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Growing Up Again	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 21443 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Re-Birth
- 2-Age 1
- 3-Age 2
- 4-Age 3
- 5-Age 4
- 6-Age 5 & 6
- 7-Age 7
- 8-Age 8
- 9-Age 9
- 10-Age 10
- 11-Age 11
- 12-Age 12
- 13-Age 13
- 14-Age 14
- 15-Age 15
- 16-Age 16
- 17-Age 17
- 18-Age 18
- 19-Age 19
- 20-Age 20
- 21-Age 21
- 22-Age 22
- 23-Age 23
- 24-Age 24
- 25-All Grown Up
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One Year Old

Hotch was pleasantly surprised to find that Reid only woke up once through the night. When he did, Hotch gave him a bottle, burped him, changed him and Reid went right back to sleep. Hotch had been too groggy to notice how much bigger he was, but when he was woken in the morning by baby gurgles, he was quite startled to see that little Spencer had doubled in size. And the diaper was straining.

But that took the back seat when he looked into the baby’s face. Little Spencer was playing with his toes, but when he noticed the man sitting up, he turned his large hazel eyes up onto Hotch’s face… and smiled.

Hotch’s eyes widened slightly, before a smile crossed his face as well, wide and beaming. This made Reid give a happy squeal, and he flailed his limbs in his excitement.

“Well… good morning to YOU!” Hotch chuckled, reaching into the little nest and picking the baby up. He leaned his head back as little hands played with his face, grabbing his nose and lips, and a little finger nearly poking him in the eye. “Let’s get you changed and dressed, hm?” Hotch asked, going into the bathroom and grabbing one of the larger diapers. He was smiling the entire time, listening to the happy coos and grinning when Reid reached for the baby powder.

“Hey now… let me do that.” Hotch snorted, powdering the little tush before securing the diaper on the baby.

Then he looked at the clothes that Garcia had brought from Haley. He picked out an outfit that made him smile. He remembered when dJack was that small… He put the green shorts on Reid, and the blue t-shirt with little green frogs followed. Then he picked up the baby, kissed his forehead and headed downstairs.

“Ready for breakfast?” Hotch asked and the baby babbled quietly, looking around in keen interest. When they reached the kitchen, Hotch suddenly stopped. A dismayed look overcame his face. “… A high chair!” He groaned.

“Aaah!” Reid said, happily. Hotch turned and eyed the infant, then smiled and shook his head. Then he went over to the counter where a couple jars of baby food were with a few little spoons.

“Alright…” He sighed. “… Bananas. That sounds good for breakfast.” And he grabbed the little Gerber jar and a spoon and went to the table. He sat Reid down right on top of the table and opened the jar, scooping a little food onto the spoon. Then he poked the spoon into Reid’s mouth between babbles.

The baby jerked and recoiled, looking startled and insulted, before making a face at the taste of the food on his tongue. He blinked large eyes at Hotch before mashing teething gums up and down and swallowing. Then, he looked contemplative. With a smile, Hotch spooned up more baby food, and after a moment, the baby opened his mouth expectantly.

“God, I wish Jack had been this easy.” Hotch grinned, poking the food into Reid’s mouth again.

The baby grimaced, but once he had swallowed he opened his mouth again. By the third spoonful he had stopped making faces and was opening his mouth eagerly, much like a baby bird.

Hotch chuckled. “Oh… now we like it, hm?”

“MM-AH!” Reid announced, smacking his little hands on the table top.

“Mmmm!” Hotch agreed, grinning as the tiny mouth opened again; he quickly filled it.

In the end Reid ate every bit of the baby food, and after Hotch pacing around, holding him and rubbing his back, he let out a belch that would have made Morgan proud. Then, Hotch put him down to make and eat his own breakfast. Before he knew it, Reid was crawling around happily, and using chairs to pull himself up into a standing position. Hotch gave him a couple of pots and pans and cooking utensils, and then prepared his breakfast to the cacophony of Spencer Reid banging them around.

Occasionally, a loud crash made him wince and look down, but the baby would just give him a smile as he brought the ladle down on the soup pot over and over, laughing in delight. And Hotch could only smile and shake his head and go back to making his cereal and toast.

Hotch was almost finished eating when there was a knock on the door.

Reid gasped and let the ladle clatter to the floor, and before Hotch knew it, Reid was shuffling across the kitchen floor on all fours, blowing raspberries and spit bubbles. Hotch stood and followed, finding the baby at the front door.

“… How did you know?” Hotch asked, baffled. He looked through the peephole and smiled, then cracked the door open. “Good morning, Penelope.” He greeted.

“… Are you decent?” Garcis asked, eyeing the barely open door.

