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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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Reid sighed and stared at the kitchen counter. In front of him were several pill bottles. Haley had gone out and bought him several different vitamins and supplements and had gotten two of those stupid plastic containers with seven compartments, each labeled with a day of the week. Haley herself had labeled the first one 'MORNING' and the second one 'EVENING'.
"Dear God… she has me taking eleven pills a day!" Reid muttered to himself. "I'm pregnant, not dying!" But he sighed and opened the first container, taking the pills out and pouring himself a glass of milk, making a face. They had taken away his coffee, dammit! Oh well. As soon as he got to work he would head straight for the coffee machine. And if they tried to stop him… well… They would see a side of him that they had never seen before, and would never want to see again. And if they tried to make him eat spinach, Heaven help them.
Reid chuckled to himself, turning his thoughts back to his coveted coffee as he drank the milk. If they tried to take if away from him, they would probably have to take his gun away too. He was very likely to use it.
He giggled to himself at the mental image of throwing a tantrum at the BAU, waving a coffee cup in one hand, and a revolver in the other, SWAT crouched behind and under desks in the bull pen while Rossi and Morgan tried to talk him down, and the women were trying to explain to the higher ups that he was just being hormonal… In his mental scene, Garcia was shouting in Strauss' face, "My baby's PREGNANT, dammit!" while HE was screaming "I want Starbucks here in FIFTEEN MINUTES or I'll start shooting!" Rossi, taking part of lead negotiator, would be telling him to calm down, they can reach some sort of agreement.
"Pretty Boy, it's all gonna be okay man," Morgan was saying, and Hotch looked ready to beg on his knees.
"Spencer, PLEASE! You KNOW what the doctors said about stress!"
And then Reid saw himself flipping out screaming "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, AARON! YOU did this! YOU got me pregnant and YOU are trying to take away my coffee, dammit!"
Reid giggled again and finished the milk, then turned and stared at the bowl of fruit that Haley had brought over. He was expected to eat at least one piece of fruit every morning with his milk and pills. He scowled. They didn't want him to eat the donuts that people often brought to the office. He was to have wheat toast instead.
"Screw that…" He grumbled. He would shove their wheat toast and bran muffins up their over-protective asses.
"Ready to go?" He turned when Hotch walked in, fixing his tie.
"Yeah." Reid said, putting his glass into the sink.
"Did you eat your fruit?" Hotch asked. Reid blinked at him, frowning. "… Take it to go."
"Jeeze…" Reid groaned, snatching a banana from the bowl and heading for the front door, picking up his messenger bag, shoving his cell and credentials into his pockets and fixing his gun to his belt. Then he pulled on his coat, wrapped his purple scarf around his neck and headed out the door, banana clutched in his fist. Hotch followed, smiling to himself in mild amusement at his hormonal mate.
It was Monday. Hotch had spent every moment of the weekend with Reid. A week had passed since Reid had gotten his earth shaking diagnosis. And his frayed nerves were finally smoothing and settling. He was still freaked out by his condition, but he was now finally beginning to calm down about it. He had a doctor's appointment this morning before work, and he wasn't whining or resisting. As they drove to the doctor's office, Hotch reached out and laid a hand on Reid's thigh. Reid blinked and looked at the man, his mouth full of banana. Hotch just smiled at him.
"… I love you." He said, and Reid blushed slightly, slouching down in the seat and absently rubbing his stomach. Hotch smiled slightly. Last night was the first time Reid had let Hotch really look at his stomach, and touch it…
XXXXX
Hotch looked up as Reid came out of the bathroom in his pajama pants and drying his wet hair. Hotch watched Reid walk around to his side of the bed and sit down on the edge. Hotch closed the case file in his hands and set it on the bedside table. He reached out as Reid tossed his towel in the direction of the laundry hamper and laid his hand on the bare shoulder. Reid paused, then slowly turned and looked at Hotch. The man offered him a loving smile. Reid blinked, then slowly drew his legs up onto the bed. He only paused a moment before sliding closer and burying himself into Hotch's arms, cuddling close to his chest. Hotch enveloped Reid in his embrace and held him close, gently stroking his damp hair.
Reid relaxed, closing his eyes and purring softly, nuzzling his cheek against the man's chest, right over his heart. Hotch smiled at that. Reid hadn't allowed himself near the man like this since he was told he was pregnant. And especially not without his shirt. The boy who normally slept naked when he was sharing a bed with his lover had been wearing boxers, t shirt and pajama pants. Hotch's hands tingled at feeling the warm, bare skin again.
