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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
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SLASH WARNING (what else?)

Chapter 10

Reid was eight months pregnant. And Hotch was starting to REALLY hope the kid went into labor early. The boy's emotions had been running wild lately. And it was hell trying to keep him calm when he got going. But so far, there hadn't been any more fainting. And sometimes, Hotch marveled at how lucky they had been, considering the sudden explosions Reid had been prone to lately.
Take the current situation, for example. Hotch couldn't BELIEVE the argument Reid was trying to pursue with him. He was throwing an absolute tantrum! All because the orange juice he had purchased had Some Pulp. Reid wanted No Pulp. And apparently, the fact that the juice had Some Pulp was reason enough for World War III to break out in the loft apartment.
First, Hotch had said that it wasn't a big deal. Reid had shouted at the top of his lungs that he hated pulp. Hotch offered to strain it out for him. He yelled at him for 'pretending to care' and that he only offered to do that because he wanted Reid to 'shut the hell up'.
He then offered to go out and get him another carton with No Pulp so he himself could enjoy his juice with Some Pulp. He assured Reid that this was the first time the doctor had EVER mentioned not liking pulp. And it was. But Reid said that he was lying. So Hotch asked Reid to tell him when he had ever mentioned not liking pulp. Reid had screamed at him, "And how the hell am I supposed to remember THAT?"
"… Eidetic memory, baby." Hotch said, gently. Reid stared at him and puffed up. Hotch inwardly winced and braced himself, but surprisingly, Reid deflated just as quickly. But then he had gone through the shopping bags. He had requested that Hotch bring him a TWIX bar. But when Reid went into the bag, he found TWO. Both Kingsized. And that send him off on another tirade.
"Am I not gaining enough weight?" He cried. "The doctor said I'm FINE! I can take care of myself, you know! And that whole 'eating for two' is more like eating for one and one tenth! I'm pregnant, not a turkey to stuff!"
However, it was the frozen lasagna that made Hotch throw his hands up in surrender.
"… You got CHEESE lasagna? But… But I like MEAT!" And the next thing the poor Unit Chief knew, his beloved was in tears.
"Oh, for God's sake!" He cried. "Spencer! Is it REALLY worth this fuss?"
"YOU SHUT UP! This is ALL YOUR fault!"
"Baby, please…" Hotch begged. "I've hardly slept in four days. I'm tired!"
"Oh, of COURSE! It's ALWAYS about YOU!"
"YOU are tired!" Hotch pointed out. "I know you don't sleep well when I'm gone."
"And AGAIN! It's ALWAYS about you! I don't sleep well because YOU'RE not here? How about the fact that the baby seems to be a hamster?"
"… What?" Hotch cried in baffled exasperation.
"A nocturnal creature that seems to think that my stomach is his own personal exercise wheel!" Reid snapped, viciously. Hotch stared, then burst out laughing at that analogy. He couldn't HELP it! But that did NOT go over well with Reid.
"… You asshole!" He shrieked, fury burning in his eyes. "Get out!"
"Baby, I'm sorry!" Hotch gasped, trying to get himself together. But it was hard. He was exhausted, and just didn't have it in him.
"GET OUT!"
"Reid, please. Just calm down. Take a hot bath and—"
"GET THE HELL OUT!" Reid shouted, and the next thing Hotch knew, he was ducking as the TWIX bars sailed over his head, one after the other. Then came the carton of Some Pulp orange juice. Then came the frozen lasagna. This one didn't come at his head. This one flew in much lower.
"OOF!" Hotch grunted as the corner of the hard frozen block of pasta made contact with his lower abdomen. "Ahn… jeeze, alright, alright! Just calm down! I'll be back in a bit!" And he fled, a book crashing into the wall behind him as he ran out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
He leaned against the door and groaned, rubbing his stomach. What the hell had brought THAT on? Damn… if he thought Reid was being hormonal BEFORE…
He briefly considered that his poor, gravid mate might be suffering a case of pre-natal insanity, but… He sighed and pushed himself off of the door, heading down to the car and climbing in and driving back to the store to give Reid time to calm down. He himself would pick up the coveted No Pulp orange juice and Meat lasagna. Maybe he would get his significant other one of those special gourmet coffee brews that made him purr like a content house cat.
