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Our Little Family	By : SpencerRemyLvr Category: X-men Comics > Crossovers Views: 2000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Not even the combined effort of his friends was enough to keep Spencer in bed once he woke back up. They momentarily distracted him from leaving by catching him up on what was going on, but it was only until they were done talking and then he was intent once more on leaving. Spencer didn’t bother yelling at them, or fighting what they said, or any of that. He simply climbed from the bed, adjusting his clothes, and started to make his way out of the lab. Remy walked with him, not saying anything, his hand resting on the small of Spencer’s back the entire time. Behind them came Hank, Logan, and Morgan.
When they were waiting for the elevator, Hank looked at Remy and asked “Would you offer us some assistance, Remy? He really should lie down a little longer!”
“Are y’ kidding me?” Remy snorted at them. “Y’ can win a fight with him when he shouts at y’, or when he’s arguing. But y’ aint gonna win when he gets like dis. I know I can’t stop him. De best I can do is go with him and make sure he’s ok.”
Spencer chose to ignore the implication that he couldn’t take care of himself. To argue that would open himself up to argue about other things. So he simply stayed quiet and let the bickering voices around him fade into the background. He knew his body better than any of them did and he knew what he could and could not handle. Did they really think he’d do anything that would put his boys in harm’s way? Fainting was a common enough problem with pregnancy and it wasn’t a cause to spend the day in bed. He knew, he just knew, they were all doing this because they were overly concerned for him and because this was a male pregnancy. Well, him being a man didn’t mean that he could handle things less than the average pregnant woman could.
That resolve carried him straight back to where all of this had started; his office. He continued to ignore the room as he sat behind his desk and picked up his phone. At least his followers fell silent when he started to dial. He held the phone to his ear, leaning his head back in his chair and sighing only slightly. There was a low grade headache that told him he needed to get something to eat and something to drink. The hands that suddenly appeared on either side of his head, fingers gently rubbing at his temples, were a wonderful help, though. Bless Remy for that.
Then Dr. Norman was answering on the other end of the line and Spencer was speaking with him, reassuring the man as to what was going on and letting him know that he wouldn’t be out there right now. He was frank with the doctor, explaining to him that he was pregnant and that travel this short notice wasn’t the best for him. After the congratulations were out of the way, Spencer did add in “But I will be making a trip within the next month, I think. I’d like to bring Remy and come visit Mom. I’m not sure about our schedules yet and I still need to speak with Remy about this, but I’d like to be able to see her and tell her this personally, not over the phone or in a letter.”
“Of course, Dr. Reid. I believe that your mother would benefit from a visit. You know she’s always happy to see you and your young man.”
After a few more pleasantries were exchanged, Spencer hung up the phone, slightly more relaxed than before. Closing his eyes, he took a moment and simply focused on the fingers still rubbing at his head, chasing away a bit of his headache. Later, when it was just him and Remy, they could talk about this. They could try and figure out what on earth William Reid hoped to gain from such a stupid move. And, from there, they could plan accordingly. But right now, that was the last thing Spencer wanted to do. It wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have in front of a whole room of people.
Remembering those others, Spencer cracked his eyes open and looked at the occupants of the room. Logan and Morgan were sitting on the couch, with Scott standing off to the side. Where had Hank gone and when had Scott shown up? Before he could say anything to them, his eyes caught on the package that Bobby had brought him. Curiosity had him sitting up a little bit straighter. Who on earth was sending him a package? “Morgan, would you bring me that box, please? Bobby was bringing that in before…before.” He trailed off, trying not to flush. No matter that it was a problem that was common in pregnancy; he still couldn’t help but feel embarrassed that he’d fainted.
Morgan grinned as if he had read that thought out of Spencer’s mind. That grin stayed in place while he got up and grabbed the box, bringing it over. “Pretty heavy gift, pretty boy.” He told him. A glance down at the package had him smirking. “Must be a gift from your family, Remy. It’s marked Louisiana.”
Remy cursed under his breath and moved his hands away from Spencer’s head as if to reach for the box. Frowning, Spencer smacked Remy’s hands out of the way and gestured to Morgan to set it down. He cast a glare at his lover. “Hands off, LeBeau. This is my gift. See?” He pointed to the label on it that clearly said his name. “It’s marked Spencer Reid, not Remy LeBeau. Keep your hands to yourself.”
“Dat’s m’ wife’s address!” Remy argued with him. “Dere’s no telling what dat femme put in dere.”
