Chapter 1: The End of the Beginning..

Oh no. No, no, no.

This could not be happening. Those were the only coherent thoughts running through Spencer's mind. It's like his mind was frozen, there were thoughts missing and a frantic feeling that had his heart racing.

All because of a piece of plastic with a digitalized screen that seemed to be screaming the word "Pregnant" at him rather than just displaying it. He was gripping onto this overly priced contraption so hard, he feared it may break; It may shatter like his heart was right now. As he stood next to the sink in their small master bathroom, his eyes shifted from the test in his hand to the pile of tests on the counter. A total of seven tests with multiple dye colors and brands, all positive. It was far too early in the morning for such emotional turmoil, his loving husband was most likely still out for his morning run. His love would come in, an overly sweetened cup of coffee in hand, ready to have to convince Spencer that getting up for work is the right thing to do. Instead he was bound to find Spencer exactly as he is now clutching a test in one hand and holding onto the sink's counter with the other, shaking with a sob ready to bubble up his throat. Spencer was clad only in a pair of PSD boxers with SpongeBob's face scattered all over them. Spencer couldn't control the tears running down his face.

It wouldn't be the first time he'd been found taking a pregnancy test in the morning. He frequented the experience at least once a month. With his testosterone causing his cycles to be infrequent, he figured it was safe to take the test to be sure. He was AFAB after all, he just never expected this result. They were always safe, on top of that he'd been on testosterone so long, he'd been told he'd need to see a specialist if he wanted to ever have children naturally. The studies they showed him seemed to all back their theory up. Although Spencer had transitioned years prior, he chose not to get the bottom surgery as of yet. Taking the minimum six weeks off of work or school for the procedure alone didn't ever seem feasible, let alone the cost while trying to cover Bennington for his mother as well. His loving husband had been offering to help pay for it since they got together if it meant making Spencer feel better, but Spencer felt no less a man with a vagina then he felt he would with a penis. Maybe it was something with his scientific mind, but he knew enough facts that gender was more fluid then most would let themselves understand. So, when his voice deepened, he acquired a sharper jawline as well as the ability to grow a beard, it didn't bother him too much. He "passed" in public. In fact, the only people currently that knew he was AFAB would be the ones in his household, his mother, his deranged father and Rossi. JJ, Emily, Morgan, Garcia, they all didn't know any better. He is a man. He was always a boy, and will always be a man. Transitioning once he turned 19 was the best choice he ever made for himself.

That would all be changing now. He doesn't know what would happen, should he keep the child? Abort? Everyone close to him would have to know if he carried out the pregnancy. This was all a bit too much. The sobs finally started and he fell to the ground. Unable to control the pained whine that escaped his throat. Rocking slightly and banging his fist holing the test against his thigh, he knew the test would bruise or even cut him, but he couldn't stop.

"Papa?" Jerking his head up, he looked into the eyes of his step son. His son. The four year old had been through so much in a short time frame, yet had accepted him into his life without a second thought.

"Papa, 'kay?" Jack was staring with a look completely inherited by his father, one serious with slight worried undertones. His brow was creased and his lips were slightly downturned at the edges.

Taking a deep breath, trying to stifle his sobs, all Spencer was able to get out was an "Papa okay." The fear of worrying his current baby was helping to distract him from the thought of his future baby. Future baby? Apparently his subconscious thoughts were ahead of his decisions right now. His breathing had calmed enough after a minute or so for him to be able to get out a sentence. "Papa's okay, baby. Is daddy back yet?"

"Daddy back!" Jack had cheered and nodded his head faster then what should be possible. "Jack'll go get daddy!" Jack scurried away out the bathroom, he heard his bedroom door creak then the sound of small feet running on hardwood. A faint exclamation of "DADDY!" was what he heard before his husband's monotone voice was responding.

Spencer managed to chuckle a bit at Jack's speech. He was a bit behind, however they weren't too worried about it at the time.

"What about Papa, buddy where is he?" He heard Aaron ask his son as they stepped into the bedroom.

"Papa sad, daddy! Come fix 'em."

Aaron chuckled, "I'll try buddy. Is he in the bathroom?"

Aaron was able to answer his own question by rounding the corner to the attached bathroom. Was Spencer ready for this? I guess his body wasn't giving him much of a choice. He couldn't force himself to move. To get off the floor, to hide the tests. Hell, he barely got himself under control to do much other then breath and not sob out.

Aaron quickly assessed the situation, eyes darting from Spencer, to the test in his hand, to the counter with the pile of tests. He could hear Jack bouncing behind him, obviously happy that "Daddy was going to fix Papa". As much as both Aaron and Spencer hated the term "fix" in regards to really any issue that wasn't a broken toy or computer, it was the easiest way they found to explain that Aaron was calming Spencer down or helping Spencer understand what he needed to feel better.

Aaron knew he needed a way to distract Jack and see what's going on, although he had a strong feeling he already knew. "Jack, buddy, why don't you go to the living room and watch TV? I think I left Dinosaur Train on for you."

"DINO T'AIN! K' daddy! Mwauh papa! Feel gooder again!" Jack had blown a kiss to Spencer then shot off like a rocket out of the room towards the living room. Nothing could stand in the way of that child watching dinosaurs in any form on the TV.

Spencer stared at Aaron with a tear streaked face, a shaky hand raised to hold out the test. Aaron sat down in front of him, grabbing the test as he did so. Aaron took a look at the test, seeing the positive result, it took all he had not to start smiling and cheering.

"I-I just was testing like I normally do. I didn't think that- that. I don't know how. I don't- I just can't."

"Hey, hey, hey. Breathe, baby. We always knew there would be the slightest chance. We'll take this one step at a time. I promise, I'm here for you. If I thought it would be appropriate,
I'd be cheering right now. I'd be kissing you senseless and taking you to bed in celebration. If you don't want this, now or ever, that's okay too."

"I don't know what I want right now. Can we compromise somewhere between celebration and comfort?"

"Of course. Let's go to the bed and lie down. We'll start with cuddles and go from there." Aaron promptly got up, placing the test on the counter. He held his hands out, smiling as as Spencer grabbed them. He pulled slightly, getting Spencer off the floor. He placed his hand onto his back and guided him out to the bedroom. Pulling the covers back, he let Spencer slide in first. As he got in, Spencer immediately snuggled into his side. Wrapping an arm around his love, he couldn't help think about what this could mean. Whereas Spencer's thoughts were panicked about things that meant the end, Aaron couldn't help but think that this could be just the ending to the beginning. Their story was unfolding and he couldn't wait for this new chapter.

Please note: These aren't being BETA'd or really edited by anyone but myself for now. I'm also cisgendered, so I really hope I'm not being inaccurate or offensive. I'm a fan of MPREG, however I wanted it to be a bit more realistic. The story won't center much around this fact, except for some small scenes with anxieties/dysphoria that may be touched on a bit to keep it a bit more realistic, as well as any intimate scenes that may occur. This is the first story I've written in years, so please go easy on me. Eventually I may either post to AO3 as well or merge to that platform only.