Ariel's P.O.V.

Another month had passed since I woke up from my coma. I was a little over six months along now, and was just starting to hit the 'sexy pregnant lady' stage, much to my husband's delight. Spencer and I were just finishing the packing process of moving, and it was strange to say the least. Almost everything that had been in our apartment was coming to our new house, with only a few exceptions. But at the moment, our apartment - the place that we had called home for the past four years - was almost completely bare. The only things left were our bed, a few pots and pans, and a stack or two of books that neither one of us were willing to pack away. Everything else had been packed away into boxes and was waiting for us at our new house.

I was sitting on the bed, trying to keep from wincing in pain every few seconds when Spencer got home.

"Ariel?" he called out. I got myself out of the bed quickly enough, trying to hide my pain behind a mask. That was one of the few issues that Spencer and I had - I hated when he profiled me, but sometimes he did it without even realizing that he was. So if I needed to hide something, I would put on a mask - just like I did when we were onstage.

It probably wasn't the healthiest way to deal with things, but it worked.

"Hey Spen." I said, rubbing a hand over my face. I had been taking a nap up until about fifteen minutes before he got home.

He walked over and wrapped an arm around my waist, settling his other hand on top of my bump. "I'm sorry." he said softly as he kissed my forehead. "Did I wake you up?"

I shook my head, putting my hand overtop of his on my bump. "No, actually. Your child did."

He chuckled, even as I turned away from him, and his arms wrapped around me from behind. "Why is it my baby when it's bothering you?" he asked.

"Because that's how it works, sweetie." I sassed.

"Well, I know how I can make up for it." he whispered in my ear, and I shivered. Damn hormones…

"Oh really?" I smirked. "And just how were you planning on doing that?"

He smiled bashfully at me and held up a bag that I hadn't even noticed. "Lo Mein?" he offered. I normally would have laughed at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation if I wasn't too busy salivating at the thought of the food. Chinese had always been one of my favorites, but ever since I had gotten pregnant, I craved it more than anything. I pretended to think about it for a second, though, before I reached out and grabbed the bag, kissing him on the cheek as well.

"You are forgiven." I decided, as I reached into the brown paper bag and started to pull out the containers. "Chopsticks?" I asked, trying to keep from giggling at the irritated expression on his face.

"You know I can't use them." he said, and I laughed.

"I know, killer." I said. "But its so fun to tease you."

We settled in on the ratted old couch in the living room - it was definitely not coming with us - and I grabbed the remote, switching on Doctor Who. It was one that we had already seen, but we still let it play, just for the background noise.

After a few minutes of blissful silence, I finally asked him what I had been meaning to all week. "So have they started looking for a replacement for Gideon yet?"

It had been almost a month now since Gideon left in the first place, and even though I knew Spencer looked up to the man and wanted him to come back, at least to visit, I was so glad that he was gone. He said that he cared about my husband - and maybe he did - but he didn't act like it. And for that I would never forgive him.

"Yeah." Spencer said softly - this was one topic that he was reluctant to talk about. "I don't know who they're thinking about hiring, though. We probably won't find out until they get hired."

I gasped, faking surprise. "Did the great Spencer Reid just admit to not knowing something?" I said, and he smiled. "Oh, the horror! Oh, the humanity!" I continued, until he was just laughing like there was no tomorrow.

"You're ridiculous." he said, leaning over to steal a kiss.

"But you love me." I reminded him.

"You know I do." he said softly.

I pulled back and smiled up at him, before remembering what I had been wanting to tell him all day.

"The girls want to throw me a baby shower." I said, pouting.

"What's wrong with that?" he asked, confused.

I sighed and put my carton of Lo Mein down on the floor as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me down to lay next to him. "You know. It's going to be all pink and blue and cheery and stupid games." I muttered.

Spencer rubbed his hand over my belly, smiling a little bit more every time he felt the baby kick. "Not if Kat plans it." he suggested after a minute or two of silence. "She knows you better than anyone else, she'd throw a party exactly the way you'd want it to be."

I thought about it for a minute - he was right, of course. Spencer usually was.

"Fine." I muttered. "But just to get them to leave me alone about it."

He laughed, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "That's what you say now." he said softly. "But I have a feeling that once they throw this party for you, you'll be glad that they did."

"Mmmhmm." I hummed, nestling into his side as best I could without either falling off of the couch or shoving him into the crack between the back of the couch and the cushions. "We'll see."

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The next morning was when I finally decided to broach the topic that we had both been avoiding for far too long now.

"Sweetie," I began, picking up my cup of tea and crossing over to where Spencer was leaning against the kitchen counter. "What are we going to do when the baby gets here?"

He looked up from the crossword puzzle that he was doing in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked me.

"I mean, we have nothing planned. I'm starting the third trimester, and we know absolutely nothing. I'm going to be home with the baby for the first year or so, yes, but what about after that? What then?" I was starting to panic, and it was getting hard to breathe. I knew that we should have talked about these things much sooner, but we had kept on putting it off for one reason or another. I wasn't going to leave the band behind, and I knew Spencer wasn't willing to leave the Bureau, either.

He just sat there for a minute, looking confused. "I… I guess we'll just wait and see." he said, putting down the puzzle and turning around so that he was facing me. "After all, we still have plenty of time left before we need to decide."

I just smirked for a moment before wincing as I felt the baby stick a foot into my ribcage. " Just maybe not as much time as you thought."

A/N~ We're getting close here, people! I will admit, it's getting harder and harder to write the baby fluff as time goes on, and still figure out ways to tie in references to the actual show, so please let me know how I'm doing! Also, to answer one question… let's just say that the apartment walls are really very thin lol.

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