“For the most part. Spencer’s in the way.” Hotch said, and Garcia looked down. A moment later, a little chubby face peered around the door and looked up at for. Then, a little mouth split into a smile, and she was greeted with a happy squeal.

“Nananana!” Reid said, and Garcia grinned.

“Ohhh! Look how BIG you are!” She gasped in delight, and once Reid moved Hotch opened the door completely. Garcia immediately swept Reid up in her arms, covering his face with kisses. Reid gasped, startled, and turned to fix a stunned look on Hotch, who laughed at the shocked expression on the baby’s face.

“Come on in.” Hotch said. “I’m going to get changed.”

“Aw… why? How often can one say they’ve seen their boss in his pajamas?”

Hotch gave Garcia a look and headed upstairs.

Reid watched him go. When he disappeared, the brown eyes widened and a look of distress overcame little Spencer Reid. He whimpered. Then he whined. He turned and fixed a look on Garcia, pointing up the stairs, urgently. Then he turned and looked up again. “AH!” He cried, beginning to squirm as tears built up in his eyes. “AH-MAMA!!!”

“Ohhh… do you want Hotch, Sweet Pea?” Garcia cooed.

“Ahnn!” Reid wailed, insistently. “AHNN!”

“Oh, sweetie…” Garcia soothed when a big fat tear rolled down Spencer’s cheek. His lower lip stuck out and trembled. And then he began to cry. “Oh, honey!” Garcia held him close, kissing his red cheeks and running her hand up and down his back, but his crying grew louder and more insistent.

“AHNN!!!” He called miserably between his wails.

“Oh, come on…” Garcia told him, trying to calm him. She carried him into the living room and sat down on the sofa with him. When he struggled, she set him down on the floor. He immediately began to scuttle back the way they had come and made his way to the stairs, his cries quieting to little whimpers and sniffles.

“Ahnn?” He called up the stairs, and Garcia watched as he let out a little huff, scrunching up his face before beginning to climb. “Ahnn!” He called, struggling onto the first step. Garcia grinned, pulling out her video recorder and beginning to tape Reid’s ascent, carefully following after him to make sure he didn’t fall.

When he was about halfway up, Hotch emerged onto the landing and looked down.

“Oh, he wants you BAD, boss…” Garcia giggled. Hotch looked at Reid, and saw the look of distress melt away into a brilliant smile.

“Ahnn! AHNN!!!” Reid cried jubilantly, and doubled his efforts. He scrambled up the stairs as fast as he could, and as he neared the top Hotch knelt, grinning.

“Hey, Spencer.” He encouraged. “Come on… almost there!” At the man’s words Reid’s eyes lit up even more, and he began a funny little delighted panting. He reached the top of the stairs and scuttled forward on all fours, into Aaron Hotchner’s waiting arms.

“AHNN!” Reid cheered, and flung himself to the man’s chest, nuzzling close.

“Awwww…” Garcia squealed, watching Hotch stand, kissing the little head and running a hand up and down Reid’s back, feeling it rise and fall as the baby fought to catch his breath. “He wanted you so bad… the moment I put him down, he was BOOKIN’ IT!”

“Oh was he?” Hotch asked, smiling down at the baby who seemed perfectly content to be cuddled.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen our Junior G-Man move that fast for anything other than coffee…”

“MM-AH!” Reid exclaimed, sitting up and twisting around to look at Garcia, eagerly. “MM-AH!”

“What?” Hotch asked.

“Did I say the magic word?” Garcia chuckled. Reid just stared at her. “… Coffee?”

“MM-AH!”

“Oh good Lord…” Hotch chuckled, walking down the stairs with Garcia. “Just what I need. A baby on a caffeine high…”

There was a knock on the door.

“That would be Morgan.” Garcia announced. Hotch blinked.

“Did you invite the whole team?” Hotch asked, amused.

“… No.” Garcia said. “But Emily may or may not have invited herself.”

“Oh.” Hotch said as Garcia opened the door. “I see.”

“Hey!” Morgan announced, walking in. “How’s the little guy? Whoa! Look how much he GREW!”

“MA!” Reid chirped. “Ma Na!”

“Ma?” Morgan asked, grinning. “You tryin’ to say my name, Little Man?” And he reached out to take Reid from Hotch.

But Reid’s eyes widened and he flung his arms around Hotch’s neck. “AHNN!” He cried. “AHNN! AHNN!!!”

“Whoa, whoa… wha’d I do?” Morgan asked, backing off and looking back and forth between Hotch and Garcia.

“He did the same thing earlier.” Garcia said. “When Hotch left the room without him. He does NOT want to be taken from Hotch.”