Once in the store, his phone rang. He checked it. It was his ex-wife.
"Haley?" He asked. "Everything okay?"
"You tell me." The woman said. "What on EARTH did you say to Spencer?"
"Oh lord… Did he call you?"
"Hysterical, yes. What happened?"
"I got orange juice with pulp." Hotch grumbled.
"… What?"
"Exactly."
"Oh dear…" She laughed. "Alright. Tell me what happened. All I could understand from Spencer was 'lasagna' and 'asshole'."
"Sounds right." Hotch chuckled. "I bought orange juice with Some Pulp. Reid wanted No Pulp. He asked for a TWIX bar, I got him two. He thinks I'm trying to make him gain weight because I think he can't do it on his own. And I got Cheese lasagna when he wanted meat."
"Are you serious?"
"As the plague."
"Maybe you should call Dr. Tsai and have his hormone levels checked."
"I'm considering that, believe me. We will DEFINITELY be having a chat with Dr. Blair about this."
"So where are you?"
"At the store. Getting juice with No Pulp and meat lasagna and his favorite gourmet coffee."
"You kiss ass." Haley snorted.
"I have to kiss his ass! I'm not letting him stay at home alone in his condition!"
"Oh. Yeah. What did Dr. Tsai say about the fainting?"
"She's worried about preeclampsia. Déjà vu, huh?"
"Oh dear…" Haley sighed.
"So NOW Spencer has to keep an eye on his blood sugar, too. And you KNOW how he eats."
"Good luck keeping him on a diet, Aaron."
"Yeah. I know, right? So anyway, he's not allowed to be alone for long periods of time anymore. So when I'm out of town for work, he's going to have to make arrangements. Stay with Garcia, or something."
"I have a guest room, Aaron. I can take him to and from work… he's not allowed to drive anymore, is he?"
"No."
"Then it's settled. He'll stay with me when you're out of town. I'll take him to and from his appointments and work. And he can help me set up the nursery."
Hotch smiled at that, putting several different gourmet coffee blends into the basket on his arm. "Spencer will like that. Just don't let Garcia help."
"Why not?"
"She'll take over." And the ex-spouses chuckled in unison. "Anyway… Haley. What do I do?"
"Huh?"
"With Reid. Since I have to get back into his good graces to get back into his place so I can keep an eye on him."
"Ah. Hmmm… grovel."
"… I don't grovel."
"You will if you want him to let you in. He was pretty upset when he called a few minutes ago."
"Uhhg…" Hotch groaned, passing through the bakery section of the grocery store. He paused. "Cheescake?"
"What?"
"Should I get him some cheesecake?"
"Considering how he became a basket case over an extra TWIX, no." Haley laughed.
"Ice cream! Spencer never says 'no' to that!"
"Aaron. Don't. Again, basket case over a candy bar."
"… Roses?"
"Much better." Haley said, grinning. "thought knowing Spencer, maybe you would be better stopping at Barnes & Noble."
"Haley?"
"Hm?"
"You're a genius."
"Of course. Now get home. You're not supposed to leave him alone." Haley said, and the pair said their goodbyes and hung up. Hotch paid for the groceries and flowers and hurried home. He parked and rushed up the stairs to the door, and knocked. There was no response. He sighed.
"Spencer?" He called, knocking again. "Spencer, come on. It's cold. Let me in! I'm sorry! Please?" Still no answer. He sighed and shuffled around his bags, sliding his key into the lock. It didn't turn. It was still unlocked. He frowned. Spencer hadn't locked it after he kicked him out? He opened the door.
