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Unexpectedly Expecting	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 8336 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Unexpectedly Expecting
Hatochiiai a.k.a. Ahmose Inarus
Disclaimer: No own. Piss off.
SLASH WARNING (what else?)

Chapter 9

Reid and Haley were both in Hotch's office when the team got back from their case. When the team filed into the bull pen, Morgan blinked.
"Hey Hotch." He said. Hotch looked at the man, then turned at the pointed stare. Reid and Haley walked out of the office and stood on the elevated walk, staring at him and smiling. Hotch noticed that they were holding hands. Suddenly, it hit him.
"… You asked her?"
"Yeah." Reid said, and his smile widened to a grin. A moment later, Haley's smile did the same thing.
"And?" Hotch asked, through he already knew the answer. The pair nodded. This time, it was Hotch's turn to grin. He blankly shoved his GoBag back into Morgan's arms and hurried up to the pair, throwing his arms around his past and present lovers both. Reid's arms slid around Hotch's waist, Haley's around his neck. The team watched as Hotch kissed them both on the foreheads. And for a moment, they saw the glimmer of tears that the man would not allow to fall.
Reid cleared his throat, and Hotch turned and looked down at his team. They were all watching curiously.
"What, you forming a threesome?" Morgan asked, quirking an eyebrow. "OW!" He hissed as Garcia and Emily both smacked him upside the head. Hotch just smiled.
"… Haley's going to adopt our son." He announced, running a hand up and down Reid's back, The team watched as both Hotch and Haley laid a hand on Reid's stomach.
"Oh my God!" JJ was the first to react. She was running up to the trio outside of the Unit Chief's office. She bypassed the men and threw her arms around Haley's shoulders. "That's wonderful! But… Why?"
"Spencer asked me to." Haley said. "He wants his son to grow up with his brother. And knowing his father, AS his father."
"And while I may not want to be his parent… I want to know him too." Reid said. "This seemed to be the best solution. And apparently, Haley has been wanting another child. But with her being divorced…"
"AND with the complications from when she was pregnant with Jack." Hotch finally chimed in. "The doctors advised her not to get pregnant again."
"So it just kind of works out for everyone." Reid said with a smile and a shrug.
"OMG we are TOTALLY going out to dinner." Garcia announced.
And forty five minutes later, the group was sitting around a large round table, passing around bowls of different entrees and watching Hotch reminding Reid how to use chopsticks.
Outside, a man sat in his car, watching the team through the window. He had to admit it… despite how his belly was growing, those baggy sweaters did a good job of hiding Agent Reid's condition from the rest of the world. The only way anyone would have noticed would be if they knew what to look for. And he did. Under the table, he could see the boy's hand alternating between rubbing his stomach and holding hands with Aaron Hotchner. When the group dispersed, he followed the car that held the two lovers until he knew that they were headed to Reid's loft as opposed to Hotchner's apartment. Then he broke off and took an alternate route so as not to arouse suspicion. He got there as the lights in the loft were turning on. He stared up at the shadows that moved about, opening a prescription bottle and popping a pill, swallowing it dry.
Upstairs, Hotch was making the mandatory pot of coffee while Reid took a shower. But as he listened to the water being shut off, he was jolted out of his calm mood by a sudden frightening crash from the bathroom. Hotch dropped the mug he was holding, not even noticing as it shattered on the floor. He ran across the loft and burst into the bathroom.
"Spencer!" He gasped. Reid was sprawled out on the floor on his back, wet and naked, clearly having just finished his shower. In fact, he hadn't even made it completely out of the tub; his knees were hanging over the edge, his feet still in the tub.
"Shit…" Hotch gasped, snatched the towel that had fallen to the floor and wrapping it around the boy's rapidly cooling body. As he lifted Reid into his arms, the doctor gave a weak moan. Hotch carried him out of the bathroom and lay him down on the bed, reaching for the phone and dialing, heart pounding in fear.
"Agent Hotchner? Is something wrong?" Dr. Tsai answered.
"Reid fell in the bathtub." Hotch gasped, reaching out and taking his lover's pulse.
"How? What happened?"
"I don't know, I wasn't in there when it happened. I don't know if he passed out and then fell, or if he slipped and knocked himself out, but he's out cold."
"I'm on my way. Keep him warm." She ordered, and hung up. Hotch whipped down the blankets on one side of the bed and moved Reid to rest him there. He rubbed the boy's body dry with the towel, then pulled the blankets up to cover him. He reached over to the bedside table and hit the 'ON' button on the control box for the electric blanket, and set it to 5. Within minutes, Reid's shivering began to diminish. Then there was a knock on the door. Hotch glanced at the clock. Seven minutes. Not bad. He opened the door and Dr. Tsai rushed in.
"Has he woken?" She demanded to know.
