Spencer stood at in the little brake room part of the hallway Addison's floor had. It had two coffee makers and some containers with hot water so people could make tea. He didn't want anything to do with the tea so he went for the coffee. He pored about eight sugar packets and it still was too bitter. Addison almost never put sugar in hers, she says that it's the bitterness that wakes her up.

He had his phone out and was about to make the call to Agent Hotchner. Addison was sleeping, it took him about five minuets to untangle himself from her without waking her up. He sat down in a chair that was pressed against the wall and pulled his phone out. Part of him wanted to go home, shower and get a change of clothes but at the same time he didn't want to leave the hospital.

"SSA Hotchner." Aaron greeted on the phone.

"Um.. It's Spencer." He said into the phone. "I'm not going to be able to come into work today." He said, glancing down the hall to make sure no one was going in or out of her room. "I've been at the emergency all night."

"Is everything all right?"

"My….girlfriend she…they admitted her around two this morning." Spencer sighed and pressed the phone tighter to his ear. Both him and Addison always kind of hesitated when referring to each other as boyfriend and girlfriend. When Spencer met Addison she had been 14 and him 17. They didn't start out dating. He had just been giving her a place to stay. He had just been introduced to a whole world that he had only thought of as fiction. Addison had been the only direct line into all that new information and had a lot of answers for him, not to mention she had been injured. Spencer took care of her and didn't report her to the police and she answered all of his questions.

"Is she going to be okay?" Before Spencer could answer he noticed a doctor walk into Addison's room and not come back out. Spencer stood up and began moving his way towards him at a normal pace.

"They're still running some tests, we're not completely sure whats going on just yet. I have to go, her doctor is back. I'll be back in tomorrow hopefully." He said though he had a feeling that that wasn't going to work either but it would if Addison had any say in it.

"Take you're time. I hope things work out well." Spencer thanked him and hung up the phone just as he reached the room and walked inside. Addison was awake and pushing herself so she was sitting up. She yawned when she saw Spencer. The doctor was taking her blood pressure again and Spencer found it a little odd. Normally a nurse would be the one doing that. About a minuet later a nurse did come in the room pushing a large machine in front of her.

"Sorry to wake you." Doctor Evens told Addison, "I was only able to book the mobile machine for the next hour." Addison grunted.

"Don't worry about it." Spencer said for her and sat down in the chair next to her bed. She looked at him with that half asleep face that she often got in the mornings. The doctor wrote down the numbers he got from the cuff on a clipboard and handed it to the nurse.

He hooked up the machine and began to get it ready. He was asking her a bunch of questions that she was taking her time to answer. They gave her some more medication and she took them with a frown on her face. Spencer wasn't sure how he felt about the news of them having a baby. It was something that he never really thought about. He was trying to imagine himself as a father and he was coming up blank.

"Okay, looks like we're ready to get started." Addison pushed down the blanket and pulled up her shirt. They let her keep her clothes without changing into one of their gowns. "This is going to be cold." Doctor Evans said as he moved around the gel on her skin. She sighed and looked to Spencer. Everyone was quiet as he began working the wand over Addison's stomach and the shape of a baby began to take form on the screen.

Addison POV

Doctor Evans made a noise that didn't sound very comforting. I looked to Spencer and he too had a worrisome face. I looked between the two men and tired to understand what had them so unsettled. The picture on the screen looked like a normal kid, a normal blob of a kid. Spencer's hand was in mine I gripped it tightly to get his attention.

"What's going on? Both of you look like you're seeing something that you're not supposed to be seeing."

"It looks like you're farther along then I had originally thought."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I questioned, trying to sit up and Spencer pressed me back down.

"It looks like you're around 23, 24 weeks along." My eyes shot open to a width that I didn't even know was possible. 24 weeks? Isn't that more then haft way thought? I looked to Spencer and expected him to say that is wasn't possible, that I couldn't be that far into this. He didn't say anything to discredit the doctor and I could feel my heart began trying to burst out of my chest. I should had symptoms, why didn't I know? I voiced my concerns.