"Spencer?" He called into the loft. He stepped in and stared. The frozen lasagna he had thrown at the Unit Chief was on the floor, defrosting. The TWIX bars were still on the floor, as was the busted carton of orange juice and the splattered puddle that had been made on impact. But what concerned him the most was that the book Reid had thrown at him was still on the floor. Reid treasured his books. Even if he had thrown one in a fit of anger, he would have picked it up and put it away as soon as Hotch had departed. He put the bags down on the kitchen counter and walked further into the quiet loft.
Then he saw another puddle. A broken mug and spilled coffee were spread out over the floor in the walkway leading to the bathroom, before the bed, but right after the fish tank. Instinctively, Hotch reached for his side arm as he slowly crossed the floor. Then, the hand came into view, palm facing the ceiling, fingers curled slightly.
"Spencer!" He ran around the fish tank to his side, dropping to his knees. Reid was sprawled out across the floor on his back. His head was turned to the side, messy brown hair obscuring his features. But when Hotch brushed the hair out of the way, he found the young agent's complexion was frighteningly pale. His eyes were still red and puffy, and there were dried tear tracks across his face.
Hotch fumbled for his phone while he checked Reid's pulse, and also checked between his legs for any signs of blood, in case he had gone into premature labor. There was nothing. He laid a hand on his stomach then. He let out a breath that he didn't know he had been holding when he felt his child moving under his palm.
"What happened?" Dr. Tsai's voice suddenly said in his ear.
"Spencer fainted again." Hotch said. "He's really pale and his pulse is thready, but the baby is moving around and his breathing is even and steady."
"I'm on my way. How long ago?"
"I don't know. I… I wasn't here."
"I told you not to leave him alone!"
"You said not to leave him alone for long periods of time! I was only gone for twenty, thirty minutes! And he wasn't going to let me stay!"
"What do you mean?"
"He threw a tantrum and kicked me out."
"You should have talked to him, rather than leave."
"He was throwing frozen lasagnas and cartons of orange juice at my head! If I had stayed, I think he may have gone for his revolver next!" Hotch cried in his defense. He reached out and felt the coffee on the floor. It was cold. "He dropped a cup of coffee when he passed out. Coffee is cold. So are the pieces of the mug. He must have poured it for himself and fainted right talking to Haley, right after I left."
"Probably stress induced." Dr. Tsai muttered. "Try waking him, and keep him warm. I'll be there in a minute." And she hung up.
Hotch slid his arms under Reid's shoulders and knees and lifted the slight young man into his arms, vaguely registering that Reid was heavier that he remembered. He moved him onto the bed and wrapped him up in the blankets.
"Spencer?" He called, gently smoothing the youth's hair away from his pale face. "Come on baby… please, open your eyes." There was no response. Only six minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Dr. Tsai burst in, not waiting for an answer.
"Is he still non- responsive?" She asked, sitting on the side of the bed and peeling up one of Reid's eyelids, shining her penlight into one, then the other. Then she took his pulse from his wrist. She frowned, then pulled out her stethoscope and listened to Reid's heart and lungs before moving to check the baby. Then she took Reid's hand and looked into the pale face.
"Dr. Reid?" She called, patting the back of his hand. "Can you hear me?" Reid didn't respond. She frowned. "Carry him down stairs and drive us to the hospital." Dr. Tsai said, leaping to her feet. Hotch threw the blankets back and scooped Reid up.

Across the street, the man watched as Dr. Tsai hurried down the stairs, followed by Agent Hotchner, the boy limp in his arms. Dr. Tsai hurried over to her green Dodge Durango and climbed into the back seat, helping Hotch slide Reid in. Then Hotch ran around to the driver's seat and they took off.
Hotch glanced back as Dr. Tsai pulled out her cell.
"Yes, this is Doctor Valerie Tsai, I'm on my way in with an anonymous patient, I need a room and an assistant. ETA… three minutes. And again, my patient's identity needs to remain confidential. My assistant will need to know that to reveal it is a Federal Crime. Yes. Thank you." And she hung up. "Pull into the ambulance bay when we get there."
"Alright. How is he?"
"No change." She said. Hotch handed her his phone.
