a cute little pink fisher-hat with bear ears, and bitty pink converse. Derek grinned slowly and turned to Spencer. "Is this what I think it is?" He said, leaning over, hands going to cover Spencer's stroking his belly.
"One of each." He smiled, watching Derek grin wider, and press two kisses into his belly.
"Hello, Tyler, Hello Vivian." He cooed, using their real names for the first time.
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Derek sighed as Hotch dismissed them to gather their go-bags. With Spencer's due date getting ever closer, he hated traveling far away from him. Spencer had planned that two weeks before his scheduled c-section, he would travel up to Philadelphia and stay with a friend of their doctor's who took in his male pregnancies. Derek stood and pulled his cellphone from his pocket, heading to his desk.
"Hey, Derek, what's up?"
"We got a case, pretty boy," Derek answered, grabbing his go-bag from under his desk.
He listened to Spencer clear his throat and ask, "Where?"
"Washington," Derek growled, scrubbing his face with his hand. "God, Spencer, I hate going this far away with your due date so close."
"Derek, I have another five weeks or so," Spencer soothed. "I'll be fine. Although Tyler and Vivian are like two Mexican jumping beans in my stomach. I tried to take a nap, but they weren't having it."
Derek couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face, chuckling, "Tell them Daddy said to give you a break, that you need rest."
"I'll deliver the message," Spencer replied, his smile evident as he spoke. "I love you, Derek."
"I love you, too, Spencer."
"Morgan!"
Derek turned to see Hotch and the team waiting for him. He said a quick goodbye to Spencer before jumping up to join the team.
Penelope smiled as she finished checking her reflection in the mirror. She had decided to go spend the day with Spencer. After hearing his lonesome tone on the phone, she figured that he would welcome the company. She grabbed her purse and headed out the the door, pausing to lock it. As she headed to Esther, she pulled her cellphone from her purse and dialed Spencer's number. After two rings, he answered breathlessly, "Hey, Pen."
Penelope frowned and asked, "Why do you sound out of breath?"
"Oh, I'm just gathering a basket of clothes to take downstairs," Spencer replied. "I desperately need to get some laundry done."
"Spencer, please wait until I get there," Penelope fretted, climbing inside Esther. "I don't like the idea of you going downstairs with a big laundry basket."
He laughed, but then she heard him yelp and a loud commotion. She gasped and yelled, "Spencer! Spencer, answer me! Spencer!"
He still didn't answer. She gunned Esther into life and sped off towards his house. She worried the pad of her cellphone and wondered if she should call Derek. She was hoping that Spencer would call her back and just say that he lost the grip on the basket and his phone. Even with her speeding like the devil, it took her ten minutes to get to Spencer and Derek's house. She didn't even shut off her car, foregoing that to climb out and race to the front door. She used her key that Derek had given her a couple months back and pushed the door open, shouting, "Spencer!"
She hurried to the stairs and cried out when she saw Spencer crumpled on his side surrounding by clothes. But what worried her even more was the pool of blood coming from his backside. She dialed 911 and the operator answered, "911, what is your emergency?"
"Y-yes," Penelope stammered, "I need an ambulance. I-i mean, my friend, I'm at his house. He's-"
"Ma'am," the operator soothed, "I need you to take a breath. Now tell me the address, then we can assess the situation with your friend."
Penelope wiped her face off and took a deep breath, telling the operator the address. She heard a keyboard clicking away, then the operator said, "Okay, I have a unit on their way. Now tell me what happened to your friend."
"He's pregnant," Penelope cried softly, kneeling near Spencer and brushing hair away from his face. "He was ta-taking a basket of laundry downstairs when I think he tripped. He's not awake, and th-there's blood coming from his bottom."
"Okay, you're doing good, ma'am, really good," the operator said. "The unit's almost there. Now how far along is your friend?"
"About eight months."
Penelope stayed on the phone with the operator, a nice elderly woman named Stella, until the ambulance arrived. A woman and a man came up beside her, the woman saying, "Okay, ma'am, we're going to need you to step aside, so we can help your friend."
Penelope nodded and stood, the man giving her a hand. She choked back a sob as she watched them load Spencer onto the gurney and placed his neck in a brace. She watched them wheel Spencer out and then looked down at her cellphone. She took a moment to collect herself before she dialed Derek's number.
"Penelope, I'm in the middle of a case," he answered hurriedly.
Penelope sniffed and said softly, "Derek, it's Spencer."
Derek groaned in frustration as he studied the pictures of mangled bodies. They had been there three days, and still they were no closer to catching the sick bastard responsible. Suddenly his phone started ring, and he took it from its place on his hip. Seeing it was Penelope, he answered shortly, "Penelope, I'm in the middle of a case."
"Derek, it's Spencer."
