Disclaimer: See my profile.
A/n thanks again to all who continue to support this story by reviewing, adding it to your favorites or following.
Reid's leg jiggled up and down as he waited impatiently for JJ's name to be called in the doctor's office. He failed to notice a young woman sitting across the room who stared at him with undisguised curiosity. JJ noticed and reached over to tap Reid on the arm. "Spence, calm down."
He looked up from the book he attempted to read and saw that his wife studied him with twinkling eyes. She motioned with her head in the direction of the woman that watched him. The woman didn't look pregnant but neither did JJ at this point in gestation. He smiled politely and forced himself to calm down and sit quietly with his book.
Another couple entered the waiting area and he noticed that the woman looked to be nearly full term. He glanced back at JJ and began to imagine what she'd look like at the end of her pregnancy. He decided that she'd be beautiful to him no matter how her body changed because she had an inner light that only increased with her happiness of having a child.
"What are you thinking," JJ asked quietly.
"I was trying to imagine what you're going to look like in the last trimester."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You want to die," she said through clenched teeth.
"No, I mean I was thinking that you're beautiful no matter how your body might change."
She studied him and almost laughed when his face began to go pink in the cheeks. "I'm not sure if I should be mad or happy with that explanation."
"I mean It."
"I see that you do."
A woman with greying blonde hair called out JJ's name before he could speak, which made him very happy. JJ stood and tugged him to his feet. "Come on, it's time to know for sure."
He followed her to the nurse. "Hi Janet, this is my husband, Dr. Spencer Reid."
"Hello," Janet greeted, and they followed her through the door to a small alcove where JJ sat, and Janet wrapped a blood pressure cuff around her arm. "I'm glad to finally meet you. JJ talks about you at every physical."
"I do not," JJ insisted.
"Watch it," Janet said and winked at Reid. "I need an accurate blood pressure reading."
JJ sat back and ignored her husband and the nurse until Janet announced her readings, and then it was time to be weighed. "I see you're here for a pregnancy test."
"Yeah," JJ grinned at Reid who smiled back.
"Then it's time for you to go to the lab and give us a blood sample. Dr. Reid, do you want to stay with her or go to the exam room?"
"No, I'll stay with Jennifer."
CMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCM
JJ reached for Reid's hand when her OB Dr. Wilma Samuels entered the room, fifteen minutes later. "Hello, Jennifer, how are you?"
"I'm fine but nervous."
"I don't have the results yet, but I will by the end of the day. Let's talk about your symptoms. Is your cycle late?"
"Yes, five days."
"Any morning sickness?"
"Yes, for the last week."
"Have you noticed any spotting or implantation bleeding?"
"No."
"Many women don't notice implantation bleeding," Reid blurted out then went bright red when Dr. Samuels grinned at him. "Sorry."
"No problem."
"He reads a lot," JJ said by way of explanation.
"I see, well what about fatigue and swollen or tender breasts?"
"Yeah, a little of both."
"Any backaches or headaches?"
"No."
"How about unusual food cravings or mood changes."
"Not yet," JJ said.
"Okay. Jennifer, based on your symptoms, I think it is likely that you are pregnant, but we need to wait for the test to confirm. I assume you did a pregnancy test at home."
"It's more likely to see a false negative than a false positive," Reid put in, helpfully.
"Your husband is correct, but we'll wait and see."
"Thank you for seeing me so quickly, Wilma."
"You're welcome," said the doctor. "Just to be certain we find a slot for you, why don't you make a follow-up appointment in a week. If it's positive then you'll be ready for the next steps, if not you can cancel."
"Thank you again."
"It was nice to meet you, Dr. Reid."
"Call me Spencer, please."
"I will and you can call me Wilma. All my patients do."
"Thank you, I will."
CMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCM
"So," JJ said four hours later when they were alone in her office. "You okay."
"I'm just anxious to find out for sure," he said and fidgeted with the sleeve of his grey sweater.
"Yeah, so am I."
Her phone buzzed on her desk two minutes later, she looked at Spencer and he smiled for her. "Answer it," he said, gently.
She picked up the phone and said. "Agent Jareau. Oh, hi Janet. Yeah. Really. Yes, thank you. Thank you, bye."
She dropped her phone and jumped into his arms. "It's official," she cried out. "I'm pregnant. Janet said about six weeks."
"Oh, Jennifer," he said and kissed her until he couldn't draw breath. "Thank you," he whispered and laid a gentle hand on her belly. "I knew you were there," he said
"I knew it, too," she agreed. "We're going to be parents."
"I love you, Jennifer Jareau Reid."
"I love you, Spencer Reid."
