Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds. Jemma and all my OCs are mine though.

Desire is individual. Happiness is common. -Julian Casablancas

A week after leaving the hospital Jemma was back at work in the library, climbing a ladder to return books to the shelves. She was almost through all the books on her cart when her phone rang in her pocket, causing her to almost fall from the ladder. She turned bright red after the initial scare, embarrassed that she had forgot to turn her phone off while at work. Jemma checked her caller ID and saw that it was Reid calling. She put him on hold and dashed back to the break room where she could answer the call.

"Hey, Spencer." she answered in the sweetest voice she could muster.

"Hey Jem, where are you?" Reid asked.

"I'm at home." Jemma lied. "In bed."

"You're out of breath." Reid pointed out. "And you put me on hold."

"I was uh... I was cooking and I started a fire and needed to save the apartment from burning down." Jemma tried.

"You expect me to buy that?"

"Fine," Jemma sighed in defeat. "I'm at work."

"Jem! You're on bedrest! As in, stay in bed!"

"Spencer, stop yelling at me, please!" Jemma begged.

"Jem, you know what can happen if you put any more stress on your body." Reid pleaded. "Just go home and rest, please?"

"I was going to stay home, Spencer, really, but I can't just sit there and let my mind wander all day." Jemma said. "I started thinking about everything we need for the baby and then I was thinking about how broke I am and I was stressing about how we're going to afford this so I went to work because-"

"Jemma," Reid interrupted. "Don't worry about it. We'll be fine, I swear. You never needed a job in the first place, I wouldn't have offered to take you in if I couldn't support you. I'm not saying I'm rich, but the baby will have everything she needs."

"Spencer, I can't just rely on you like that, I-"

"I know you're too stubborn to rely on anyone, but she's our daughter." Reid said. "You're not in this alone."

Jemma was silent on the other end of the line. Her whole life she had no one to rely on but herself. Financially, emotionally, physically, she had been completely alone. She had raised her sister all by herself, why should raising her daughter be any different?

She thought of all the things Reid had done for her since the night she lost her family. She liked to think that she had chosen to let him take care of her, but she knew deep down that she had not had much of a choice being as broken as she was. It was almost impossible for Jemma to imagine life without Reid now, but she had a hard time imagining the both of them raising their baby together. A picture perfect suburban life was something Jemma knew she could not have, not after what she had been through and not with Reid's job. She did not feel like she deserved to be that happy. Anything less than picture perfect was revolting though, some forced, loveless marriage to Reid just reminded her of the shotgun weddings her friends from high school had had.

"Jemma?" Reid said. "Jem, are you still there?"

"Oh, uh... yeah." Jemma replied, snapping back to reality.

"Go home and get some rest, please." Reid said. "You don't have to spend all day in bed, just relax. I'll be home tonight, it doesn't look like we've got any cases coming in today."

"Alright." Jemma agreed and hung up the phone to go talk to her boss.

"Hey, kid, how was your Christmas?" Derek asked, taking a seat at his desk.

"Oh, it was good I guess." Reid replied.

"You guess?" Derek repeated.

"Well, Jemma got sick." Reid said, downplaying the entire fiasco. "But we got an ultrasound done and we know what we're having."

"What?" Emily said, standing up from her desk. "Jemma never mentioned that. Let me see."

"Yeah man, don't hold out on us!"

Reid held the brown envelope containing the ultrasound picture away from Derek and Emily. "Garcia will kill me if she's not the first person to see this." he said.

The trio of profilers left their desks and went to Garcia's office. The door was closed and Derek was the first to knock.

"Speak, mortal!" they heard Garcia yell to them from her desk.

"Hey, Baby Girl, open up." Derek said. "I've got something you might wanna see!"

"Enter, Chocolate Thunder!"

Derek opened the door and Emily and Reid followed him. They found Garcia and JJ laughing over something on one of Garcia's computer screens.

"What do you have to show me?" Garcia asked. "Why are you all in here?"

"I don't actually have something to show you," Derek said. "But Reid does."

Reid blushed and stepped forward, handing Garcia the envelope.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Jemma's ultrasound picture."

Garcia opened the envelope and looked at the blue and black photo. She was speechless. JJ, Emily, and Derek all crowded closer to see.

"Wow," JJ said. "Who would've thought Spence would be having a baby?"

"Technically Jemma's having the baby." Emily said, a hint of contempt in her voice.

