A/N: Hey everybody, I really hope that you will like this chapter, because I'm not sure if it's good or bad, because writing Fran Morgan has been much harder than I thought. And I'm sorry that the chapter is so short, but it was a good cut to make and in the next chapter you will find out about what's wrong with little AJ *smiles sheepishly*
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So reviews for this chapter are most appreciated *puppy dog eyes*
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And of course thank you to all of you for your kind words for the next chapter *hugs you all* The reviews really mean a lot to me and help me to keep going with this story *hugs you again*
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Disclaimer: None of the CM characters belong to me… I just borrowed them for this little story… my OC'S do belong to me though… this story doesn't mean to offend anybody… this is just for fun… and not for money either...
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Chapter 29
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"You're a grandmother now."
At the other end of the line was complete silence and if Derek didn't know that Fran Morgan was a strong woman, he might have feared that she had fainted or worse, gotten a heart attack. But so he was optimistic that his mother just needed some time to really acknowledge and understand what he had just said. And Morgan knew that it probably wasn't the best way to start this conversation, but Derek had found it easier to just blurt that out, before he got second thoughts. And he knew that telling his mother about Spencer and the babies would be a point in his favor on Reid's list.
"Grandmother?"
At least his mother was talking again, but even Derek flinched at the tone of his mother's voice, because it was a mix of disbelief, accusation and somewhere in there he could detect happiness, even though it was carefully hidden behind the other two emotions. And Morgan knew exactly why. His mother was wondering what Derek had done and if it was her fault, because she had been so sad when Morgan had called her and told her that Gloria's pregnancy had been a lie.
"What did you do, Derek?" Fran questioned, honestly confused now and Morgan sighed and went to sit down on the couch, because this would take longer than he had expected.
Well, no, he had expected a long talk, because he knew his mother wouldn't just accept being a grandmother and would want the whole story. And Morgan really wanted to give it to her, but the problem was, that he had no idea how to explain this seriously complicated situation.
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"Mom, you should know where the babies come from," Derek told her, a weak attempt at humor. And it also gave him a little more time to think about what he wanted to say. But Derek's mother didn't fall for it.
"Derek, don't try to avoid answering," she scolded.
And Morgan could literally picture her right now. She was probably standing either in the living room or in the kitchen, a hand against her hips, the look on her face the one she had always used to get the truth out of her children when they were younger and had destroyed something in the house, accusing each other in the process. Then Fran had sat them down on the couch and had just looked at them with that expression on her face and the three Morgan siblings had told her the whole truth.
So with that picture of his mother in mind, Derek sighed again.
"Honestly, Mom, I wasn't trying to avoid answering you. I want to explain everything, but I really don't know how," he admitted, hoping that his mother would understand that. Derek almost absentmindedly petted Clooney, who had climbed on the couch with him and had put his head on Morgan's lap while he waited for his mother to answer him.
"I can imagine that you don't know what to tell me, son, because last time you called, it was to tell me that I won't be a grandmother anytime soon. And that was because Gloria, who I never really liked by the way, had lied to you about being pregnant and you also told me that you two have broken up," Fran stated and Derek only groaned at his mother's words.
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Why had nobody told him about their dislike for Gloria? Had he really been so blind and eager to get a real family that he hadn't seen how conceited and self-centric Gloria was? Had he really been so stupid?
Derek quickly pushed those thoughts out of his mind, because this wasn't about Gloria right now, even though an uneasy feeling, almost like a foreboding, had washed over him as soon as his mother had mentioned his ex-girlfriend. And Morgan was profiler enough to not ignore it and he made a mental note to call the hospital and ask if Spencer and the babies were alright as soon as he had finished his talk with his mother.
Fran Morgan, unaware of her son's thoughts, spoke up again, obviously eager to learn the whole story and to help her son sort out his thoughts.
"Maybe you should start with the easiest facts. Who is the mother of my grandchild? Do I know her?" Fran questioned softly, because of course she had noticed that Derek had a hard time telling her what had happened and she wanted to make this as easy for him as possible, as long as she finally got the truth out of him.
"Grandchildren, Mom," Morgan corrected her with a small smile, especially when he thought about the three little angels that had come into this world only a few hours ago, even though for Derek it felt like an eternity already and he was still so excited about everything.
Again there was silence on the other end of the line.
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"Excuse me? Did you just say grandchildren?" Fran questioned, disbelief evident in her voice and Derek heard some shuffling and rustling through the phone and Morgan guessed that his mother had sat down, because she had been so shocked at Derek's words. And the FBI agent feared that she was in for quite some more shocks, but she deserved the truth and he also wanted her to know the truth. Maybe she could give him some advice on how to win back Spencer's love, well that was if she didn't hate him for loving another man.
Derek quickly shook his head. His mother would never hate him. Sure, Fran would be shocked and would most likely need some time to get used to it, but she would accept it, of that Morgan was completely sure. And she seemed to have liked Spencer whenever Derek had brought him to visit his family, which had been three times after the Carl-Buford-mess, so maybe that would be another point in favor.