"I love you, Spencer…" He murmured.
"… love you too…" Reid breathed. They sat there for a long time, Hotch just holding his lover, feeling the fragility that Reid tried to hide from everyone… He always tried to seem strong. Hotch knew how insecure Reid felt being surrounded day in and day out by law enforcement personnel, every one of which could probably get the better of him in a physical confrontation. Only with Hotch would Reid completely let his shields down, allowing himself to be completely immersed in the loving, protective strength of his lover.
Finally, Reid began to stir in Hotch's arms, searching for a more comfortable position. Hotch allowed him to do whatever he wanted. Reid ended up sitting before Hotch between his legs, leaning against his chest, his head resting on the elder's shoulder. Hotch had his arms wrapped around Reid's shoulders, and he pressed a kiss to the messy brown hair. His eyes drifted down Reid's torso and landed on his stomach.
It was true… Reid's flat belly wasn't flat any longer. It wasn't large either, not by any means. But it was more full than it usually was. Any smaller and it would look like Reid had just over eaten. Hotch's fingertips tingled… He slowly slid a hand down Reid's chest. The boy sucked in a breath and tensed, seizing Hotch's wrist, halting his progress. The man stopped, feeling the body he was holding tremble.
"… Shhh…" He hissed, and began moving his hand down again. Reid tightened his grip on Hotch's wrist, then whimpered and let go. And then Hotch was running his hand over his lover's belly. Reid shivered and his hands fell to grip the man's thighs on either side of him.
"Spencer…" Hotch murmured. "It's okay. I won't hurt you."
"… I know." Reid whispered. Slowly he relaxed, staring down at the large, strong hands that were resting on his stomach, the fingers gently tracing small circles over the soft skin.
"I can't believe that… There's a baby… inside of me." Reid breathed, his voice barely audible. "And… That its yours." Hotch smiled, kissing the top of Reid's head.
"… And you're sure that you want to put it up for adoption?"
"… I… Do you want to… keep it?"
"… I might…" Hotch said, slowly. "But… I think your reasoning is correct. Neither of us are willing to give up our jobs. It's who we are." Reid nodded. "And with you being male… the stress that it would put on you, and the baby when it's older... I mean, if people knew…"
"I would be a fuckin' celebrity." Reid grumbled. "Some people would see me as a miracle, others an abomination. An insult to God. Hell, people would probably think the baby was the Antichrist." Hotch snorted at that. "… It's for the best." Reid sighed.
"I know." Hotch murmured, and hugged Reid tightly. "I know… It's what is best for you, and the baby. And me."
XXXXX
When Hotch and Reid reached the doctor's office, Reid signed in and sat down in a chair in the corner. Hotch sat down next to him, staring down at his knee. It was bouncing, rapidly.
"Calm down." He told him, laying a hand on his knee. Reid stopped and fidgeted with his hands, eyes darting around nervously. "It's okay." Hotch chuckled. "Just a routine checkup."
"This is HARDLY routine!" Reid laughed incredulously. "It's a prenatal checkup. I'm not supposed to be able to get pregnant, remember?"
"At least you're not freaking out at the idea anymore."
"Oh, I am!" Reid exclaimed. "Inside, I'm still telling myself to wake up!" Hotch chuckled, leaning over and kissing his cheek.
"It's okay." He assured him. "Do you want me to call Haley? You seem to calm down whenever you talk to her."
"No offense Hotch, but I'm here for a checkup because I'm pregnant with YOUR child. I really don't want to talk to your ex-wife right now."
"You haven't had a problem before."
"I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop."
"What do you mean?"
"She hates me!"
"No she doesn't!" Hotch laughed, trying to still the knee that had started bouncing again.
"Have you FORGOTTEN how she reacted when she found out about us? She blew her top! Like Vesuvius! And we were BOTH caught in her deadly pyroclastic flow! Like Pompeii and Herculaneum!"
"What's with the detailed volcano references?" Hotch laughed.
"… Not to mention she thinks you're robbing the cradle."
"REID!"
"I'm just saying! She is NOT happy about us and then when she hears I'm pregnant with YOUR child, she goes all NICE? It's NOT normal! She should hate me even more!"
"Reid…" Hotch sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Please…"
"Spencer Reid?" The nurse called.
"Thank God." Hotch grumbled, and the pair stood and followed the nurse to an exam room.
"… I'm sorry." Reid mumbled, looking embarrassed.