"I still can't believe you ever got with a girl like Jem." Derek said to Spencer.

"Boy or girl?" Garcia asked excited.

"Girl." Reid replied.

"Yay! I finally get to shop for pink things!" Garcia exclaimed.

"Ha! You owe me twenty bucks!" Emily laughed at Derek.

"Dammit." he mumbled.

"You guys were betting on the sex of my child?" Reid asked, shocked.

Emily bit her lip and blushed. "Yeah."

"You're not mad are you, Pretty Boy?" Derek asked.

Reid shook his head and smiled. "Not really, but maybe we should keep this from Jemma."

The room erupted in laughter and for the first time in a long time Reid felt like things might be OK.

It was early February and Reid had just returned from a week long case in Oregon. He turned his key in the apartment door and dropped his bags and kicked off his shoes. It was only quarter past seven, but he was exhausted. His plans to grab a quick bite to eat before turning in for the night were interrupted when he heard a noise from down the hall.

That noise turned out to be Jemma cursing at inanimate objects in Reid's office. "God dammit! Why are you so heavy, you stupid filing cabinet?" she panted, attempting to drag the filing cabinet into the hallway.

"Jem, what are you doing?" Reid demanded.

Jemma let out a little scream. "Spencer! Oh my God! Don't sneak up on me like that! Do you want me to go into labour right now? Holy crap..." She had been on edge lately, feeling eyes on her whenever she walked past a window or left the apartment. She and her therapist both reasoned that it was just nerves and she was working on getting over it. "When did you get here?" she asked, cooling down some.

"I just walked in the door." Reid replied. "What are you doing to my office?"

Jemma sighed and put her hands on her hips dramatically. "I'm moving it to the living room."

"But why? There isn't room for all of this in the living room."

"Well, the baby sure as hell isn't going to be sleeping there!" Jemma exclaimed.

Reid should have seen this coming. Of course Jemma would be going through the whole "nesting" faze right now, the baby was due in three months. He had not put much thought into it before now, but he saw that Jemma had a point. Where were they going to put a nursery in his tiny apartment?

"You're not supposed to be putting any stress on your body, Jem." Reid reminded her.

Jemma gritted her teeth and balled her fists. "I know that, Spencer, but I seem to be the only person around here who's actually trying to prepare for this baby!"

"I know I've been busy with work lately, Jem, but I promise you we'll figure this out." Reid said. "I promised you in the hospital that you wouldn't have to worry anymore."

Jemma looked up at him with tears welling in her deep brown eyes. The last week had been lonely and exhausting despite being confined to the apartment. She hated being stuck there because her mind wandered and lead her to places she did not want to go. Her only tactic for avoiding the flashbacks was to focus on the baby and worry about everything she could think of. All she wanted right now was some sympathy and she knew Reid stood no chance against the threat of her tears.

"Come here." he said, wrapping her up in a hug. "I've got the next few days off work, maybe we can look for a bigger apartment."

"Can we go shopping for the baby too?" Jemma asked, batting her eyelashes.

"Sure." Reid smiled back at her. "Have you ate yet?"

Jemma shook her head.

"Chinese food and Lord of the Rings?" Reid asked, knowing the answer would be yes.

Jemma laughed. "You know me too well."

Reid went to the kitchen to call their favourite Chinese restaurant and returned to the living room to find Jemma on the couch, trying desperately to reach her toes on the coffee table.

"Jem, what are you doing?" Reid asked.

"Trying to paint my toenails." Jemma pouted. "I can't reach anymore."

Reid laughed and sat on the couch beside her.

"Can you?" Jemma asked.

"You want me to paint your nails?"

Jemma nodded and swung her feet around so that they were in Reid's lap. He took them in his hands and she burst into a fit of laughter.

"No! Stop!" she squealed. "No! It tickles! Stop, Spencer!"

Spencer laughed and let Jemma's feet go. "Just relax your muscles and it won't tickle."

"I don't believe you." Jemma said.

"Trust me, I'm a doctor." Reid said.

Jemma hesitantly put her feet back in Reid's lap and he held them again. "You have a PhD, you're not a podiatrist." she grumbled.

"I have three PhDs." he reminded her. "Wow, your feet are really swollen."

"That's what happens when you're pregnant, genius." Jemma said.

Jemma melted as Reid began to massage her feet.

"Mmm... thank you." she purred.