The thought of Reid pulled Morgan back to the present and he remembered that his mother still wanted an answer.
"Yeah, I said grandchildren, mom, triplets to be exact, three little angels, two girls and a boy," he informed and again a bright smile came to his lips when he saw the lovely faces of Sophia, Dianna and little Aaron in front of his inner eyes.
"Triplets?" His mother's voice was a mix of surprise and happiness and Morgan knew she was already making plans on how to spoil the kids, as any good grandmother should.
"Oh Derek, that is wonderful news," Fran exclaimed and Derek knew that it had finally sunk in that she was a grandmother now and that the rest was not important to her... at least not right now.
"I'm going to come down to see you. In fact I'm going to take the next available flight. I want to meet my grandchildren and of course the mother of my grandchildren," she said and Derek stiffened.
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"Umm, Mom, there is something else I need to tell you," he started carefully, hoping that his mother's enthusiasm would help her to accept what was going to come next much better.
Fran Morgan calmed herself a little and she asked: "So, are you finally going to tell me, who the mother is and how I'm suddenly a grandmother in the first place?"
Derek swallowed a few times and wondered how to best go about this.
"Mom, I know what I'm going to say next is going to sound crazy, but it's the truth," he started and he petted Clooney again, because that calmed him down a little.
"What do you mean, Derek? Just tell me, so that I can pack and book a flight, because I really want to see you and my grandchildren... oh and I need to call Sarah and Des. They'll be so thrilled to hear about it," Fran asked and again Derek heard rustling on the other end of the phone and his mother was probably already packing a suitcase, because Derek knew there was no way to keep her away from her grandchildren. Morgan sighed again and then he took a deep breath to get it over with.
"Mom, you remember Reid, do you?" he questioned.
"Of course I remember Spencer. He's a fine young man. But what has he got to do with everything?" Fran asked and Morgan grinned a little, when he remembered how his mother had always scolded him when he'd called Spencer "Reid", because he was too nice to be called by his last name. And it had taken Fran a while to understand that calling Spencer "Reid" was just a sign of their close friendship.
"Mom, did you know that apparently men can get pregnant? It's a rare occasion, but it's not impossible," Morgan explained and again there was a long silence at the other end of the line, before Fran questioned: "Derek, what are you trying to say?"
Derek rubbed his temple and changed the phone from one ear to the other, taking a few more deep breaths, before he finally blurted out: "Mom, Spencer is the other father of the babies and he gave birth to them just a few hours ago..."
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In the deafening silence that followed, the shrill ringing of Morgan's cell was almost like a gunshot and Clooney barked in surprise before jumping down from the couch and hiding under the coffee table. Morgan, despite the situation, had to smile a little and he reached for his cell phone, frowning when he recognized Rossi's number on the display. He really didn't want to pick up, but his gut twisted for a moment and somehow he knew that he had to take it.
"Mom, hang on a second, please," he said, but he still didn't get an answer and for a second he feared that his mother might have hung up, but he could still hear rustling on the other end of the phone and her breathing, so he knew that she was still there, probably trying to come to terms with what Morgan had just told her. So Derek made a decision. He put his normal phone on speaker and put it down on the coffee table, so that he would hear it when she said something. And then he finally picked up his cell phone, which had been ringing the whole time.
"Hey Rossi, whatever it is, please make it short. I have my mother on the phone," he said in greeting, but seconds later he was glad that he was sitting down, because he started shaking all over.
Dave didn't bother with a greeting either, but instead he started: "Morgan, you need to come to the hospital immediately. Tommy called... Gloria attacked Spencer and the babies... something is seriously wrong with AJ. I don't know any details, but Spencer and the triplets need us... come to the hospital as soon as possible."
And before Morgan could even ask anything, Rossi had already hung up. Derek just sat on the couch, frozen in place, staring at his cell phone.
Something was wrong with his son and Gloria was probably responsible for it? How had that happened? And what was wrong with his son?
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The questions came to his mind and Derek felt panic rising within him. He was already off the sofa and on his way to the door, when he suddenly heard his mother's voice again.
"Derek? Are you still there? What's going on?" she asked, sounding slightly panicked herself. Morgan made a dash for the phone and pressed it against his ear.
"Mom? I'm sorry, but I need to go to the hospital. Something's wrong with my son," he told her, knowing that she would understand and that everything else could wait until later. And indeed Fran only said softly: "Then go and be with your son, Derek. We'll talk as soon as I've flown down there. Then you can explain to me again how Spencer can be the father of your babies."
Morgan was just relieved that his mother didn't sound angry. No, Fran sounded confused, concerned and a little unsure how to best deal with the situation.
Derek smiled a little and was already pulling on his jacket.
"Thanks, Mom," he said and then he added: "I love you."
Again, relief washed over him when his mother answered without hesitation: "I love you too, Derek. And I'll see you soon, but now go and be with your son."
And Morgan did just that. He hung up the phone, grabbed his keys and was on his motorcycle on the way to the hospital only minutes later, the only thought on his mind was the desperate hope that his son would be okay...
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to be continued...