“Awww…” Morgan chuckled, reaching out and ruffling Reid’s hair. Reid whimpered, looking scared that he would be taken from Hotch at any moment.

Garcia grinned and snapped a picture of the large eyes and pout, announcing “He is so CUTE!!!”

“Awww… you’re his daddy!”

“I most certainly am NOT.” Hotch said, looking slightly dismayed at the thought that he was his lover’s father.

“Look what I brought for him!” Garcia suddenly announced, and pulled something out of her purse. “Tadaaaa!” It was a DVD for babies, bragging that it helped the babies become more interested in their environment and want to learn. Morgan quirked an eyebrows.

“Oh, right, like we need to make him smarter.” He snorted, rolling his eyes.

“If it will keep him entertained long enough for me to go to the bathroom without him getting upset, I’ll take it.” Hotch announced, and Morgan chuckled.

“Great!” Garcia announced, and stuck it in the DVD player. A moment later, brightly colored balls began flying around a black screen while classical music played.

“… THAT’S supposed to entertain him?” Morgan scoffed, but then he looked at Reid. The baby had twisted around in Hotch’s arms and was staring at the screen, eyes wide and mouth hanging open in fascination. Hotch and Garcia laughed at the expression on Morgan’s face.

“Seems to be doing a good job.” Hotch commented, smiling down at Reid.

“So… what are you going to do with him?” Garcia asked.

“… What do you mean?”

“All day. What are you going to do with him?”

“… I dunno.” Hotch shrugged. “Maybe I’ll take him out to the back yard for a bit, let him play.”

“That’s it?!”

“He’s only a year old or so, Penelope.” Hotch pointed out. “He’s too young to do much. In three or four days, I can start taking him out and about to do other things.”

“Things will get fun in a week or so, Baby Girl.” Morgan said with a grin. “Alright, well… we just wanted to check up on you, Hotch. We have a case.”

“Thank you.” Hotch nodded, getting up and walking the pair to the door. “Call me if you need anything.”

“Ditto.” Garcia said with a grin, and the pair left. Hotch returned to the living room and sat down on the sofa. Spencer looked at him with a wide eyed expression, and eagerly pointed at the TV.

“You like that?” Hotch asked, grinning. Spencer just pointed again, smiling, then scrambled into the man’s lap. Chuckling, Hotch gave him a little hug. But within about thirty minutes, the classical music had put him into a doze. He didn’t sleep for long, only about an hour. When he woke, he changed a stinky diaper and then watched Reid crawl around the house for another hour. Hotch was able to amuse him with homemade baby toys… a colorful sock, a nearly empty bottle of sugar cookie sprinkles, and a wooden kitchen spoon.

Then Hotch changed Reid’s diaper and they played a rousing game of peek-a-boo for a few minutes before going down stairs and playing tag… Hotch could only imagine the looks that would be on his teams’ faces if they saw their Unit Chief happily crawling about on all fours pursuing or being pursued by a one year old baby, who was shrieking with laughter the entire time, especially when he lost sight of Hotch only to scramble around a corner and be grabbed with a loud “I GOTCHA!” and covered with kisses and tickles.

When Hotch had managed to wear out his young charge, he took him into the kitchen to make lunch. He himself had a sandwich, eating it between feeding Reid a bottle of baby food (peas) and a little bit of apple sauce. By the end of the meal Reid was whining, rubbing his eyes with little fists. Smiling, Hotch picked him up and cleaned his face, then carried him into the study.

“I think it’s nap time.” Hotch said, gently.

“Uhnnn!” Reid whined, shaking his head. But Hotch just smiled and walked over to the sofa, lying down with the baby on his chest and pulling the fleece throw over them both. Then, smiling, he watched as Reid simply stuck his thumb into his mouth, closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Hotch was not far behind.

And this was how Garcia found them late that afternoon. The team had flown out for a case that morning, but halfway through the flight had turned around… The UnSub they had been heading out to find had waltzed into the police department with a hostage, (ironically) demanding to know why the police hadn’t called in the FBI yet. He had given a full confession, with details, and Garcia had called the team back, giggling at some of the more colorful swears coming from them… she wasn’t sure who was more creative… Morgan or Rossi.

After ordering them back home, she headed out; there was nothing left for her to do at work. On her way back to Hotch’s house, she picked up some dinner for the man, knowing that he more than likely had his hands quite full. Wanting to surprise him, she let herself in, and immediately heard the snoring. Grinning to herself, she slipped into the study, and had to suppress a deafening squeal of delight. Instead, she settled for snapping several pictures.

The sound of the camera made the growing baby stir, and then big brown eyes blinked up at her. The thumb popped out of the tiny mouth which smiled.