"Call Haley for me. Please." She took the phone and nodded, hitting 'SEND'
"What, did he kick you out again?" Haley asked upon accepting the call.
"Ms. Hotchner?"
"… Who is this?"
"It's Dr. Valerie Tsai, Ms. Hotchner."
"… Oh my God… what happened?" Haley gasped, her heart pounding.
"Dr. Reid has had a collapse. We're taking him to the hospital."
"… I'll be there right away." Haley gasped, and hung up.
"Now speed dial five." Hotch told her. "And tell Garcia to get in touch with the others."
When they pulled into the ambulance bay, a man and a woman were waiting with a gurney. Reid was transferred onto it and taken inside. Haley arrived first, JJ right behind her. Within ten minutes, the entire team was there. They were all watching through the window, courtesy of Dr. Tsai, who knew they were Reid's family.
She was giving him fluids and checking his vitals when she heard a soft sigh. Then came a moan… Reid twitched. Then, he gasped and jerked, eyes snapping open.
"Dr. Reid?"
"NO!" Reid cried, thrashing. "No! NO! AARON!" Dr. Tsai gasped as a flailing fist knocked her glasses askew. A moment later the two nurses assisting her pounced, trying to pin Reid down. But the boy was out of control in a full on panic attack.
"Aaron, no." Haley said firmly, catching Hotch's arm as the man moved to go into the room. "Let the doctor do her job."
"He's calling for me!" Hotch cried, whirling and staring at Haley.
"I know… but you'll just get in the way. Let her handle this." Haley said firmly.
"She's right, Aaron." Rossi said, and Hotch looked at the man. Then he looked at his team. Morgan was holding back Garcia, and Emily was holding onto JJ. Hotch forced himself to relax, and he turned in time to see Dr. Tsai slide a needle into the port on Reid's IV line and inject something. A moment later, Reid slowly calmed. Dr. Tsai moved to check his vitals again. A few minutes later, there was a tiny whine.
"… Dr. Tsai?" She blinked and turned, smiling at the confused eyes.
"… Hey. There you are." She said, walking to stand by his head. "You feel better?"
"Where's Aaron?"
"Look to your left." She said. Reid turned his head and saw his entire team, and Haley. They were all staring in at him, looking worried. He blinked, and felt a smile tugging at his lips at the sight of his family.
"How do you feel?"
"… Tired. Dizzy." Reid murmured, closing his eyes and turning back towards Dr. Tsai.
"May they come in?"
"Huh? Oh. Yes. Of course." Reid said, and opened his eyes when he heard the group filing in.
"He's awake." Dr. Tsai said, stating the obvious. "I'm about to do the ultrasound. Would you all like to see?" The team enthusiastically said 'yes'. "Is that okay with you, Dr. Reid?"
"Yeah…" Reid mumbled, still looking lethargic. He sat there, perfectly still as Dr. Tsai folded down the bedsheet and drew up his shirt, exposing his belly. "Y'know… yer really pretty." Silence followed that comment. Dr. Tsai raised an eyebrow, and to the amusement of the profilers present, she flushed slightly.
"… Well… Thank you for saying so." She said, looking amused.
"If I weren't completely head over heels for Aaron… I would ask you out so fast…" Reid mumbled, his speech slightly slurred.
"… My man!" Morgan cried, grinning as he looked back and forth between Reid and Dr. Tsai, and the shell shocked look on Hotch's face. Dr. Tsai straightened and peered down at Reid over the rims of her glasses, the corner of her lips turned up ever so slightly.
"Why, Spencer, I'm flattered." She said, her eyes laughing. "I am sure you will be thoroughly embarrassed by this admission when the sedative wears off. We're going to make sure the baby is okay now. Is that alright with you?"
"Mm hmm." Reid hummed, his eyelids drooping.
"Alright then." Dr. Tsai announced, pushing her glasses back up into place and squirted the gel over Reid's stomach. The group all crowded in close as she pressed the sensor to Reid's stomach.