"It's alright. You're just being hormonal." Hotch said casually, grinning at the death glare he was getting from his gravid mate. They stepped into the room and the nurse instructed Reid to get undressed and put on one of those accursed paper gowns. Reid whined and bitched but did as he was told, and when the nurse came back she had him step up onto the scale, explaining that they were expecting to see rapid weight gain, and wanted to see progress every single week. When the nurse saw no significant increase, she proceeded into scolding Reid and inquiring as to what he was eating, how often and in what quantities.
Hotch just sat in the chair in the corner and smiled, listening to the nurse continue to ask questions, not reacting to the increased agitation in Reid and ignoring the smart assery that was beginning to take form in his answers to said questions. By the time the nurse was taking his blood pressure, the boy was being down right waspish. The nurse set a cold look on Reid, then shot Hotch a glance. Hotch grinned, seeing the patient tolerance sparkling in the nurse's eyes as she tossed him an amused wink as she shoved a thermometer into Reid's mouth, effectively shutting him up. And Reid knew that was half of the purpose of it, so he GLARED.
"Oh, stop it." Hotch laughed. "You're acting like a child!" Reid turned the glare onto Hotch. The nurse took the thermometer when it beeped and scribbled in Reid's chart.
"Alright. The doctor will be right in." She said, and left the room. Reid crossed his arms with a huff, making Hotch chuckle. Reid glared at him again. The man didn't meet his look, he just picked up a magazine and started to flip though.
"Dr. Reid!" Came the greeting as the door opened and Reid's new doctor walked in. She was a tall woman (about two inches taller than Reid) with long dark brown hair that she had knotted up on top of her head, dark brown eyes and small round wire-framed glasses. She held out her hand, her red nails neatly manicured, and Reid accepted it.
"I'm Dr. Valerie Tsai. As I'm sure you know, I'm an Obstetrician/Gynecologist and I specialize in working with those who are looking at possible extreme complications with their pregnancies. The reason YOU were referred to ME specifically is that I also have a background in Urology. I began in basic reproductive medicine for both men and women, but found that I liked working with them AFTER conception."
Reid smiled. "You graduated High School at sixteen and entered medical school at twenty."
"And you graduated High School at twelve and had three PhD's by twenty. I think you beat me, Dr. Reid." And the pair chuckled with each other.
"I don't have the stomach to poke around in someone's insides." Reid snickered. "It's good to meet you."
"And you. I must say, when your physician called me to tell me your case, I thought he was playing a practical joke on me." She admitted. Reid gave her a shy smile.
"Believe me… I wish it was."
"… I can only imagine what you're going through with this. Pregnancy is life altering, regardless, but for you I'm sure it… rocked your entire world."
"… Crumbled down around me for a while, there." Reid confessed. She smiled, nodding and taking a seat on her stool, crossing her legs.
"So tell me, then… how are you adjusting?"
"… Okay, I guess." Reid said, shrugging. "I mean… I guess I've always been pretty good at adapting, but… This has been pretty hard to wrap my mind around."
"I can only imagine." Dr. Tsai said, nodding. Her eyes were focused on Reid, and filled with concern and empathy. "Well… I'm here to tend to your physical condition. If you feel that you need psychological support, I can recommend a doctor specializing in pre and post natal psychological health and support. She's very good."
"No, that won't be necessary, thank you." Reid said.
"Are you sure? Considering your unusual circumstances, I really would advise it." Dr. Tsai pressed.
"If you have her card, we'll take it and see how things go." Hotch said. She turned and looked at him, then nodded.
"I'll see you get it, Mr…?"
"Agent Hotchner." Hotch said. "I'm Dr. Reid's Supervisor." She took his hand and gave him a funny look.
"… He's also the uh… the father." Reid mumbled. Hotch glanced at him, then looked back at the woman, who still hadn't released his hand. She was smirking.
"I had a feeling. Supervisor, hm? Shame on you." She scolded, her eyes sparkling in humor, letting Hotch know that she wasn't being serious. "How long have you two been sexually active together?"
"Uh… a year and a half." Hotch said.
"… One year, seven months and twenty seven days." Reid blurted. Hotch and Dr. Tsai stared at him. He blinked, then flushed and looked away. Hotch blinked back, then chuckled, shaking his head. Dr. Tsai smiled.
"Well. Anyway… this is going to be new territory for all of us. A lot of this will have to be 'learn as we go'. Obviously, there are no other cases for me to reference with you, Dr. Reid." Dr. Tsai said. "After all… I can't exactly perform a vaginal exam on you." Reid's eyes widened and he turned red. Hotch just sat back to enjoy the show. Dr. Tsai was laughing at Reid, gently chastising him for blushing at the mention of a vaginal exam in reference to him (even if vaguely).