Something in her tone instantly put him on alert and he asked, "What about him? I-is he okay?"
He heard her sob and he felt his heart clench. He asked, panic building, "Penelope, what happened?"
"H-he was doing laundry," she replied tearfully. "He was taking a basket downstairs, I told him to wait until I got there. But he didn't listen! He...he fell down the stairs."
Derek felt his knees start to tremble and tears flooded his eyes. He stammered, "Did you-I mean, is he-Oh God!"
"The ambulance just took him to the hospital," she replied.
Derek stood and said shortly, "I'm coming."
Penelope downed her third cup of bad hospital coffee as she waited for news on Spencer and the twins. She had managed to snag one of the EMTs that had brought Spencer in and she told Penelope that one of the placentas might have detached and that he was rushed into surgery. Her phone vibrated and she looked down to see a text message from Emily: Im with Derek. Any news?
Penelope sighed and replied: None rite now. Still in surgery.
Just then, a woman in Looney Tunes scrubs came into the waiting room and called to her, "Are you with Spencer Reid?"
Penelope jumped up, saying, "Yes, I am. How is he?"
"They've just removed him from surgery," the nurse informed her. "He's going to be fine, he just has a mild concussion and a broken wrist from bracing his fall. His twins are fine as well. He's still unconscious but stable."
Penelope flood tears of relief flood her eyes and she breathed, "Thank God. Can I see him?"
The nurse nodded and led her to his room. The nurse told her she could only stay five minutes then turned to return to the nurse's station. Penelope moved to sit down in the chair next to Spencer and took his bandaged hand in hers. She sniffed and said, "You, Dr. Reid, are in very big trouble when you wake up. It is not nice at all to scare everyone like this."
With her free hand, she sent a text to Emily and Derek: Spencer and Co are fine. Ty and Vivi have finally arrived!
Derek and Emily rushed to the front desk, Derek saying hurriedly, "What room is Spencer Reid in? I'm his fiancee."
The nurse looked him for a second before gushing, "So you're the father of those two gorgeous little babies! Those two have stolen all the nurses' hearts!"
His small panic faded as fatherly pride flooded his body and he chuckled, "Well, thank you, that's very kind."
The nurse gave him Spencer's room number and he and Emily headed in that direction. He stopped short of the door when he saw two nurses huddled outside Spencer's room. Derek cleared his throat and the nurses moved back, one of them blushing and saying, "Sorry, Mr. Morgan. Your twins are just too precious!"
They hurried away and Derek found Spencer and Penelope each holding a little bundle. Spencer looked at him and gushed to the little pink bundle in his arms, "Look, Vivi! There's Daddy!"
Penelope promptly popped up with her little blue bundle and gushed, "Here you go, Daddy. Someone wants to meet you."
Derek felt breathless as he took his son into his arms. His skin was the palest brown and dark blond curls peeked out from under his little beanie. He studied Derek with big brown eyes before reaching up to graze Derek's chin with tiny little fingers. Derek grinned and sat down in the chair Penelope had just inhabited, cooing softly, "Yeah, that's my boy."
Spencer cleared his throat and Derek looked up at him. Spencer wore the same dopey grin Derek probably had and said, "Vivian wants to meet you, too, Daddy."
Derek moved as close as he could get, Penelope stepping in for a second to help the trade of babies go smoother. Vivian studied him as Tyler did and Derek cooed, "Hey there, baby girl. Daddy's here."
Vivian then turned her little head towards his chest, her little hand moving to grasp his shirt, before her eyes slid shut. Derek grinned and bent his head down to kiss her forehead. He looked back at Spencer, whose eyes were now glassy, and Derek murmured, "I am too happy to be mad at you right now."
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Penelope cradled baby Tyler easily and noticed Emily hanging back in the corner, keeping out of the way. She tilted her head to indicate a come here and slowly she stepped closer.
"You look awful, are you sure you weren't in labor too?" Emily teased quietly, noticing the traces of makeup smeared around her eyes and cheeks, receiving a smirk.
"Hey, these are my babies too, they just don't know it yet." She told her girlfriend, turning to give her a better view of Tyler, sleeping peacefully. She noticed the flash of emotion cross Emily's face and nuzzled her shoulder, unable to do much else with her armful of baby. "Do you want to hold him?" She asked as Emily shook her head, and Penelope looked to the two proud parents.
"You can hold him, Emily." Spencer said, smiling as he watched Derek fawn over his baby-girl.
"It's okay, you should..." She protested, as Derek looked over his shoulder at her and smiled.
"Emily, just hold the damn baby." He said, shifting slightly to find a more comfortable position to hold Vivian. "I trust you." He said as she finally conceded, sitting in the spare chair against the wall, allowing Garcia to ease the tiny baby into her arms. Tyler let out a whiny baby noise at the fussing and Emily immediately winced, getting flustered.