"Okay… so here's the stomach…" She began. "Aaand here's the –"
"Doc, we don't care about his bladder and his liver and his spleen. Get to the baby!" Garcia blurted. Everyone turned and stared at her, then burst out laughing. Dr. Tsai just grinned.
"There you go." She announced.
"Ohhhh!" Haley, Garcia and JJ chorused, leaning in close to the screen. While the others began to shuffle in closer as well, Hotch moved up to the head of the bed, and stared down at Reid. The boy opened his eyes when he felt eyes on him. He smiled up at his elder lover. Hotch reached out and gently smoothed Reid's hair back.
"… I'm sorry." Reid murmured. "I really do prefer No Pulp but… I don't care THAT much… Not enough to have ever mentioned it." And he flushed and looked away. Hotch just smiled, leaning down and kissing his forehead. "I didn't hurt you with the lasagna, did I?"
"… the bruise will fade." Hotch chuckled. "You really scared me, you know."
"I'm sorry…" Reid sighed, his face filled with guilt.
"It's okay. I forgive you." Hotch told him.
"You know... I had a nightmare..." Reid mumbled. Hotch cocked his head.
"Oh? What about?" He asked, concerned.
"The baby..."
"What happened?"
"I dreamed that I laid an egg."
"... What?" Hotch asked, trying not to grin.
"I dreamed that I laid an egg and I had to sit on it 'til it hatched." Reid murmured, trying to keep his speech from slurring. Slowly, Hotch lost his battle and grinned, chuckling. "Shut up. I know, it's stupid."
"It's cute, baby." Hotch assured him. "I can see it now. You sitting in bed with a giant robin's egg, trying to keep it warm."
"Oh, fuck off!" Reid whined.
"Oh! Lookit the little penis!" Garcia's squeal broke into their conversation. Reid fixed a look on her that was a mix of horror, embarrassment and amazement.
"… GARCIA!" He cried over the team's laughter, and shoved the sensor off of his stomach.
"Oh, Reid, he's so cute and wittle!" She exclaimed, pouncing Reid and pressing a big kiss to his forehead. Reid whined.
"You're talking about his… his…"
"Unmentionables." JJ snickered.
"Yeah. That." Reid grumbled, looked very disgruntled. He looked down when the nurse drew some blood from his arm. Dr. Tsai just smiled, cleaning the gel from Reid's stomach.
"I want to keep you overnight for observation. As long as everything remains normal, you can go home in the morning."
"Not to work?" Reid asked immediately.
"We'll see." Dr. Tsai said. "But for now I want you to rest. It's late."
"… Can Aaron stay?" Reid asked, softly. Dr. Tsai eyed Reid, and his pleading puppy eyes.
"Alright."
Half an hour later, Haley slipped into the dark room. Hotch was sitting on the bed, looking exhausted. He was leaning against the headboard, and Reid was resting his head in the man's lap, curled up on his side. One of Hotch's hands was rubbing soothing circles over the boy's distended stomach. Haley smiled.
"He's sleeping?"
"… Just barely." Hotch whispered. "Despite that sedative, the baby wakes up and starts moving around this time of night… Rubbing Spencer's stomach sometimes makes the baby calm down." He said, looking down at his own hand on Reid's belly. Haley smiled, slowly taking a seat. "Is your sister watching Jack?"
"Yeah. I uh… I told her."
"Everything?"
"Yes."
"… I see."
"She doesn't understand how I can… happily take in your child by another. But… she's happy for me. She knows I've wanted another baby."
"… I'm sorry." Hotch breathed. Haley reached out and laid her hands over his hand on Reid's belly.
"I love you, Aaron." She said, softly. "And… you're giving me this gift. And I have to admit it… it's hard not to love Spencer, too."
"I can't thank you enough." Hotch said to the woman. She just smiled.
"Get some rest. You're exhausted."
"You too. Go home to Jack."
"I will. I'll stop by in the morning, Aaron."
"Give Jack a hug from me."
"I will." She said, and slipped out of the room with a last "goodnight."
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