"So… I would like to start with just a general abdominal palpation if you don't mind." She said, and Reid swallowed, then nodded. "Alright then. Do you want Agent Hotchner to stay?"
"Yes, please." Reid said softly.
"Okay then. Lie back, please." Biting his lip, Reid slowly lay back on the exam table. Dr. Tsai unfolded a sheet and laid it over his hips, then moved the thin paper gown aside. Hotch watched intently as she pressed her fingers into his lover's belly, slowly pressing and feeling everything. She frowned. "… Hm."
"Something wrong?" Hotch asked, concerned. She shot him a small smile.
"No, not at all." She told him. "Just like I said before… there's nothing for me to reference with this case… The uterus is a bit out of place, but of course, how am I to know if that is abnormal?"
"The fact that it's THERE is abnormal." Reid grumbled.
"… Touche." Dr. Tsai laughed, meeting amused looks with Hotch. "Well… best guess… everything feels normal…" She gave a firm prod and Reid yelped.
"That's my bladder!"
"And it's full. You can take care of that soon." The woman soothed, once again exchanging an amused glance with Hotch. "I want to see you put on more weight, Dr. Reid."
"Yes, ma'am." Reid sighed.
"Are you on any vitamins or supplements?" She asked, and Reid rattled off the list of medications that Haley had set up for him. She nodded, pulling on a pair of latex gloves. "Good. Keep that up. I'm going to do the internal exam now. Do you drink?"
"Not often." Reid said. "Don't really like alcohol." He stiffened a bit and squirmed when she pressed two fingers into him... he was mildly grateful that they kept the medical lubricant warm... Dr. Tsai continued speaking, and Hotch raised an eyebrow as Drs. Reid and Tsai continued their conversation as if one didn't have her fingers up the other's ass.
"Good. As you already know, this pregnancy has a lot of risks. I want you to minimize those risks and stay away from alcohol completely. Can you do that for me?"
"No problem." Reid said.
"And the same thing with cigarettes. You don't smoke, right?"
"No."
"Excellent. Watch the secondhand smoke, okay?"
"Okay."
"I'm sending you home with a diet plan." Dr. Tsai said, removing her fingers and peeling off the gloves, tossing them. Hotch watched them sail across the room and land neatly in the trashcan, then sighed when the conversation again continued as if Reid hadn't just had some woman's fingers up his behind. "I want to make sure you get enough of the proper nutrients and avoid certain things."
"I'm NOT giving up my coffee." Reid growled. Dr. Tsai raised an eyebrow and Hotch sighed.
"You will if she tells you to." The man said firmly.
"… I carry a gun and I know how to use it." Reid snarled.
"And most of the people you work with know how to disarm you. Don't push it."
Dr. Tsai laughed when Reid sputtered angrily, then huffed.
"What did you have for breakfast this morning, Dr. Reid?"
"… twelve ounces of skim milk, my vitamins, and a banana."
"No carbs, fats or proteins?"
"… There will be donuts at work."
"Donuts don't count, Dr. Reid. I want you to get something better in your belly." And she gave said belly a little pat, then focused her attention on his chest. "I should warn you… with the hormone levels you have in your system, there is a possibility of lactating."
"WHAT?" Reid yelped, bolting upright. He looked horrified.
"… your body may produce milk. You may be able to breast feed." Dr. Tsai said, bluntly. Hotch sat up when the color drained from Reid's face. Dr. Tsai also noticed this and laid a hand on his shoulder, prepared to steady him if necessary.
"… Oh God… This just gets better and better…" Reid groaned, leaning forwards and letting his face fall into his hands. Dr. Tsai laid her arm around the boy's shoulders, rubbing up and down his arm.
"It's okay, Dr. Reid." She said in a comforting, motherly tone. "Honestly, it's not even guaranteed. We don't know. We're playing this by ear, remember? And even if you do lactate, it will only be temporary."
"… When… When I have the baby…" Reid gasped. "Are… Are you going to be doing it?"
"… Yes, if you're okay with it." She said. Reid nodded.
"When… When it's time… I want you to… take them out."
"… You want a full hysterectomy?"
"… Yes."
"Alright." She said, nodding. "I was going to recommend that anyway. There's no telling what long term effects there could be for you."
"… I just don't want to get pregnant again!" Reid snorted. Dr. Tsai grinned.
"I think I can understand that thinking." She told him. "Alright now. Lie back please, I would like to run an ultrasound and see everything for myself if you don't mind."