"What colour?" Reid asked, reaching his hand into the large basket of nail polishes Jemma kept on the coffee table.

"Guy Meets Gal-veston." Jemma replied.

Reid gave her a puzzled look. "What?"

Jemma giggled. "That's the name of the colour. It's on the label."

Reid just stared blankly at the collection of polishes.

"It's pink." Jemma hinted.

Reid searched for a few minutes and finally found the shade of pink Jemma requested.

"Don't get mad if this doesn't turn out right, OK?" Reid said before starting. "I've never done this before."

"Well I would hope you'd never done this before." Jemma giggled.

Reid smiled at her. He wished their relationship could be like this every day. He remembered when they first met and how hopeful he had been. Any chance at a normal relationship was ruined the night Jemma watched her family get slaughtered. Reid still blamed himself for letting it happen. Things had just fallen apart for them after that night, but tonight was perfect.

Jemma watched Reid as he worked on her toes. She loved the expression on his face, the same expression as when he was reading or focused on a case. Tonight reminded her of why she had fallen for him in the first place. She wanted so badly to love him, but she knew that she lost everything she loved and the baby was already more of a risk than she could handle. The longer she watched him the surer she was that tonight her walls would come down, but only for tonight.

"Done." Reid said, putting the cap back on the bottle of nail polish and returning it to the box on the table.

"Thanks." Jemma smiled sweetly back at him.

Reid smiled and blushed.

"I hope she has your amazing cheekbones." Jemma said, causing Reid to blush more.

"I'd rather she look like you." Reid said.

Jemma smiled then she felt the baby move inside of her. "Oh!" she exclaimed. She grabbed Reid's hand and pressed it against her belly. "Feel that? She's kicking!"

Reid's eyes widened in amazement. He kept his hand on Jemma and moved closer so that she was almost in his lap. With his free arm wrapped around Jemma's back he pressed his ear up to her belly too. His heart skipped a beat when he finally felt her kick.

He looked up at Jemma in awe. "That was... so weird."

Jemma raised an eyebrow. "You think your daughter's weird?"

"No, I mean, it's just so... unbelievable." Reid said. "She's inside you now, but in a few months we'll be able to hold her..."

"Are you crying?" Jemma teased.

"No."

"Liar."

Reid opened his mouth to protest, but Jemma cut him off with a kiss. She put her heart and soul into that kiss. She had no idea why she was letting her walls fall down tonight, but if Reid asked she would blame her hormones.

"Thank you," Jemma said when they broke apart, "For everything you've done for me, Spencer. I... I honestly don't know how I would have made it through everything without you."

"I couldn't just leave you to cope with everything on your own, Jem." Reid answered.

Jemma smiled and rested her head on Reid's shoulder. They settled in and watched the movie in silence interrupted only by the delivery of their supper. Every so often Jemma would give Reid a light kiss on the cheek or collarbone. Eventually Reid realized that this was an invitation to kiss her in return so he did so. He kept his hand on Jemma's belly the entire time, hoping to feel another kick from the baby.

"Two Towers has always been my favourite." Jemma said as the second movie began.

"Why Two Tower?" Reid asked.

"Eowyn of course!" Jemma replied excitedly. "She's the real hero of this book."

Reid smiled. Of course Jemma would love the butt-kicking heroine. If Eowyn had red hair he would probably be convinced they were the same person.

"Can we name the baby Eowyn?" she asked.

"Really? Eowyn?"

Jemma shrugged. "Why not?"

"Well, it's a little strange." Reid said. "Do you really want to have to explain her name to everyone?"

"I like it." Jemma said stubbornly.

"It doesn't sound right." Reid argued. "Eowyn Reid?"

"Who says she gets your name?" Jemma asked.

Reid sighed. He actually was not too opposed to the name, but he had one very sound objection to it. "Colwyn." he said, ready for Jemma to break down at the sound of her attacker's name.

"Oh, I kind of forgot that thing had a name." Jemma said surprisingly casually. "Well, what would you name her?"

Reid was caught off guard. "I uh... I never really thought about it." he admitted.

Jemma rolled her eyes. "Typical man." she mumbled. "Well, I already have her middle name picked out, so we can build on that."

"What's her middle name?" Reid asked. "Why didn't you tell me you had it picked out?"

"Well, I had it picked out before I even knew I was pregnant." Jemma said. "Amelia Louise."

Reid smiled. It was better than he expected and he was pleased even though he had wanted to give the baby his mother's name. He knew how much this meant to Jemma.