"So," he said as they made their way to JJ's car half an hour later. "Do you want to tell the rest of the team?"
"No, but I think we should inform Hotch. I want to wait to tell the others until I'm past my first trimester."
"I agree," he said and shivered in the cold January air.
"Come on, let's get to the car and we'll celebrate at the "Indian Pearl."
He grinned at her as they climbed into the vehicle and out of the early winter night. Darkness had laid its claims to the world again, but soon the sun would chase away the night as it did with the coming of every morning. Until it did, he'd stay warm by holding onto JJ and their baby with every ounce of his love.
CMCMCMCMCMCMCMCMCM
"Do you want to tell your mom," JJ asked a few days later when they were enjoying a quiet Sunday afternoon in their living room.
He was composing a letter to his mother and had paused to think about his next paragraph. He looked up at her and sighed. "Sometimes you amaze me with how well you can read me."
"Living with one of the best profilers in the world rubs off on a girl," she quipped.
"I was thinking if I should tell her or wait until we tell the team. I – well I guess I'm a little afraid – sorry, I didn't mean to say that –"
"Babe, don't apologize for your fears. I was thinking yesterday about calling my mom and then I thought what if something happens before I'm in my second trimester. Then I was so mad at myself for thinking such a thing."
"Why?" he slid over from where he'd been reading and tugged her close.
"Because I don't want my thoughts to become reality, Spence."
"Jennifer, you're not going to cause a miscarriage just by thinking of all the things that could go wrong. Believe me, the moment you told me that you could be pregnant every birth defect I've researched flashed into my head and for once I wished I didn't read a lot."
She chuckled a little and lay her head on his shoulder. She covered his hand with her hands when he touched her belly. "I'm glad you read as much as you do, Spence. It's comforting in a weird way."
He grinned at her and said to the baby. "Your mother is a master of backhanded compliments."
"Your father better watch his step, little one or I might have to kick his ass."
"Don't hurt me," he said. "I promise not to annoy the pregnant lady."
"You have a cute ass, Spence. It'd be a shame to kick it."
"I'm glad to discover you still have a sense of humor."
"What would I do without you?"
"You'll never have to know because I'm not going anywhere, Mrs. Reid."
They sat together in a contented silence until he asked. "You going to tell your mother."
"No, not now. I agree with you to wait until we pass the first trimester. Mom will understand and she'll be thrilled when we do tell her."
"What do you think that other's will say," he wondered as he brushed his fingers through her hair.
"I think you're in for several weeks of jokes from Morgan about your, "prowess," in the bedroom."
"I think you're correct, unfortunately."
"Hey, you know that Garcia will want intimate details and Emily will try to tell her to stop, but it's all an act because she'll want to know just as badly as Penelope. Rossi will congratulate us and then step back from it all."
"So, what do we do."
"I think we weather the storm, and if they become too intrusive or mouthy, we'll kill them and hide the bodies."
He threw back his head and laughed. "Oh, Jen, thank you for the laugh," he managed to say after several minutes.
"I wasn't kidding," she said, but she grinned at him and he shook his head. "Remind me never to make you angry."
"You better not," she said and kissed him. "I don't want to hurt the father of my baby."
"That's a relief."
She cuddled into his side and sighed with happiness. The day was ending, but she had everything she wanted or needed right there in one small room.
CMCMCMCMCMCM
JJ tapped on Hotch's door early the next morning. "Hey, can we talk to you?" She asked and stepped inside with Reid trailing after her.
"Of course, shut the door."
Hotch watched them as they entered and nearly smiled at the way they looked at each other with such love. For a minute, he remembered Hayley and the love he'd once seen in her eyes. Pain, still fresh and deep in his heart tried to rise to the surface, but he forced it back into that place in his head meant only for her.
"What can I do for you?"
"Um, we have something to tell you. JJ," Reid said to his wife.
"I'm pregnant."
"That's wonderful," Hotch said and a smile that felt so unfamiliar at work lit up his eyes and changed his entire aspect.
"Thank you, Hotch," Reid said.
"Yes, thank you," JJ said. "Um, we'd like to keep this to ourselves for a few weeks, just until I make it past my first trimester."
"Understood," Hotch said. "May I ask when you're due?"
"In September. We don't have an exact date yet. We'll know more at the first ultrasound in about four weeks."
"Please let me know if there is anything I can do and when you have to stop flying."
"We will, thank you again, Hotch."
"You're welcome and congratulations."
"Thanks."
Hotch watched them leave and he sat back in his chair. The memory of Hayley telling him Jack was on the way burst into his mind and he couldn't stop a tear from sliding down his cheek. He hastily wiped it away and forced his attention back to work.