"… Okay." Reid said and lay back, watching her turn on and prepare the machine. He shivered when she squirted the gel over his stomach and pressed the sensor to his skin. Hotch leaned forward, staring at the image appearing on the screen. Dr. Tsai did a full abdominal ultrasound, checking everything in the abdominal cavity. Then, she finally focused on the main event.
"There we go…" She said, sounding delighted. Reid stared at the screen, eyes wide. The next thing he knew there was a hand holding his, and he looked up at Hotch. The man smiled down at him, gently tucking hair behind his ear. Reid gave Hotch a tentative smile back, then turned nervous eyes back to the screen.
"Here's the heart." Dr. Tsai announced, pointing. Sure enough, they could see the tiny creature's heart beating. "Strong and even." She said, turning to look at the pair. "You have a healthy little one. I heard you didn't want to know the gender?"
"No." Reid said, averting his eyes from the image of his developing child. "I don't." Dr. Tsai nodded.
"Spencer… you should let her tell you." Hotch said. "Refusing to know the gender is just your way of trying to deny that it's there…"
"… Don't profile me, Aaron!" Reid snapped, momentarily reminding Hotch of his brother.
"… A agree with Agent Hotchner." Dr. Tsai said, suddenly. "I think that knowing if it's a boy or girl will help you bond with your baby."
"… I don't WANT to bond with it!" Reid cried out, now looking increasingly upset. "I… I don't WANT it at all! I never did!" Dr. Tsai looked at him, startled. "… I never wanted kids! Ever!" Tears breached his eyes, filled with his fear and frustration. "… I don't want this…"
Hotch quickly curled his arms around Reid and held him close, gently stroking his hair as Dr. Tsai silently cleaned the gel off of Reid's stomach and put the ultrasound equipment away. Then she turned and looked at the couple. Once cleaned up, Reid had rolled onto his side on the little table and wrapped his arms around Hotch's waist, hiding his face in the man's stomach.
"Agent Hotchner."
"Yes?" He asked, looking at the woman.
"… I'm referring him to Dr. Melinda Blair. I think it's very important that he comes to term with his pregnancy and accepts it. Whether he's keeping the baby or not, it's important that he bonds with it." Reid whimpered into Hotch's shirt and shook his head. She glanced at him, then looked at Agent Hotchner. "I want him to start seeing her right away."
"No!" Reid shouted into his lover's belly, and Hotch glanced down at him.
"… I'll see that he goes."
"HOTCH!" Reid cried, recoiling and giving the man a betrayed look.
"She's right. This isn't healthy for you." Hotch said. "And if you don't, I'm taking you out of the field."
"… That's Blackmail!" Reid howled, angrily.
"I'm your boss. I'm letting you stay in the field as long as you are fit. And that means mentally as well as physically. You're my responsibility and I have to keep you safe. And if you can't accept your condition and its limitations, then I can't have you in the field. So… see Dr. Blair as often as they advise… or stay behind with Garcia."
"But Hotch!"
"That's the deal, Spencer. Take it or leave it."
"… I hate you." Reid hissed, anger burning in his eyes. Hotch just leaned over and kissed his forehead.
"Love you too, baby." He chuckled as Reid shoved him away. Dr. Tsai smiled in amusement.
"… Well… I'll let Dr. Reid get dressed. When you're done, please come down to my office. Second door to the left." And she left the room. Hotch sighed.
"Come on, Spencer." He said, handing the boy his clothes. Scowling, Reid dressed quickly and the pair headed down to Dr. Tsai's office. She was scribbling in Reid's medical chart. They sat down and waited. Finally, she set her pencil down and looked up with a smile.
"Well… so far, PHYSICALLY everything seems fine." She said, and turned her eyes onto Reid. "I want to see you back once a week as your job permits. I want to see some proper weight gain and in a couple of weeks, I want to run blood work and another Urinalysis. I will also be receiving reports from Dr. Blair. I want you to see her within the next couple of days." Reid scowled and pouted at that one as Hotch reached out to accept the card that Dr. Tsai was offering.
"He will." Hotch said, tucking Dr. Blair's card into the breast pocket of the coat of his suit. "Thank you, Dr. Tsai."
"You're very welcome. It was wonderful to meet both of you."
"I assume I don't have to tell you that this case is… strictly confidential."
"… I know. When Dr. Reid's case was referred to me I got a very… stern letter from the Bureau." She said, eyes glittering in silent laughter as she picked up said letter and waved it. "I believe that revealing anything about Agent Reid's condition would be a Federal Crime, now."
"Exactly." Hotch said, a grateful smile on his face. "For Spencer's sake, this can NOT become public knowledge."