"No." Hotch said, but they both turned at a soft whimper.
"… Aaron?"
"… Nevermind. Yes." Hotch mumbled, and they jogged over to the bed. Reid blinked up at them, looking confused.
"Don't move." Dr. Tsai ordered as Reid moved to sit up. "Does anything hurt?" Reid stared at her, then frowned and pondered the question as she shone her penlight into his eyes.
"My back… My wrist and elbow… Ah… My head…" He gasped, grimacing as he suddenly noticed the pain. "Towards the back… M-My right…" Dr. Tsai reached out and Reid closed his eyes as cool, gentle fingers slid through his hair and around his head. Then he hissed as she found the source of the pain.
"Hm. That's quite the bump." She said.
"What happened, Spencer?" Hotch asked.
"I shut off the water. I was feeling funny. Light headed. Then I got really dizzy and… and then I was falling… I remember my wrist hurting, and then… nothing."
"He must have hit his head on the toilet on the way down." Hotch said, looking at Dr. Tsai, who he just realized was in jeans and a T shirt instead of her professional skirt and lab coat. She was holding Reid's wrist, taking his pulse, then folded down the blankets and pulled out her stethoscope, pressing it to his chest and listening closely, Then she moved it lower, pressing it to the boy's belly. She blinked when her prod was returned by an irritated kick from the baby, who had decided that he'd had enough with the scary tumbling for the night. Reid watched as the woman's lips turned up in a mildly amused smile.
"Well, little Spencer Junior seems fine." She said. "I want to do an ultrasound tomorrow just to make sure. And I also want to run another Urinalysis and another set of bloodwork."
"Okay." Hotch said, nodding. "What time?"
"Can you come in first thing?" Dr. Tsai asked.
"Of course." Hotch responded.
"I'm sorry you had to come here for nothing."
"It wasn't for nothing, Spencer." Dr. Tsai said with a smile. "This could have been serious." Reid nodded. "Agent Hotchner, I want him to stay in bed and rest until you come in to see me tomorrow. And we'll see from there."
"Alright." The man said.

Across the street, the man watched as Dr. Tsai walked down the stairs and to her car. Something must have happened to have brought her as fast as she had come and to have her running up the stairs. He wondered what it was…? But it must not have been TOO terrible, as she was calm and relaxed now. Regardless, he had a feeling that the couple would not be leaving any time soon. He watched the doctor leave, then headed home himself.

Reid closed his eyes as a gentle kiss was pressed to his forehead, and then a mug of coffee was slipped into his hands, along with some pain medication. He took the pills and sipped the coffee, sighing in delight; it was perfect. He looked up at Aaron Hotchner.
The elder profiler's breath was stolen away as he stared down at the youth before him, who was gazing up at him with eyes glowing in adoration. Hotch smiled, reaching out and caressing the side of the boy's face.
"Don't you scare me like that." He murmured.
"I'm sorry." Reid whimpered, his voice full of remorse. "I never meant to upset you." Hotch just leaned close, enveloping the genius in his arms. Slowly, he rolled to lie beside him, and the coffee was set down on the bedside table. He blinked when Reid pressed his lips to his lover's with a moan. Hotch blinked again when Reid rolled onto his side to face the elder, deepening the kiss, his hands pawing at the man's clothes.
"Whuh- Spencer?"
"Please…" Reid breathed. "Please…" Hotch gasped at his body's reaction to the desperate pleading. "Aaron… need you so bad…"
"Spencer! We… we can't! You're supposed to rest!"
"… I'm supposed to stay in bed... I'm still in bed..."
"You need to go to sleep!"
"So put me to sleep." Reid moaned, and Hotch tensed when the boy suddenly gripped his crotch and began to massage him through his pants. He stared down at his lover's face, then seized his wrist and forcefully removed his hand from his unmentionables.
"Spencer. No." He said, sternly. But Reid kept pawing at him, whining like a bitch in heat. He pulled off the man's tie, struggled with his belt and the buttons of his shirt. Hotch kept pushing the hands away, but he couldn't keep them at bay, and combined with the hot seeking lips on his face and neck, his own resolve was crumbling.
Finally, he caught Reid's wrists and pinned them down to the bed.
"THERE! Now will you please- REID!" He cried in exasperation when his lover's eyes widened and he began to pant and grind his hips into his lover's body. Hotch released Reid and stood, running a hand through his hair. "Spencer. I want you to get some rest. I'm taking a shower." And ignoring the loud whine, he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, muttering under his breath about his lover's recently unpredictable sex drive.
When he got out, he pulled on his pajama pants and walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his neck. And he froze.
"… SPENCER!" He cried in shock and dismay. His mate was splayed out over the bed, legs spread obscenely. And he was masturbating.