"Hey, shh, it's okay...It's okay." She whispered, her voice catching a little as she rocked him ever so gently, cooing comforting noises. "It's okay, little guy." She sniffled quietly, Garcia fitting beside her, hands resting on her shoulders affectionately.
Emily shook her head a little to shield her face with her hair, trying to hide a tear snaking down her cheek as she held the tiny child. Penelope felt a tug in her chest and she bent down, pressing a kiss into the top of her head and wiped away the rogue tears for her.
Derek picked up his head finally, and frowned. "Did anyone call my Mom?" He asked as a round of shrugs made it's way around the room. "Oh, she is going to kill me for not calling sooner." He winced and Penelope gave Emily another kiss before moving to unclip Derek's phone from his belt for him and dialed before sandwiching the phone between his shoulder and his ear.
"Hey, Mama," He said when she picked up. "Guess what?"
After a few days both Spencer and Babies were cleared to go home, where Grandma Morgan was eagerly awaiting them, making sure the house was ready. The two new parents were easily overwhelmed by their double trouble, trying to work out schedules for feedings, naps, etc, and actually fighting over who got to change diapers (though, they both knew that the thrill would eventually wear off...about the diapers, not the babies). Clooney followed them around curiously and protectively, making sure no strangers got near the babies.
On their second day home, the team was invited over for a meet and greet with the BAU's Most Popular Babies. They all gathered in the living room, passing around babies, and compliments and coos and adoration, coupled with light conversation.
JJ stared down lovingly at Vivian, touching her tiny, spindly fingers. "So, Garcia, I know you just threw Spencer's shower...but, I was wondering, are you for hire?"
Garcia looked up from sweet-talking to Tyler, in Emily's arms and shot her a confused look.
"Because, you know...I was thinking, It might be nice for Tyler and Vivian to have a little cousin to play with." She hinted as Hotch shot her a questioning look, and Spencer grinned.
"You are?" He asked as she nodded.
"Yeah...I thought now would be a good time to break the news." She smiled sheepishly as more congratulations shook the house, causing Tyler to start to cry, Emily quickly soothing him.
"So, are you leaving the BAU?" Hotch asked as she frowned and shook her head. "No, I don't see why not...Will is...Will is going to move here and do the stay-at-home dad thing." She smiled and noticed Hotch was looking to Morgan.
Derek's jaw was set tightly and he didn't look at Spencer who was busying himself by folding a pink gingham burp-cloth.
"When do you expect to be back?" Hotch asked, locked on as Morgan shrugged.
"Not sure yet." He lied, as Hotch tried to get a read on him.
"So, Spencer, how's motherhood treating you?" Rossi asked, quickly changing the subject to let Derek off the hook.
"Does anyone need more coffee, beer, wine, whatever?" Derek asked before Spencer replied as Penelope raised her wineglass eagerly.
"I'll take another beer," Hotch said, getting up and following Derek into the kitchen.
Derek busied himself with Garcia's wine after handing Hotch his beer. The older agent studied him, his usual stony look on his face.
"You're not coming back, are you?" He finally said as Derek shook his head in agreement.
"I want to...I really do...but...I can't."
"I was pretty certain Spencer wouldn't be coming back, but, you I wasn't sure about until now." He admitted as Morgan leaned against the counters and sighed.
"There have been too many families wrecked by this job...and I'm not about to be one of them." Morgan said softly. "I just...I can't let that happen."
"I understand."
"Do you think I'm weak for walking away?" He asked, as Hotch shook his head.
"I think it makes you more of a man." He admitted, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, with a nod, and went back to the living room.
After a week, they broke the news to the team that they would not be returning to the BAU, much to the disappointment, and quiet understanding of their teammates.
"What do you plan on doing with yourselves?" Rossi asked, smiling in approval.
"Well, I plan to write. I mean, three PHD's have to be worth something right?" Spencer smiled. "I might write a book, about my experiences, maybe." He admitted as Rossi smiled.
"When you have something concrete, I'll set you up with my Publisher." He offered as Spencer nodded gratefully. "Derek?"
Morgan took a second, shrugged and smiled warmly. "I honestly don't know, right now, but, we've got enough of a cushion for me to be out of work for a while, while I figure it out." He laughed quietly. "I could apply to work with the Metro PD, I could do private consultations, I could teach, I can do anything." He said, with his usual confidence. "Most importantly, I'm going to be a daddy, that will always be my number-one job."
A/N: Okay, so this was where the story ended over at LJ. Topetine and I had agreed that since I started the round robin, that she would write the ending. And this was where she wanted to end it, and I respected her for that. But if you guys want an extended ending, leave in your reviews something you'd like to see and I'll work on it. Thank you again for reading and reviewing! You guys rock!