"Believe me, I understand. I can only imagine the reactions there would be. My lips are sealed. I cannot hide the fact that I have a pregnant male in my care for long, but I will protect his identity. This in mind, I would like to give you a keycard." And she held it out. Hotch took it. "To preserve his anonymity, I think it would be best if from now on you used the Staff Only parking garage and elevators. That way, no one will see you come and go. This will be more important as Dr. Reid's physical changes become more and more noticeable."
"Thank you." Hotch said with a nod. None of them could have guessed that they had already been followed and observed on their first visit.
"Also, considering the unique nature of his case, and his high risk for complications, I'm giving you my personal home and cell numbers. I am going to be on call for him every moment until he delivers. I will also be putting his home address into my GPS so that if you need me to make an emergency house call, I can be there quickly."
"… I appreciate it." Hotch said, taking her business card with her personal numbers scribbled on the back. "I know you don't have to do this."
"As I said… He's high risk and we don't know what additional complications he may have simply because he's male. I don't want to take any risk. I want you to call me any time, day or night, if you even THINK something might be wrong."
"I uh… I really can't thank you enough for this." Hotch said, shaking her hand as they both stood. After a moment, Reid stood and shook her hand as well.
"Take care of yourself, Dr. Reid. Take it easy in the field, please." She said. Reid nodded.
"I will. Thank you." He said, and followed Hotch out of the office. He was silent the entire way down to the car, and the entire drive to the BAU. Hotch was equally silent. He wasn't going to play Reid's game. Reid was waiting for HOTCH to start the conversation so that HE could start complaining. They got to work and Reid got out of the car before Hotch even had the engine shut off. The man rolled his eyes and got out, following Reid. But with his long legs, the boy had a big head start. Hotch eyes widened when Reid stepped into the elevator and hit the 'Close Door' button.
"Hey!" The man shouted, when the doors closed on him when he was ten feet away. "… Little bastard!" He hissed, fuming in his anger. Sure, the kid was angry. But that was just rude and childish and… AHG! He took a deep breath and pushed the button, summoning the other elevator. He was NOT going to let Reid get to him. He was cranky. He had every right to. But Hotch wasn't going to give him the reaction he wanted. He was NOT going to get angry at him, or yell at him.
He got into the elevator when it arrived.
Across the garage, the watching man smirked and drove away.

Reid stepped out of the elevator and walked across the floor towards the glass doors to the Bull Pen, pushing them open and stepping in.
"Hey, Pretty Boy!" Morgan called. "Where's Hotch?"
Reid didn't answer. He went STRAIGHT for the coffee machine and poured himself a large mug, stirring in a large amount of sugar while snatching a donut and biting into it.
"Hey." JJ said, walking over. "How was your appointment?"
"… Fine." Reid said shortly, turning and walking to his desk. The elevators opened and Morgan and Prentiss watched as Hotch stepped out, looking thoroughly annoyed. But he didn't say anything. He just glanced at Reid, then went to his office. Prentiss and Morgan glanced at each other, then looked at Reid. He was sitting back in his chair, sipping his coffee and working on his paperwork. After about thirty minutes, he began to get restless and fidgety. Morgan and Prentiss glanced at each other again. Fifteen minutes later, Reid suddenly stood and scurried out of the bull pen, heading for the bathroom. Morgan fixed a questioning glance on Prentiss.
"… He's pregnant." She said, shrugging. The man frowned and cocked his head in thought, then just mimicked the woman's shrug and got back to work. A moment later, Reid shuffled back into the bull pen. He stood in the middle of the bull pen, chewing his lip, then fixed determined eyes on Hotch's office and strode purposefully towards the door. Morgan and Prentiss watched him go. Reid stepped into the office and closed the door behind him.
Hotch looked up. "… Reid." He said, simply. Reid took a deep breath.
"… I'm sorry." He breathed. Hotch blinked and set his pen down. He had only just barely heard the boy. He watched the boy let out his breath in a long, shaky sigh. Then Reid reached out and closed the blinds on the window of Hotch's office.
Out in the bull pen, Morgan and Prentiss met amused, knowing looks.
Hotch slowly stood and crossed his office, walking up to Reid who was still leaning against the door.
"I am SO sorry…" Reid gasped, staring at the elder's shoes. Then there were gentle hands on his face, guiding him into looking Hotch in the eyes.