"Aaron…" Reid gasped, writhing. "Please… need you… to finish."
"… Will you go to sleep?"
"YES! Please, just… PLEASE!"
"I think we need to have a talk in the morning about self control and obeying the doctor, AND me."
"Aaron… Shut the hell up and touch me… please…" Reid gasped.
"Fine!" Hotch groaned, though in some way, he was trying not to laugh at how absurd this was. It had to be the hormones talking. Reid wasn't aggressive like this. He wasn't wanton like this. He was shy and conservative and was more prone to gently coaxing, luring, or even seducing his lover into bed, instead of commanding him there.
Hotch slid onto the bed and took the young man into his arms, and the next thing he knew their mouths were pressed together, tongues dueling for dominance. Hotch wasn't sure WHEN he lost his pants, but at some point he did. And he was slightly amused to find that Reid had already prepared himself while his superior was in the shower.
"Hey…" Hotch murmured, trying to get Reid's attention. "Hey… Hey! HEY!" He finally seized the boy's wrists and got him to look him in the eye. Reid stared at him, panting, eyes filled with lust and irritation that Hotch had stopped him. Hotch smiled up at him, and released one of his wrists. He laid his hand on Reid's cheek. "Just calm down, baby…" He soothed. "You'll get what you want… I promise. But the doctor said you need to rest. So we're going to do this my way, okay?"
Reid blinked, then nodded. The irritation faded and he nuzzled his face in the SAC's hand. Hotch just smiled, leaning up and kissing Reid's cheek, then turned the boy around. He himself sat comfortably, leaning into pillows propped up against the headboard, and he guided Reid to sit between his splayed legs, leaning back into his chest. He hugged the trembling body close, murmuring soft, soothing words into the boy's ear while his hands caressed the heated skin.
"Shhh… Easy baby." Hotch whispered when Reid whined and squirmed. "I'm gonna take care of you…" And he slid his hands under Reid's thighs and lifted him up. Reid gasped and gave a shiver of anticipation. Then, Hotch slowly sat the boy down on his erection. Reid's head fell back with a lusty cry as he was impaled. Hotch held his breath until Reid was fully seated in his lap, and only then did he exhale in a groan.
"God, Spencer… you feel so good, baby…"
"Aaron… please." Reid begged, squirming in his lap.
"No. Hold still." Hotch commanded. "I told you. The doctor said you need to rest, so we're doing this my way, or not at all." Reid whined at those stern words.
"But—"
"No." Hotch said firmly, and he wrapped his arms around Reid's torso and hugged him close to his own chest, holding him still. Reid whimpered and squirmed a bit, but finally relaxed against the elder's body. Hotch smiled and kissed his agent's throat, then began to rub his hands over the youth's chest. Reid moaned softly, closing his eyes and enjoying the touches, gasping when those hands began to tease sensitive nipples. Then they slid lower, gently rubbing his swollen belly, then moving to stroke his inner thighs.
"Oh God, Aaron, please!" Reid gasped, and his body clenched around the erection embedded within him. Hotch hissed slightly, and finally curled his fingers around Reid's dribbling erection. The boy cried out, trying to buck his hips. But Hotch's free hand held him stationary. Reid whined, but finally gave in and stopped trying to move. Once he did, Hotch began to stroke his length with one hand and ran his other hand over Reid's chest and stomach. Reid moaned, and this was echoed a moment later by Hotch. A ripple moved through the boy's inner muscles as he began to work them around his lover's rigid phallus, massaging the man for their own mutual pleasure.
"There you go…" Hotch breathed. "Now you're getting it…" He smiled slightly. "I don't have to be pounding your ass to make you orgasm." Reid shuddered and moaned, arching his back and spreading his legs wider, sliding his own hands over his own inner thighs. "Touch yourself." Hotch hissed, eyes watching his lover's hands. "Come on… I want to watch you…"
"… Aaron… God…" Reid whined.
"Come on, baby…" Hotch murmured and released Reid's erection, moving both hands to massage his chest and toy with his nipples. Reid cried out at the loss, and a moment later fisted his own erection with one hand and fondled what hung beneath with the other. Hotch felt his own eyes roll back slightly at the spasm of pleasure that ran through him as he watched his subordinate touching himself. "Come on, Spencer…" Came the throaty groan into the boy's ear. "Cum for me…"
Reid whined, arching into the touches on his chest as he pumped himself roughly, inner muscles still trying to milk an orgasm out of his lover. He could feel the trembling in the elder's thighs, and the twitching of his abdomen against his lower back. He smiled slightly to himself, finding it slightly amusing and endearing that Hotch's body did the same thing that his own did pre-orgasm. As it was, he could feel the uncontrollable tremors beginning in his own thighs and abdomen. Then, unexpectedly, the baby tumbled within him and seemed to stretch.
