By this time, the entire BAU team was in the waiting room.
"Oh my God! This is SO exciting!" Garcia squealed. She was pacing up and down the length of the waiting room.
"Garcia would you calm down?" Morgan yelled.
"What do you think is taking so long?" Garcia asked.
"It took me fifteen hours to give birth to Henry, and that was just one baby…" JJ pointed out. "And Maeve is carrying twins…"
"Well yeah but it's been ten hours already and so far there's no news at all!"
"No news can be good news…"
"What if it's not? What if something's going wrong in there?"
"Babygirl…isn't Reid supposed to be the one freaking out?"
"Oh he probably is…but I'm freaking out too!"
Another eight hours later, the second baby, the boy… was finally born, he was noticeably bigger than his sister but not by much. They were both tiny… the girl was just fourteen inches long and four pounds, four ounces in weight, her brother was fifteen inches long and four and a half pounds. But this, considering that they were twins and born roughly three and a half weeks early, was not unusual and they were completely healthy otherwise.
Maeve was completely exhausted, strung out both emotionally and physically…and yet she couldn't be happier…
"I didn't hurt you did I?" she asked, turning her head to look up at Spencer.
"No…"
"Are you sure…?"
"Well it hurt when it happened but…not anymore…so you probably didn't break anything…"
"Good…I heard something crack and I was afraid I broke your hand…"
"That was all my knuckles popping at once…"
Finally, the little girl was brought back and given to her father, while Maeve fed her son…
He couldn't believe how tiny she was, how…adorable…she was so small, and helpless, and vulnerable, and yet already full of life. There was an indescribable spark in those green eyes that were so like her mother's. He just wanted to stay there, holding her forever…
Nana Penny, who had been in the room filming the whole thing was now busy taking pictures of the happy little family.
Maeve looked up at Spencer holding their, as of yet, unnamed daughter and smiled exhaustedly.
"Oh yeah…you are definitely Daddy's little girl aren't you?" she asked the tiny baby.
The newborn cooed innocently in her father's arms as he held her close against his body for warmth.
At this, Nana put the camera down and her smile widened. "Honey you have no idea… his mom had my late husband of puppet strings, all she ever had to do was look at him the right way and anything she wanted was hers… because all that stuff about little girls having their daddies wrapped around their little fingers…absolutely true…and it starts right now…" she said.
"I guess…" Maeve agreed
"What are you going to name them?" Nana asked.
"Well… her name is Evina Dianna Reid," Maeve said, nodding up at her daughter, "And this little guy…" she continued, lifting her son a few inches off of her lap, "Is Conan Doyle Reid… I wanted to name him Spencer Jr… but he wouldn't let me…"
"We're not naming him after me… I don't deserve it…" Spencer said.
"Since when?!" both women asked in unison.
"Since forever…" he answered.
"Don't be ridiculous."