"… Maybe you should take some time off." Hotch murmured. "Until you—"
"No." Reid gasped, shaking his head slightly. "No, Hotch, I want to stay here at work, I just—"
"Shhh…" Hotch shushed him gently, then kissed him. Reid tensed, then mewled into the man's mouth, slumping against him and curling his arms around the man's neck. Hotch couldn't help intensifying the kiss, holding the warm, trembling body against his own. Then, he heard Reid lock the door.
"Ah… Aaron… please…" Reid pleaded softly, and the pair stumbled across the room towards Hotch's desk. "I'm so sorry… I love you… I love you… I'm sorry…"
"It's okay, baby." Hotch gasped into the boy's mouth. "It's okay… I'm not mad…" And his hands moved over Reid's hair and face, as did his lips. Reid slid onto the man's desk wrapping his legs around his hips, and hands fumbling at the man's belt. Hotch leaned forwards, forcing Reid to lean back. His legs around Hotch's waist tightened, and the elder gasped as long fingers stroked his newly-freed manhood.
He gripped Reid's hips and pulled him off of the desk, then turned him around and placed a hand between his agent's shoulder blades, bending him over the desk. Reid whimpered, laying his hands down on the warm, smooth surface of the wood on either side of his head, eyes fluttering when a hand reached around him to work on his belt.
"I love you Aaron…" Reid gasped, eyes glistening with tears. "I'm sorry."
"And I told you. I'm not mad. You have nothing to be sorry for." Hotch said with a smile, sliding Reid's pants down just far enough to allow him access. He turned and pulled a bottle of lotion from his desk drawer and squirted some over Reid's backside.
"That's COLD!"
"Sorry."
"I hate it when you do that, you asshole!" Reid cried. Hotch just rolled his eyes.
"Stop being hormonal and hush." He said.
"… Jerk… Just… just hurry!" Reid pleaded. Hotch smirked, scooping up some of the lotion and smearing it over his erection, then shoving two fingers up into Reid's body. The boy moaned loudly, clenching around the invading digits and shoving back into them.
"You know…" Hotch murmured. "I hear that a lot of women say that sex is better when they're pregnant."
"… Nnnh… It's because... their blood volume increases by about 40%. There's more blood flow so sensations are stronger. But I'm… Not a woman." Reid panted.
"I know… I was just wondering if it would be better for you…" Hotch hissed, then removed his fingers and replaced them with his erection. Reid groaned loudly in appreciation, digging his fingernails into the surface of the man's desk and pressing back against the man's hips, taking his lover's erection into himself further. Hotch watched the pale blush creeping up Reid's cheeks and his fluttering eyes, smirking as they rolled back a bit. Hotch gripped Reid's hips, then rolled his own. Reid moaned, firmly pressing back into the stimulation. After a few long moments of this, Hotch began to rock back and forth, pleasuring his lover with gentle, shallow thrusts.
"… Are you going to close the elevator on me again?"
"… Depends whether or not you do something to deserve it…" Reid snorted.
"Wrong answer." Hotch said, and froze his movements. Reid whined loudly.
"No! I won't!" He cried out. "Please!"
"That's better." Hotch said, taking up his thrusts again. Reid gasped in delight, writhing under his lover's hands. "And will you co-operate and see Dr. Blair?"
"I don't NEED to see Dr. Blair!" Reid howled. Hotch immediately froze again. "… AARONNNNUH!" Hotch chuckled at that.
"You DO need to. And you WILL. Even if I have to drag you there myself."
"… Rnnng… Try it!" Reid snapped. Hotch smirked, then seized Reid's wrists and jerked them behind the boy. Reid froze, eyes wide when he felt handcuffs close around his wrists. "… Hotch?" He squeaked. Hotch seized Reid's shoulders and pulled him to stand upright. Reid whimpered at the tingles that the position change sent through him. "A-Aaron…" A hand slid around to the front of his hips and fondled his lust-swollen genitals.
"So… About seeing Dr. Blair?"
"… I don't want to!" Reid cried, then let out a wail as the man squeezed his scrotum with one hand and caressed his stomach with the other.
"Yes. You are." Hotch hissed into Reid's ear before beginning to nibble it. Reid wriggled against him, struggling for more stimulation. Hotch growled, then stepped back, removing his hands from Reid and allowing his member to slip from Reid's body with a wet, slick sound.
"Hotch!" Reid yelped when the man seized him by the back of the neck and dragged him around his desk, the boy's pants falling around his ankles. Hotch shoved the chairs before his desk out of the way with his foot, then shoved Reid to his knees. Reid whimpered, bowing his head and squirming, his erection straining in the cool air.
Hotch circled him, slowly.
"Aaron, please…" Reid begged.
"You know what I want from you."