"Why…shouldn't I have had symptoms? Shouldn't I be showing? There I no way that I'm that pregnant." I laughed but it wasn't funny. It wasn't funny at all. Spencer squeezed my hand tightly as it he was trying to calm me do, he more then likely was.

"Its not common but it happens." He said, "that also means that it is preeclampsia."

"You say that like it's a good thing." My voice was more then strained.

"It means that we know what it is and we can treat it. They only way to cure it is for you to have the baby but we can keep it from progressing into anything else until the baby has a better chance of survival." Again he was talking like this was all good news. This is not good news. "If we can get your blood pressure down then we can release you" That was good news. I don't know what was said after that. I couldn't be a mom. How do you be a mom? Its not like someone was ever a mom to me. I had more then enough father figures in my life, but never any really maternal ones.

Spencer didn't really have any kind of parental. Gideon was the closes thing that Spencer has ever had to a parent. Sure he had his mother but she was too far gone mentally that he had to raise himself. It felt like ten years later the doctor was done and was leaving. I couldn't remember if I had said anything, I couldn't remember if Spencer said anything. Nurses came and gone since then but it felt like no time had passed but at the same time it felt like lifetimes. Spencer never left though.

He was their the entire time and he didn't say a word. Sometimes he would hold my hand, others his fingers would be running up and down the side of my face or he would other things like reading my medical chart over and over even though he memorized every word the first time. It wasn't until 6 at night that they decided to release me from the hospital. They made sure that I understood that I needed to take things extremely easy. I was to be on bed-rest as much as possible and should have my blood pressure checked twice a day every day. The doctor spoke to Spencer about the possibility of a nurse being able to come out and do just that and with the Semester being almost over Spencer mentioned something about me either taking less classes and only doing school part time or taking some time off completely.

Spencer drove us home at 9. It had taken them longer then I thought it should have to get everything in order. They prescribed me with some more blood pressure medication and gave me a list of foods I should stay away from and food that would be better. Spencer made sure that he covered every possible base that could every grace the field that I call my life. The second I made it into the door I made a beeline for our bed.

It was pressed against the far side of our room. Spencer had wanted to put it in the middle underneath one of the only windows in our dungeon of an apartment. It wasn't a large bed, it barely fit the two of us and Spencer feet hung off the edge. When we moved here both of us were going to school. Granted I hadn't even turned 18 yet, Spencer and I weren't that far apart in age, three years with a few months thrown in but we met at an age where people thought it was a little odd, anyway. Spencer and I didn't have very much money to spare on anything really, we still don't. He had sold his family house and we had to save that money for rent and other bills and he also wanted to use it for my college tuition. If only we had know that luggage wasn't the only thing we were bringing over from Veges.

I let myself fall into the bed, even though its small it's still one of the most comfortable beds I've ever slept in. I pushed myself closer to the wall so Spencer would have room to crawl in beside me.

"You're not even going to take off your shoes?" He asked. I could tell just by the way he was breathing that he was exhausted. I patted the sheets next to me. He had dropped his messenger bag onto the couch and had kicked his shoes off at the door. He slowly moved over to the bed but he didn't lay down.

He reached over and grabbed my flats off my feet before tossing them across the room. Next were the jean shorts that ended up were shoes did. After that he did lay down and ran his fingers over his face. He was almost half way off the bed and I pushed myself farther into the wall so he would have more room. He didn't take it.

I rolled up on my side and propped my head up with the palm of my hand. He had his eyes closed and was breathing in soft even breaths, almost like he was sleeping but I knew better. I reached over and grabbed his hand off his forehead and brought it over to me. I didn't pull on him hard but he rolled over towards me anyway.

I never liked seeing him like this. When he was considering putting his mother in a home he had thought through just about everything that could happen. Some of the things he brought up made me think that he was the one that needed to be put in a home. I could see it on his face in this very moment and it bothered me to a point. I will never fully believe that ignorance is bliss but I do sometimes feel that knowing to much can hurt just as much as not knowing.

"You were pregnant before I even started training." He said, his eyes still closed. I gave him a half smile.