“Ee-ya!” Reid chirped, making Hotch twitch slightly. “Ee-ya! Ee-ya! Ahnn! Ee-ya!”

“Whuh? Spencer?” Hotch mumbled, and opened his eyes.

“Ee-ya, Ahnn! Ee-ya!”

“Oh!!! He’s trying to talk!” Garcia exclaimed, startling Hotch from his nap..

“GAAH!” Hotch yelped, jumping. Little Spencer gave a big jump too, then stared at Hotch for a moment before he burst into tears from the scare. “Oh shit… no, Spencer…” The man crooned, gathering the baby into his arms and cuddling him, trying to soothe him. “I’m sorry, buddy…” And he stood and began to pace the room, murmuring softly and rubbing the small spine of the baby.

“Sorry…” Garcia offered, meekly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” Hotch looked at her, and nodded his acceptance of her apology.

“It’s alright, Garcia. What did you say about him talking?”

“Oh. Well… I think the noises he’s making are him trying to talk.”

“Of course they are. Babies babble.”

“No no! I mean, he looked at me and said ‘ee-ya’! I think he was trying to say ‘Garcia’. ‘Cia, ‘ee-ya’…”

“I see…”

“And ‘Ahnn’ is ‘Aaron’.” Garcia continued. “When you left him with me this morning and he started cry, he kept calling ‘Ahnn! Ahhn!’ I think he was calling YOU.” Hotch blinked at that, looking surprised and flattered.

“Oh… Spencer? Were you calling me?” The baby blinked up at him. “Were you saying ‘Aaron’?”

“Ahnn.” Reid mumbled softly, before resting his head on the man’s shoulder and basking in the loving cuddles.

“Awww… he’s such a little cuddle bug.”

“Yes he is.” Hotch chuckled. “What do I smell?”

“Oh!” Garcia gasped, and Reid perked up and looked at her. “I brought you dinner! I thought you would be worn out with the little guy.” Hotch blinked and stared at her.

“Thank you Garcia.” He said, offering her a smile. “That was very thoughtful, I appreciate that.”

“Mm-ah!”

“It is time for dinner, I think.” Hotch said, smiling at Reid’s proclamation that he took for hunger. “Let’s eat.” And they went into the kitchen. Hotch once again plopped Reid down in the middle of the kitchen table and Reid clapped his hands, eagerly. Garcia got Hotch’s food ready, and Hotch looked over the rest of the baby food.

“Hmmm… pureed chicken?” Hotch murmured.

“Oh, GROSS!!!” Garcia blurted.

“… Gah-woss!!!” Reid practically bellowed, slapping his hands down on the table top. Hotch and Garcia both turned and stared at the baby, eyes wide. Reid took in their thunderstruck expressions and laughed, slapping his hands down again. “Gah-woss!”

“Oh… I think I taught him a new word…” Garcia said, weakly.

“Great. Thanks.” Hotch drawled in a monotone voice, rolling his eyes as Reid repeated this new word over and over again. He walked over to the table and sat down, blinking when Garcia snatched the baby food from him and shoved a plate of pasta into his now empty hands. Hotch watched as she wrestled the bib onto Reid, opened the baby food and with his next announcement of ‘Gah-woss!’ she poked the loaded spoon into his mouth.

Reid jerked and recoiled, startled, making a face at the food. Especially when he began to mash it with his little jaws while giving Garcia and Hotch a very displeased look. The pair laughed, Garcia snapping another picture.

“I’m leaving you my camera.” She said, suddenly.

“Oh?” Hotch asked, twirling some pasta around his fork and shoving it into his mouth.

“Yeah.”

“For?”

“You to take pictures.”

“For?”

“I wanna make a scrapbook.” Garcia said with a smile. Hotch gave her a funny look, but then accepted the camera. Once dinner was done, Garcia bid Hotch and Reid goodbye, smiling at the baby who was covered in baby food. When everything was locked up, Hotch carried Reid upstairs and ran him a bath in the bath tub.

Reid was very co-operative, babbling quietly to himself while playing with a little rubber duck as Hotch bathed him. Then Hotch drained the tub and put Reid into a large diaper and pajamas, anticipating the growth that Reid would go through overnight, then locked him securely into the baby carrier (much to Reid’s chagrin) as he took a shower. And once he was all showered and in his own pajamas, he picked Reid up and carried him into the bedroom, resting him down into the little nest he had made for the baby. Then he lay down beside him, taking in the sweet little smile that the infant was offering him.

“I love you.” Hotch murmured, leaning down and gently kissing the baby’s forehead. “Sleep tight…” And he turned out the light and rested his head on the pillow, and his hand on Spencer’s chest, smiling as little hands played with his fingers for a bit before falling still as the baby drifted to sleep…
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