"… Aaron… I don't need a therapist!"
"Your attitude isn't healthy, Spencer. Dr. Tsai is right. Whether you're keeping the baby or not, you need to acknowledge that it is YOUR child, and you need to bond with it."
"But… Aaron… I… I…" He trailed off and sighed. "Okay."
"What was that?"
"Okay!" Reid cried in frustration. A moment later, Hotch was kneeling before Reid. He took the boy's face in his hands and lifted it up until their eyes met. Reid was crying. Again. Hotch blinked, then smiled and shook his head.
"You were being emotional before… but lately your mood swings have been ridiculous. You change as frequently as the weather in Texas!" Reid sniffled, and Hotch leaned over, kissing his forehead. "… I just want what's best for you… because I love you." And he pressed their lips together. Reid mewled, deepening the kiss and wiggling closer. Hotch stood, lifting Reid to his feet as well. He turned them around and pushed Reid back onto the sofa. Then he lifted Reid's legs over his shoulders and plunged his length into Reid's hot, pulsating channel. Reid threw his head back with a desperate cry, writhing under the intense sexual onslaught as Hotch pumped in and out of his body.
"Come on, Spencer…" Hotch hissed, pulling his agent's hips into his thrusts, then fisting the doctor's erection and stroking it firmly.
Reid threw his head back with a gasp, then turned his head to the side and grit his teeth, fighting back a scream as he reached the pinnacle of his pleasure. Then he lay there in near silence, feeling his lover bucking into his body in his quest to achieve his own release. A few minutes later, the elder man gasped. Reid felt the man's erection throb within him, injecting his semen into the youth's body.
The pair then collapsed onto the sofa in each other's arms, waiting to come down from their sexual highs. Hotch smiled slightly when his young lover purred, nuzzling the man's chest. He cuddled Reid close, running one hand over the boy's full stomach.
"… I love you." Hotch whispered. Reid opened clouded eyes and gave the man a sleepy smile. Hotch slowly drew back. He put Reid's pants back into place, but removed his belt, tie and shoes, then grabbed the blanket folded neatly on the back of the sofa and covered Reid with it. Then he put himself back together. He knelt and kissed Reid's cheek, then stood, straightened his tie and slipped out of his office, letting Reid sleep.
"… Can I help you with something?" Hotch asked, glaring at the team. Garcia was sitting on Morgan's desk, JJ was sitting at Reid's desk, and Rossi was standing in the walkway between the desks. Morgan and Emily were in their chairs, and everyone was staring at Hotch.
"… Everything okay?" Rossi asked, looking mildly amused.
"… It will be." Hotch sighed, walking down the stairs and over to the team. "Reid's doctor doesn't think he's… adjusting well. He's still refusing to know the gender of the baby. He's trying to get away with acknowledging the baby as little as possible, hoping to do just enough to keep us satisfied."
"… And?" Garcia asked.
"She's insisting that Reid see a therapist specializing in pre and post natal mental health. She wants this doctor to help Reid accept his condition, and the baby, and bond with it. And Reid is refusing. He and I were discussing this. I finally convinced him to see this therapist."
"… How?" Morgan asked, grinning. Hotch leveled a cold look on the man.
"That doesn't matter. The point is, he's agreed to get help."
"Where is he?" Emily asked.
"… Taking a nap." Hotch said. "When he wakes, JJ will brief us on our next case."
And Hotch turned and walked away. The team watched him go, then burst into laughter as soon as he was out of ear shot.
About an hour and a half later, the door to Hotch's office opened and a drowsy looking Reid shuffled out, yawning and rubbing his eye, looking very much like a young child.
"Awww… Aren't you precious?" Emily giggled, and Morgan grinned.
"Mornin, Pretty Boy." The man called. Reid stared at them, then flushed and scuttled across the bull pen, preparing himself a cup of coffee. He saw Hotch up in the round table room, so he walked up the stairs and into the room. Hotch turned and looked at him.
"… Hey."
"… Hey." Reid echoed. The team watched the pair through the windows. Reid shuffled up to the Unit Chief, head hanging. They watched as the team leader frowned and cocked his head. And then, a gentle smile appeared on his lips. He reached out and ran a hand over Reid's hair, smoothing the tousled curls before drawing the boy into his arms.
"… Ohh… They are so SWEET!" Emily cooed.
"Yeah yeah. Let's go. Case briefing." Morgan said, jumping out of his seat and heading for the meeting room. By the time they got there, Hotch and Reid were both in their seats, Hotch flipping through a file and Reid sipping his coffee.
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