"If we had found out before some people would have considered you a creep." He gave that comment the silence it deserved. "Spencer," My voice took on a more serious tone, "what are we going to do?" His eyes opened and I could tell that he wasn't sure himself. He could run the number and tell me more then likely down to the cent how much it would all cost. He could write up a budget that would get us though it on the economical front.

"We can make it work financially." He finally said after what felt like years, "don't worry about it." He added.

"I could get a-"

"You're not getting a job, you heard what they said. Its bed-rest for you until the baby is born." I haven't ever heard him tell me to do something like the way he did just now. Normally when Spencer wanted me to do something he would ask, he almost never outright told me to do something. He began to list what could happen is my 'condition' progressed anymore then it already was. I guess the only thing that was good about this was the fact that I was already half was though, go me!

"Spence." I said, forcing him to trail off on his rant. The two of us were to tired to get into anything to heavy. I licked my lip and let my head fall into the pillows. He didn't say anything but I felt his hands on my side. I closed my eyes as I said, "I know that we can do it money wise." Sighing, I let his arm move under me head and replace the pillow. "But, do either one of us know how to be parents? And I do not care how many books people publish on the subject, is it something that we can do?" He was thinking it over, he always thought everything over before he did it. It was the biggest difference between the two of us.

"Addison, we can learn."

"I don't know, I never had a mom." He knew it was a soft spot for me, I almost never brought her up without some sort of prompting. "What if my nightmares are some sort of sign?" I could see the disbelief on his face so I quickly added, "I didn't start having them again until right around the time I got pregnant. I know it could be due to the new living situation and it could be the guilt from running away but they stopped after you got me off drugs. I was, I was in a good place mentally for the most part and nothing really happened to push me back into that frame of mind." I found myself reaching for the blanket and Spencer ended up having to pull it over the both of us.

"Have you been thinking about relapsing?"

"I….don't know really but the want is there. Every time I wake up from a nightmare all I can think about is cracking open a bottle of Jack." My voice kind of cracked near the end. "But now I….I wont." I took a deep breath and forced myself to think about the consequences those actions could cause. I hated doing it, especially when I went into almost everything without thinking it through.

"Addison, I'm here to help you." He said, "I want to help you. But I can't help you if you don't want to help yourself. You have made tremendous progress in the last few years. Addiction isn't something you should expect to recover from overnight. In some of the books I read people were sill have cravings decades after giving it up." That's another thing about Spencer, he never took peoples emotions in mind and he never thought to sugarcoat anything. In fact, I'm the only person that he attempted to keep my thoughts and feelings in mind. So he didn't even take my finch at the thought of going though this hell for the rest of my life.

"I know." I sighed as I said it and closed my eyes. "I just don't think I'm ready for a baby. I don't think I can handle the responsibility."

"I think you are. Addison, the fact that you are admitting the fact that you might not be prepared for it shows just how mature you've become. The Addison I met almost four years ago would have charged into this without another thought." I knew he was right and I knew that I wasn't the same person that ran away from my family. I wasn't the same depressed 13 year old that thought about killing myself in the bathroom for my older brothers and father to find. I was an adult now, or at least not as childish. "Maybe you should contact your family…."

"No. You said I should avoid stressful situations and that would be asking for some kind of emotional breakdown." I shook my head and moved myself so I had my head pressed into the crook of his arm. "I don't want to go back to that time of my life. This is our time, our time together and I don't want to turn back into the emotionless thing I was back then and it wasn't their fault….and I hate myself for doing what I did but I couldn't…."

"You don't have to explain yourself to me." He said into my hair. "Go to sleep."

"But."

"Go to sleep Addison!"

The next morning I woke up to the sound of Spencer's phone ringing but at the time I couldn't tell it from mine so I reached up and grabbed it off our only bedside table. Turns out it wasn't ringing but he got a text message. It said something about a case and him needing to be in by 7 it also had local thrown in their somewhere. I was too tired to really make any sense of it without either a large cut of coffee or a good hour of waking up. I shook Spencer and the second his eyes were opened I shoved the phone into his chest before turning around and falling back asleep.

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