When Penelope called me one day in early May to say that Spencer was in the hospital, it felt like the entire world had come to a halt. Anthrax poisoning. Apparently, my lovable, but clumsy genius had been careless enough to knock over a tube of it while he was searching a lab for information about a potential unsub and exposed himself to the spores. I didn't know much about Anthrax other than what I'd seen in movies and on TV shows, but even if that was dramatized, I knew it was dangerous and deadly, but I prayed with everything in me that it was curable.

Luckily, I was at the clinic attached to the hospital myself, just coming out of a check up, when Penelope called me so it was just a short sprint down the street to get to the entrance of the hospital. She'd texted me the room number and which wing he was in when we got off the phone so, slowing my speed just enough that I didn't knock down any other patients or worried family members, I headed straight there.

I burst into the room to find Spencer sitting up, awake, but groggy as Derek sat at his bedside with a half eaten cup of jello in his hand. Seeing Spencer looking so rough, covered in tubes and wires brought tears to my eyes as I stood in the doorway, gasping and covering my mouth at the sight.

"Looks like you're engaged to superwoman, Reid," Derek told his friend as he noticed me watching them. "I swear Penelope only called her about ten minutes ago."

"I had a doctor's appointment in the clinic at the other end of the hospital so I was nearby," I explained. "But why was I only called ten minutes ago when he's obviously been here for a while?"

"We didn't want to worry you until we knew what his condition was."

Derek shrugged like it was no big deal, but I had to fight back the urge to storm across the room and smack him.

"Well next time tell me as soon as my fiance is hospitalized, please," I huffed, moving into the room and to the side of Spencer's bed. "And why were you even messing around with anthrax, Spencer? It doesn't take a genius to know that stuff is dangerous!"

"I wasn't messing around with it," He croaked out, exchanging a suspicious look with Derek. "I was at a lab trying to find information about an unsub and I accidentally knocked over some test tube samples that they had out."

"Why would they even have those out?!" I questioned, amazed by the carelessness. "It's a very dangerous substance, surely scientists would know to be more careful!"

"Don't think the scientists were expecting the FBI to show up and start digging through their lab," Derek pointed out. "Even though it would have been nice for them to give us a heads up."

"You don't say," I rolled my eyes, my words dripping with sarcasm.

My attitude drew a chuckle from Spencer, but it was quickly followed by a cough.

"It's fine, Mickey," He assured me. "It was a bad situation, but I'm fine now. It's okay."

"It's not fine," I choked out, my tears back in full force. "It's not fine that you were exposed to anthrax, it's not fine that you're in the hospital, it's not fine that you almost sacrificed your life to save the country from some stupid serial killer, none of this is fine, Spencer!"

Spencer reached out for my hand as tears streamed down my cheeks and my chest heaved as I fought back sobs, his eyes widening at my reaction.

"Mikayla, I'm fine. I'm going to be perfectly okay in just a few days. Yes, it shouldn't have happened, but it's over now and I'm going to be fine. Why are you so-" Spencer stopped himself as his eyes narrowed like he was trying to figure something out. "What's the date?"

"May 10th," Derek answered, his confusion written all over his face.

But I knew where Spencer's thoughts were heading. He was figuring it out because, of course, Spencer Reid with his eidetic memory would keep track of my menstrual cycle.

"Mikayla, why were you at the doctor today?"

Derek was looking between us, still completely dumbfounded by the shift in our conversation, but I kept my eyes on Spencer as I sniffled quietly.

"Because I'm pregnant," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. I felt Spencer's grip tighten on my hand as Derek let out a low whistle, but when Spencer didn't comment, I started to ramble. "I just found out today, that's why I was at the clinic. I know it's not great timing with the wedding coming up and we were going to wait a while before we even thought about trying. I didn't plan it, I swear!"

I was crying again by the time I was done explaining myself and I heard Derek chuckle from the other side of the bed.

"Well it looks like the hormones have already kicked in," He teased. "I'll let you two have some alone time to talk this through."

I smiled through my tears at his very true comment as he walked out of the room.

"I don't think you planned it," Spencer assured me. "I'm just surprised. I thought you were on the pill."

"I was," I insisted, wiping my eyes. "I must've messed it up and forgotten a day or taken it late. I don't know, I'm surprised too."

"How far along are you?"

"I don't know," I confessed. "I made another appointment to get all the information next week. I was in shock and just wanted to leave and talk to you, but then Penny called as I was walking out."

"I see," Spencer nodded, obviously deep in his thoughts. "Are you...are you happy?"

I paused for a minute to think it over. I hadn't really had a chance to take any of it in since I rushed off to see Spencer as soon as I got the news, but after a moment of thought, I nodded my head.

"I am," I told him, smiling slightly as my hand that wasn't in Spencer's drifted to my stomach. "The more we talked about it, the more I've found myself wanting a baby, especially after we babysat Henry. Ideally, I would've waited until after the wedding, but it's still exciting to think about, having a little person of our own that we made together."

