~BEXLEY POV~

I quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom as fast as I could. I didn't get the chance to close the door before I was violently sick in the toilet. I placed my hand over my stomach and reminded myself not to curse at my four month along baby. I let my other hand hold onto the toilet as I continued to puke. I was four months along and JJ had recently told me that I'd been sick more with this baby in four months than she was sick with both of her children, something that wasn't comforting.

I felt hands come behind me and was grateful that Spencer pulled my hair away from my face. I didn't really feel like cleaning the puke out of my hair this morning but both of my hands were currently occupied. I had given up on pulling him away after the sixth time I'd gotten sick. I'd found that it was a lot easier to let him pull my hair back than try to argue with my face in the toilet.

The males of the B.A.U. had found that story quite humorous. Penelope had given me a look of sympathy while JJ offered ways to help with the nausea, none that had been successful yet. Eleanor had told me a few times that the best thing that I could probably do was just let my body have it's way and face the fact that I was going to be sick for my entire pregnancy.

I finally was able to get my face out of the toilet and flushed the toilet before moving to the sink to give my teeth a thorough brushing. I rinsed my mouth out and as I grabbed the towel to wipe my face, I couldn't help but pray that this would pass. Spencer had stayed completely quiet as I'd thrown up and brushed my teeth, which caused me to turn around to make sure he was still there.

"That was attractive." I mumbled and he smiled before hugging me. I couldn't help but notice the little bit of shadow on his face. He'd had to grow accustomed to not shaving as often because we'd found that the smell of his aftershave made me extremely sick. He now shaved when I wouldn't be around for a couple of hours.

He rubbed my back gently as he said "It'll be over in a little less than five moths, love. Then I can shave and you can keep down a meal."

I nuzzled my face in closer to his chest before saying "I miss the smell of your aftershave."

He leaned his face into my hair and I could feel his anxiousness despite his body's calm state and his quiet attitude. He was nervous and excited at the same time. It was hard to figure out which one he was more of.

I leaned my head up to look at him and he smiled before leaning down to press his lips to mine. I was extremely glad that I'd brushed my teeth just moments ago because missing his kiss would have been a disappointment.

Our kiss started heating up a bit and I couldn't help the laugh that escaped when he tangled one of his hands in my hair and the other on my baby bump. I wrapped my arms around his neck before breaking the kiss and staring into his beautiful brown eyes.

"You know we could just stay here and continue this." I said with what I hoped was a seductive smile.

He leaned forward and leaned in to press his lips to mine quickly before saying "You just don't want to hear you were wrong about the baby's gender."

He then walked back to our bedroom before grabbing some clothes and getting ready. I laughed before saying "No, Sloane was right about Amadeus being a boy. I am more terrified of the fact that this is going to decide what the name of our baby is."

He laughed before saying "You've strongly disliked all of the names I suggested. I think you are on your own with this one, love."

He kissed me on the forehead as I said "I don't hate them. I just don't want our child's name to be something ordinary. I want her name to mean something."

"Or his." Spencer added as he started brushing his teeth. He looked back at me and said "Are you wearing your pajamas to the doctor's office?"

I looked down at my clothes and then couldn't stop myself before saying "I was thinking about it."

He raised an eyebrow at me before going back to brushing his teeth. As I searched through my clothes to find something to wear for the day, I couldn't help but think back to when Sloane gave birth to Amadeus.

I'd never heard her cuss Tyler quite so much and it was also shocking to hear her say that if he got her pregnant again, she would divorce him so fast his head would spin and he'd be knocked on his ass before he realized what happened.

I placed my hand over my baby bump and hoped that I wasn't quite that crazy. True enough, Sloane and Tyler seemed to love each other more now than before their baby came screaming into this world but I didn't want to scream through my entire delivery. Sloane was a strong person and she'd screamed the whole time, which made me a little nervous about my own delivery.

I finally decided on a cream colored t-shirt and my pregnancy jeans that I kept having to keep from cringing at. They would have been cute save all the beading on the pockets but I wasn't going to be picky. Eleanor had taken it upon herself to buy me every maternity outfit I now owned. The original plan was to wear plain clothes or Sloane's old pregnancy outfits but I had kept that my own secret to keep from hurting Eleanor's feelings.

Spencer's arms wrapped around me from behind and he laid his hands over my baby bump. I put my hands over his and couldn't help but notice the engagement ring on my finger as well. It wasn't flashy but it seemed to draw my attention to it.

"We're going to be late." Spencer said and I laughed at the thought of it. I was late for nearly everything anymore.

I turned around and grabbed his hand before walking out of our apartment and saying "I promise, I won't be late for our wedding. The rehearsal is a different story however."

His laughter was like the most beautiful music or like finding your favorite book in a place you would least expect it. It was good to hear his laugh but the more I heard it, the more I came to the realization that I would never get tired of it.

When we finally arrived at the doctor's office, the nervousness had finally found it's way into my system and I found myself question my abilities. I was nervous about being a mom and I just hoped that I would be a good one.

I wasn't paying any attention to what the nurse was saying so the cold gel on my stomach was an enormous shock. So much so, that my leg rose up from where it was and had Spencer not had a hand on it, I may very well have broken something.

I watched as she pointed on the screen to the baby's arms and legs before she finally smiled and said "Would you like to know the gender of the baby?"

Spencer leaned down to my side and grabbed my hand before saying "Yes."

She looked back at the picture and said "Congratulations, it's a little girl."

Spencer's smile was enough to make my heart skip a beat in that moment. I'd never seen him so happy and it was a relief to see. I'd had worries that if the baby was a girl, he'd have been disappointed. Looking at him now, I realized that I had been so incredibly wrong.

I squeezed his hand and he took his eyes away from the screen to kiss me softly. He put his hands on my face and twirled a piece of my hair around his finger before saying "We're having a baby girl."

"Yes, we are." I said as I kissed him again.

***So I'm alive! I had to get a new computer due to financial issues but wrote a new chapter as soon as I got the chance. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and it looks like Bexley and Spencer will be raising a baby girl. R&R and I'll try to update soon. Thank you for reading.