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"Do we have to go?" Spencer whines.

"Yes pretty boy, I promised my mama we would go for Thanksgiving," Derek replies for the tenth time.

"But I don't want," Spencer mumbles.

"Pretty we have to go before you're not allowed to fly anymore," Derek soothes.

"…No I mean I don't want to go to Vegas after…don't get me wrong I want to see my mom and all but," Spencer begins.

"I know but remember that when we come back I'll have a surprise for you," Derek grins.

"You're unfair," Spencer folds his arms.

"Yeah complain all you want but you still love me," Derek pulls him into a hug.

"…I do and I seriously don't know why," Spencer smiles.

"There we go. I love that smile of yours," Derek whispers.

"…You win," Spencer sighs defeated.

"Alright then let's continue packing," Derek says.


"Oh my goodness! Spencer! Derek!" Fran greets at the door.

"Hey mama," Derek smiles slightly.

"Hey baby boy!" She hugs him tight.

"Spence?" Derek looks at the lithe man.

"H-hello Mrs. Morgan," Spencer waves shyly.

"Who are you kidding? Call me Fran," she smiles.

"Oh ok…Fran," he answers.

"Well come in I bet you're tired," Fran says.

"Just a bit," Spencer admits.

"Well we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow," she informs.

"Is the family comin'?" Derek asks.

"Oh yes Des and Sarah and their husbands let's not forget your uncles and aunts," Fran says.

Spencer gulps loudly and earns a look from Fran and Derek. When they see his horrified look they break into fits of laughter.

"S-sorry," he apologizes.

"Nonsense," Fran waves a hand.

"I've just never been with so many people aside from the BAU," Spencer explains.

"He also hasn't had a proper Thanksgiving or any holiday for that matter," Derek says.

"Well that won't do now will it? Derek I just have a question," Fran says.

"Yes mama?"

"Have you put a ring on this fine gentleman?" she asks glaring at him.

"Uh…yes mama," he answers.

"Good, Spencer you're like a god send," Fran smiles sweetly.

"Thank you?" he replies.

"Go lie down. Being eight months pregnant isn't easy," she shoos him.

"Ok," he smiles.

"Derek go with him," she orders.

"Yes mama," he replies taking the bags up to their room.

"…Derek?" Spencer calls.

"Hm?"

"How did she take it when you told her?" Spencer asks curious.

"…At first she was mad because I didn't tell her earlier. Then she was mad because I didn't tell her I was well bisexual," he sighs.

"Why didn't you?"

"It was…awkward especially when you're supposed to be the "lady's man". Not only that but Des isn't talking to me," he sighs again.

"M'sorry," Spencer whisper feeling guilty.

"For what?" Derek looks at tear filled eyes.

"They probably hate me…" he sniffles.

Derek's heart almost shattered when he saw his beloved hurting because of him. He came closer and wrapped his arms around him. He caressed him and pushed stray locks of hair behind his ear. He looked into those sad eyes and wished he hadn't said anything.

"Don't be sorry for making me the happiest person alive. They can go talk whatever they like but I don't care as long as you're with me," he whispers.

He kisses Spencer on the lips and wipes away the tears that managed to fall.

"I'm still sorry I know you love your family," Spencer continued.

"Spencer you're a part of this family and if they can't accept you then you're a part of OUR family with only you, the baby and me," Derek smiles tenderly.

"Really?" Spencer asks hopeful.

"Of course," he rubs his swollen belly and feels a strong kick.

"He's a kicker alright," Derek chuckles.

"…He?"

"It's better than calling the baby an it," Derek reasoned.

"True," Spencer smiled.

Next Day:

"Pretty boy you ready?" Derek asks.

"No…can we just say I wasn't feeling well?" Spencer replies.

"Come on Pretty boy, I'm sure they'll adore you," Derek slips a hand around his waist.

"Fine but promise you won't leave me alone," Spencer says biting his lip.

"I guess old habits die hard," Derek smiles opening the door.

"I can't help it…" Spencer blushes.

"Baby Brother!" Sarah exclaims.

"Gosh maybe you're right is it too late?" Derek jokes.

"I missed you too," Sarah smiled.

"Hey sis," he hugged her tight.

"I need air," she gasped.

"Very funny, hey my man John," Derek greeted.

"Hey Der," John replied.

"Spencer?" Sarah asked.

"…Hi," he smiled shyly.

"Look at you," she beamed as she went over to squeeze the lights out of him.

"Blame Derek," he teased.

Sarah laughed at his comment. Derek glared but joined in momentarily. They door suddenly opened and Desiree walked in with her eight year old daughter and husband.

"Hi uncle Der," she smiled.

"Hi princess," he smiled.

"Hey Sarah where are the kids?" Fran asked walking into the living room.

"With Mike they went to a music store," she rolled her eyes pointing at the door.

"Mommy!" another little girl exclaimed running to Sarah.

"Look Mike got me a violin!" she smiled.

"Oh and does anyone know how to play?" John asked.

"…I do," Spencer replied shyly.

"You do?" Everyone asked surprised.

"Well like piano it's technically all mathematics in a sense, I haven't really played only once but it's quite easy," he says.

"Pretty boy you never told me," Derek said.

"I only tried it once before graduating high school," he shrugged.

"What were you twelve?" Mike joked.

"Actually yes," Spencer smiled.

"He's kidding right?" Mike asked.

"No," Des answered firmly.

"Oh…well I'm Mike Desiree's husband nice to meet you," he extends his arm.

"Pleasure is mine," Spencer takes his hand.

"Derek," he nods.

"Hey Mike," he says.

"Well anyone want appetizers?" Fran asks from the kitchen.

"Me!" The little girls yell.

"Spencer?" she asks.

"N-no thanks," he stuttered.

"Alright," she smiled.

In minutes the house was filled with people. Some were from Sam's, Derek's dad's side of the family, the rest from Fran's side. Spencer sat on the couch alone while Derek talked to his relatives. He was extremely tired. Then he received a call. He got up slowly and went outside to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hi Spencer," Dr. Carlise said.

"Hi is something wrong?" he asks.

"I was just wondering when you'll return," she replies.

"In a week tomorrow we head for Vegas," he sighed.

"Remember stay in an environment with little to no stress," she warned.

"I know," he sighed again.

"Something wrong?"

"Braxton hicks," he answered rubbing his stomach.

"After you return it will be the last time you will travel," she said sternly.

"What? Can't I have one more case with the team?" he pleaded.

"…Fine but one more. If the Braxton kicks continue and get worse you stop immediately and are in bed rest understood?"

"Yes," he resigned.

"Good see you in a week," she hung up.

"Something wrong?" Derek asked concern.

"No just Dr. Carlise checking on me you know with all the risk," he explained.

"If you feel bad tell me and we'll go back home," Derek said.

"I will I promise now let's go," Spencer pushed him inside.

"…Des talk to them," Sarah said.

"Just this once," she rolled her eyes and went over to Spencer and Derek.