"AHH!" Reid cried out, startled. His eyes flew wide as the rush of adrenaline filled him with a tingling sensation. His head fell back to Hotch's shoulder, and the man took the opportunity to litter his exposed throat with nips and kisses. Reid's breathing had fallen into a shallow panting, each exhale accompanied by a breathy cry, and he squirmed in his lover's lap as his orgasm evaded him every time he reached out to seize it.
"Oh, fuck Spencer…" Hotch gasped. "Oh… Oh FUCK!" And then the man wrapped his arms tightly around his lover and held the boy close, bucking up into him. Reid gasped, eyes widening before they rolled back and fell closed. Then he felt his lover begin the ejaculation process within him. He felt the man's shaft pulse, and the initial flood of semen filling his core.
'40% of the semen is released in the first spurt,' his mind reminded him, as it did almost EVERY damn time they did this. 'Each successive spasm will add a bit more.' He moaned as he felt his lover's length throb within him… he had never really felt it like this before… his body went into sensory overload as he felt the pulsing within him… eleven… twelve… thirteen. His elder lover's member had injected him with his fluids until he could feel it trickling out onto his thighs… And then he felt his own orgasm wash over him and his mind went blank in pleasure. He could feel his length in his hand expelling his own fluids in thick, white strands across the bed. He couldn't count his own individual spasms… hell… he never even heard himself scream. He just fell into comforting darkness.
The next thing he knew, he was curled up on his side. There were fresh, clean blankets on the bed and Hotch was spooning him from behind, hands rubbing over his rounded stomach. The baby had been tumbling about, but was growing still in response to the gentle caresses of his father's hands. Reid smiled to himself, snuggling back into Hotch's body, and then let go and allowed sleep to claim him.

Hotch and Reid walked into Dr. Tsai's office and sat down. She looked up at them, holding the results of Reid's labwork in her hands. It had been a week since his collapse in the bathtub, and the embarassment that happened the next morning...
Dr. Tsai had done the usual exam, including the internal exam. When she had withdrawn her fingers, she had looked at them, then frowned and leveled a scolding look on Agent Hotchner. "Any reason why you interpreted my order for him to be on bed rest as 'it's okay to have sex'?" And she held up her fingers... which had the evidence of the elder's ejaculation smeared over them. Reid burst out laughing when Hotch turned red, possibly for the first time since Reid had known him. "Hush! YOU should have known better!" Dr. Tsai told Reid, sternly.
"Like hell!" Hotch snorted as Dr. Tsai stripped off the glove and tossed it into the trash can. "He initiated it and wouldn't stop his pawing until I gave in!"
As soon as they got into the car, Hotch had given Reid a smack upside the head.
"… I'll get straight to the point." Dr. Tsai said, bringing Hotch out of the memory of that embarrassing appointment. "Dr. Reid, you had high protein levels in your urine." Reid blinked.
"Uh oh." The boy mumbled.
"As such, we are going to start doing weekly U/A's and bloodwork. I want to monitor you closely. You're at risk for Preeclampsia."
"Oh God, not again." Hotch groaned. The two doctors turned to stare at him, blinking in confusion. "… Sorry. The doctors had the same concerns with Haley."
"Oh." Reid said, then snickered to himself. Hotch gave him a look.
"It's not funny. It's serious."
"Oh, I know! Preeclampsia is—"
"We know." Hotch cut him off.
"Oh. Right. Sorry." Reid mumbled, sliding down in his seat.
"One other thing." Dr. Tsai said. "Dr. Reid. I don't want you to stay alone when Agent Hotchner is out of town anymore. With that fainting spell you had… well… when there's one, more are likely. The biggest thing that could set you off is stress. So I want you to watch yourself."
"Okay." Reid said, nodding. Dr. Tsai smiled.
"Alright then. Keep my number handy, and watch the stress. Let me know if there's anything I can do. And Agent Hotchner?"
"Yes?"
"… when you're in town, a gentle massage to put him to sleep can be relaxing. His stomach is stretching, the weight is straining his back and legs… and he may soon start to experience Round Ligament Pain."
"… What?" Hotch asked.
"When the ligaments supporting the uterus are stretched and strained as it grows." Reid recited immediately.
"Dr. Reid." Dr. Tsai said. "Do you know what Braxton Hicks Contractions are?"
"False contractions that can occur several times a day later in pregnancy, usually painless." Reid responded.
"Yes. Be prepared for those, too."
"As long as they're painless, I'll be fine." Reid said with a smile.
"And you could also experience mild Carpal Tunnel Syndrome brought on by edema."
"Hopefully I won't have edema. So far, so good. And as long as I don't get hemorrhoids, I'll be fine!"
"Well, we'll see." She said with a smile.
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