"Do you like it?" Jemma asked.

"I love it."

Jemma sighed in relief. "Any suggestions then?" she asked. "I can go get the name book if you want."

Reid laughed. "You actually bought the book?"

Jemma nodded.

"Jemma, I have an eidetic memory, I know the meaning of pretty much every name in existence. Not to mention you could look it up online."

Jemma blushed. "When I was at the bookstore getting some pregnancy and parenting books the saleswoman told me I should get it. I didn't want to look like a horrible mother."

Reid laughed again. "You're not a horrible mother, Jem."

"What do you suggest we call her then?" Jemma asked in an attempt to get back on track with their conversation. Going down this road would only lead them to talk of her little sister.

"I like Sophia." Reid said. "It means wisdom."

Jemma rolled her eyes. "Of course you'd like that. I'm not naming her Sophia though. It's too popular and it's too soft."

"Well, it is increasingly popular." Reid mused. "What do you mean by 'too soft' though?"

"It's too pretty." Jemma said. "I just imagine some airhead teenager with a spray tan and about 30 pounds of makeup on when I hear it. It'll be the Jessica or Ashley of her generation."

"How can it be too pretty? We're having a baby girl, not a biker chick."

Jemma burst into laughter. "Darn, I was just going to say we call her Spike." she joked. "What about Scarlett?"

"Scarlett Amelia Louise Reid. Doesn't sound right." Reid protested. "Plus people would call her Scar."

"Alexa."

"Phoebe." Reid said. "It means bright and pure and it comes from Greek mythology."

"I was never a huge fan of Friends." Jemma said, Reid completely missing the reference. "What about..." she paused to yawn, "Watermelandrea?"

"Are you serious?" Reid asked. "Where did you find that one? I've never heard of it let alone know its meaning."

"Internet." Jemma yawned.

Reid looked at the clock and realized how late it was. They would need to get to sleep soon if they wanted to begin searching for a new apartment at a decent time the next day. "Bed?" he suggested.

Jemma nodded drowsily. "Alright, but I have a favour to ask." She shifted in Reid's arms to whisper in his ear.

Reid smiled and kissed her forehead. "Of course." he agreed.

A wide smile spread across Jemma's face. "Thanks, darlin'." she said, her accent coming through a little more than usual.

Reid had noticed since Jemma had moved in that her accent was slowly disappearing, but when she was tired it got thicker. He helped her off the couch and held her by the waist as they walked down the hallway to the bedroom. He thanked whatever stars had aligned to make him lucky enough to have such a perfect night with Jemma as he closed the bedroom door behind him and she began to clumsily undo the buttons of his shirt.

A/N: Yeah, fluffy, I know. Expect the next few chapters to be pretty fluffy. I'd feel like a horrible person if the baby was born into one of my terrible cliffhanger chapters. OK, I guess they won't be all fluff, but there will be some.

Oh, so Guy Meets Gal-veston is a real OPI nail colour. You can try on their colours on their website and I thought that one was so Jemma.

The name argument was fun for me to write because I've been having the name fight in my head since I decided Jemma would get pregnant. A couple mentioned here were ones that I'd chosen then changed my mind on. Watermelandrea is not one of them though. That's from a Youtube video that's actually pretty funny.

Also, as for the quote for this chapter, it doesn't seem very fitting, but I love Julian Casablancas. I also don't believe that he means happiness is common as in easily found for everyone. I'm pretty sure he means common as in shared with others and that's what this chapter is about. Jemma and Spencer both have their individual worries, insecurities, and problems, but they can be happy together when they work at things.

On a more serious note, I can't thank you all enough for sticking with this story. I recently went back to the start and re-read and was just blown away by how far this has come. I originally meant for this to be a pretty short story, like no more than 10 chapters, but after what happened to Jemma, I felt guilty ending the story where I did. A story is not a story without some character growth, so I decided to let both Jemma and Reid grow. I never intended for her to get pregnant either, but sometimes accidents happen (or there's a sadistic author controlling your life who makes "accidents" happen). The baby is part of Jemma's growth though. Everyone still has a way to go before this story is over though, and in a way, no story ever really ends. I was going to ask you all a question, but then I realized it gave away too much of the story, so I'll wait a while longer.

So, what do you think? Your reviews fuel my productivity, so click, click, click that review button! ...Please? *Sad puppy dog eyes*