A grin slid onto Spencer's face as I spoke and relief flooded through me as I took it as a sign that he was pleased with the situation as well.

"We're going to have a baby," He said to me as if I hadn't just been the one to give him that information. "I'm going to be a dad."

He tugged on my hand to pull me down towards him so he could wrap his arms around me. I was tense as I felt the wires and tubes against my chest as I hugged him back which reminded me again why I was so upset by the situation I'd walked into.

"You are," I smiled, pulling away from him carefully. "That's why it's so important that you don't get hurt in the field. I know you didn't mean to poison yourself with anthrax and I know you do your best not to take unnecessary risks, but it's not just yourself or me that you have to think about now. There's going to be someone else waiting for you to come home soon and I can't do this by myself, Spencer. I only just finished being a train wreck, if you think I can raise a human being by myself then you're insane. It'll end up being one of those psychos you chase around the country if you get yourself killed and make me raise it by myself."

I was rambling again as I spiralled into the fear that was building in my chest at the thought of how close I came to losing Spencer without even being aware of it, but Spencer's chuckles pulled my out of my thoughts.

"I have no doubt that you would do just fine raising a baby by yourself," Spencer insisted. "But studies do show that having a positively involved father figure leads to a lower chance of smoking and reckless behaviour and leads to a better education and the ability to develop better friendships so I'll do my best to stick around."

"Thank you, I appreciate it," I smiled before leaning down to place a kiss on his lips. "Let's just hope this kid is a genius like it's dad and will practically raise it's self."

Spencer chuckled again, but was overcome by coughs this time so I reached for the water on the side table. He sipped it gratefully and as his coughs subsided, I could hear the familiar sound of the six inch heels Penelope loved to wear clicking on the floor of the hospital. The sound disappeared for just a moment before we heard her shriek.

"Mikayla is what?!"

"I think Derek spilled our secret," Spencer smiled as I cringed at the sound.

"That didn't take him long," I sighed. "Does the door to your room lock by any chance?"

"I'm not sure," He smirked. "But maybe if you hide under the bed she won't see you."

"I don't think it's possible to hide from Penelope Garcia at times like this," I pointed out earning another cough inducing laugh from Spencer.

I frowned with worry and helped him sip his water once again while we waited for the chaos that was sure to come when Penny got passed Derek and into our room. Moments later, it arrived.

"Is Derek pulling my leg?" Penelope asked, staring me down. "Are you actually pregnant or is this some strange joke to try to and lighten the mood?"

"I am actually pregnant," I confirmed. "I just found out today."

"Oh my god!" Penelope gasped, a grin on her face. "And how do we feel about this? Was it planned?"

"It wasn't planned," Spencer assured her before looking up at me with a soft smile on his face. "And I think the best way to describe how we feel would be cautiously optimistic."

"That sounds about right," I smiled back at him. "With a touch of scared shitless as well of course."

"I think everyone feels that on some level, but oh my god!" She repeated, her tone much more what I was expecting. High pitched and almost beyond human hearing capabilities. "This is so exciting!"

"It is," I agreed as she hurried around the bed to pull me into a hug.

"How far along are you? When are you due? How did it happen? What are you going to do about the wedding? When are you going to tell your parents?!"

The questions came out of her mouth so fast that my head was spinning by the time she paused to take a breath, but luckily Derek stepped in.

"Baby girl, give them some time," He laughed. "Mickey only just found out and Spencer's barely recovered from almost dying. I don't think they'll have the answer to any of those questions just yet."

"We don't," I agreed. "Honestly, I'm too exhausted to think about anything else at the moment. There's been too much drama for me to handle today."

Penelope leapt into action, pushing me around the bed towards the chair Derek had been sitting in when I first came in the room.

"Sit, sit," She insisted. "Do you need anything? Water? Juice? A snack?"

"This place has some wicked jello," Derek piped up. "I could track down a nurse to get you some."

I was about to open my mouth and protest that I was fine and did not need jello, but Spencer beat me to it.

"I want jello," He whined, glaring at Derek. "You ate all mine before I was even awake."

I laughed as Penelope spun around to glare at Derek as well.

"You ate a dying man's jello?" She scolded him as I cringed at the word dying and Spencer was quick to assure everyone that he was no where near death at any point, but we were both ignored. "That's low, you scoundrel. Go find enough jello for both of them before I smack that fine booty of yours for misbehaving."

Derek held his hands up in defence, but the smile stayed on his face.

"That wouldn't be much of a punishment, baby girl."

He shot her a quick wink before backing out of the room and heading off to find the promised jello, leaving me to deal with Penelope's questions and pestering as I wondered if I would make it through the next nine months without her driving me absolutely insane with her well intentioned fussing.


Note: I'm aware Spencer and Derek wouldn't have been able to tell Mickey what really happened and how Spencer was exposed to anthrax which is why they were vague and misleading about it. I know that's not how it really went down haha

But anyway, enjoy the little plot twist. Let me know your thoughts! I love all the comments, I appreciate it so much when you guys take a sec to give me some feedback or just let me know you're still reading :)