Chapter 56

I'm sorry that she's been pregnant forever and doesn't stop but it'll be over in a few chapters ;) Hope you like it anyway, tell me what you think.

"I possess so much but my love for her absorbs it all. I possess so much but without her, I have nothing."
-Johann Wolfgang Goethe

The fever was even higher than in the evening. Even lifting my chest to breathe hurt. I had already texted Hotch the night before but now that I was sure I decided to call him anyway. "Hey, it's me. I'm really sorry but I can barely get up to go to the bathroom." I coughed to prove my point.
"Don't worry about it. We can do this ourselves. Just focus on getting better and take all the time you need." He said professionally.
"Thank you."
"Don't even think about taking any medication and if you can't come back to work at all then so be it, do you understand me?" He made it sound like a threat.
I laughed a little, feeling immediate pain in every single muscle of my body. "Yes but I promise I'll be fit again by next week."
"Sleep well." He hung up.
I threw my head on the pillow (carefully) and stared at the white ceiling again. "I got 8 whole weeks and now I'm back here again." I sighed to myself. Ok, technically I wasn't back here cause I was in a different bed, in a different house, in a different country, in a different state and so on, only this time I wasn't bored to death but totally exhausted from doing nothing.
I was ready to sleep again when a nicely cold hand got pressed against my forehead. I slowly opened my eyes, knowing it would be Will who just came out of the bathroom.
"Guess someone's staying in bed today."
"I'm dying." I moaned.
"I hope not. Do you want me to stay here?" Yes.
"No. You have to do this shift it's your punishment for last time when you just decided to come to DC for an entire week. Now go to work. Don't worry about me."
"Do you want me to drive you anywhere?" Yes.
"Don't-"
"-You know I'll worry anyway." He leaned his head down but I put my hand on his lips.
"I'll only infect you."
"I got nothing to lose then." He took my hand and kissed me quickly.

I took a little nap until I felt strong enough to get up and drive a car, although Will had strictly forbidden me to. I was surprised myself that I made it to my destination and back without a scratch. It must have been a little miracle because as I waddled back in the house I could barely get up the stairs.
When I came back from the doctor's, I took the first pill he had given me and went straight back to bed, hoping the pressure in my head would get a little better if I lay down. It did.
The slamming of a door woke me up.
"Hello?" I called. Footsteps came closer.
Someone walked up the stairs and I wondered how long it would take me to get to my gun which was laying on a desk across the room.
Whatever I had expected, I can't say I was surprised when Will's familiar blue eyes peeked around the corner.
"Naughty boy. I thought you couldn't get any time off?" My face lit up and I instantly felt a lot better.
"My baby's sick. I told my boss I was going anyway he might as well grant it." His boss must have been so pissed off.
"Your baby's perfectly healthy." I reassured him.
"My other baby." He kissed my cheek, taking his shoes off.
"You didn't have to do that."
"I know."
"But now that you're here, can you get my bag over there?"
He put it down in front of me. I searched through it until I had found what I was looking for. The little white piece of carton with a half pitch black picture on it. "That's his left foot." I told him proudly.
"Aww." Will stroked the material with his thumb. "I will overlook the fact that you're obviously insane for driving in your condition because that might just be the cutest left foot I've ever seen." He smiled.
"I second this."
Suddenly he got up and left the room. I had no idea what he was up to but waited patiently while he did what sounded like rummage through boxes until he returned with something wooden in his hand. As he came closer I realized what it was; a picture frame. He removed the picture of his two dogs that he'd told me about a long time ago but I'd never noticed the picture before. It didn't seem too important to him because he comically threw it in a corner and replaced it with the new one.
"You're supposed to pack not unpack." I laughed.
He put it on the nightstand, one of the three pieces of furniture that were left in what felt like the entire house, apart from the kitchen which the new renters had agreed to keep.
"That's totally worth the five seconds it will take me to put this back." He moved the blanket aside and got into bed next to me. "Just remember why you're doing all of this."
I clinged my hands to his chest, realizing how cold my hands had been. I knew what I was doing this for, I never lost sight of it and I knew it shouldn't bother me to look at all these beautiful 9 months pregnant super skinny models and their glowing faces but it did and Will's immense support only helped partly.
"Promise me to go to and stay at work tomorrow."
"Deal."
I felt bad that he took so much time off because of me but I sure was glad that he was there and arguing about it helped neither of us anyway so why not take advantage of it. "Good." I closed my eyes and turned my body away from him, the only position in which I could kind of sleep, feeling his arm being wrapped around my waist until he put his hand on my belly as I fell asleep.

"Honey." I whispered.
"Mhm." He didn't open his eyes.
"I have a problem."
"What is it." He knew better than to ask whether I needed a doctor. It was like the boy who screamed wolf and after he'd almost carried me to the ER so many times in the past months, he trusted me to make it clearer when I actually had a problem.
"I need cheetos."
"Go get them."
"I'm not supposed to leave the bed."
He mourned as he pulled the blanket aside and sat up. "Where do I have cheetos?" He looked at the clock. It was 3am.
"You don't."
"Are you kidding me?" He was half awake by now.
"You knocked me up, that's the least you can do for me." I pleaded.
"I'm getting really tired of this excuse." He winked at me while putting his shirt on.
"That's not gonna keep me from using it."
"The nearest shop is like 5 blocks away." He grabbed his phone.
"Don't do it for me. Do it for him."
"Ok." He slipped into a pair of jeans although it was way too hot for them outside. "But just for the record:" He walked around the bed. "I would have done it for you too." He kissed my cheek and sleepily walked away.

"God bless America and supermarkets that are open 24/7" I cheered when I heard his flip flops in the hallway.
"Since when do you even like Cheetos?" He threw the packet on the bed and quickly got undressed again.
I started stuffing them in my mouth. "I don't even know, I suppose since I started eating ice cream with bacon and gummy-bears, if you know what I mean."
"I see. Have you considered writing a book about all the pregnancy clichés you fulfilled?" He sighed and closed his eyes.
"I didn't expect that either." I agreed, trying to stuff one between his closed lips.
"Ew." He licked the flavoring from his mouth.
"Oh come on, you can't sleep now." I begged.
"I have to go to work tomorrow, I think I can."
I chewed extra loudly but he wasn't bothered, snoring peacefully until my headache burned my brain enough for me to fall in a feverish sleep.

I was feeling completely healthy again after only 3 days, really annoyed that those attacks of bedrest always came out of nowhere but also grateful that they never lasted really long, I'd read about women that spent their entire third trimester lying in down in which case I would have without a doubt gone insane.
It was Wednesday and I knew I'd be back in the city by Friday. For the very last time. For now anyway.