Scoffing, Spencer looked at the box, debating if there would be enough room in his lap. Deciding that no, there wasn’t, he carefully rose from his chair. “Do you really think she’d send something that would put the babies or I at risk?” Hands on the box, Spencer turned his head, slanting a look toward Remy. “We’re not the one’s she was mad at.”
“How’d she know to send something so fast? You guys just told her last night.” Scott asked as he made his way over toward the desk. Logan followed him so that the three men lined the other side of his desk. Spencer looked over at them and smiled. “Just because we spoke about it last night doesn’t mean that she’s only known since last night. She called me, mad that we hadn’t told her. That means that she already knew. So, she very well could have sent something off before then, or she could have overnighted this.”
He looked around as he spoke, trying to find something to cut the tape with. A soft flicking sound came from beside him and then Remy was reaching over, offering him the hilt of his knife. Spencer took it, leaning in and kissing him. “Thanks.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Rolling his eyes, Remy nonetheless smiled as he gestured to the package. “Just open de damn t’ing and let’s see what she’s sent. I’m almost scared, yeah.”
Spencer shook his head and then set about cutting the tape so that he could open the box. A flick of his wrist closed the knife before he handed it back to his partner. Then, eager, he unfolded the top flaps. The first thing in there was a letter. Spencer picked it up, passing it over to Remy. “Would you read it, Rems? Please?”
“D’accord.”
While Remy opened the letter, Spencer dug past the paper that lined the top, searching underneath. The first thing he pulled out was a container with a plastic bag inside that was full of…Spencer grinned. “Cajun cornbread mix.” He said, showing it to Remy. They both loved Belle’s cornbread. He set that on the desk while Remy started to read out loud.
“Remy and Spencer,
Here are some t’ings I been meaning to send to de two of y’. Dere’s some cornbread, some hot sauce, some more spices f’ y’, some red beans and rice, and some fish fry. Dat’s de t’ings f’ y’ two. De rest of it be f’ de little ones. Y’ take care of dese t’ings, y’ hear? Dey been in m’ family f’ a long time now. Seems right dat I pass dem along to y’, seeing as how dese are technically m’ babies too, oui?”
Morgan chuckled, watching Spencer put all the mentioned food onto the desk. “Her babies too, huh?” he teased.
That had Spencer pausing and looking up at his friend. “Well, she is married to Remy. So, his kids would technically be hers as well.” It seemed logical enough to him. Feeling that the matter was settled, he moved the next layer of paper in the box and reached for the last items. The room watched as everything about Spencer seemed to soften. He pulled out a large, crocheted grey and white baby blanket, holding it in his arms and staring down at it. “It’s so soft.” He whispered. Spencer stroked a hand over the soft knit blanket and listened as Remy finished reading out the letter.
“De blanket was mine when I was little and I hope y’ two enjoy it. De swaddling blankets were from m’ childhood as well. Dere’s another package dat’ll be on de way soon enough, husband. Y’r Tante Mattie has a few t’ings she’s sending y’r way. Was her dat put de bag at de bottom of de box. Don’t y’ touch dat, Spencer. Y’ let husband handle it. Husband, y’ look at dat and y’ll know what to do. Y’ put dem t’ings up in de babies room. Je t’aime, husband, husband-to-be. Belle.”
Remy set the letter down and moved over, reaching down into the box to shift past the swaddling blankets to look at the bag at the bottom. One look and he knew what it was. He let the blankets fall back on top and slowly started to put the other items in there. Still holding the blanket, Spencer watched him for a moment. He had a feeling he knew what was in the bag. Most likely, since it had been sent by Mattie, it would be some kind of charm for the children. Something for love, or luck, or protection. There were quite a few beliefs that Mattie had, and in turn so did Remy, that Spencer may not have believed in himself, but he would never dream of mocking them in his partner. So, he kept quiet, knowing that this was one of those things that he didn’t need to worry about.
Instead, he contented himself with stepping back and unfolding the blanket, letting it hang down from his hands. It was beautifully crocheted and was extremely soft. It would be a perfect blanket for sitting in a rocking chair, rocking the little ones to sleep. Or lying out on the floor for them to crawl on and lay on. “I’ll have to call her and thank her. This…it’s all wonderful.” To Spencer’s utter embarrassment, tears gathered in his eyes. He dropped his head down a little and bundled the blanket back up in his arms, trying not to let the others see his tears. It felt silly to be crying over a gift. He brought one hand up, swiping it over his cheek to catch a few of the tears.
Suddenly Remy’s hand was there, holding a hankie, wiping away the few tears that had escaped. His sweet gesture only seemed to bring on more, though. Spencer cradled the blanket to him and sniffed slightly. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled with embarrassment. “It’s silly, I know.”
“Non, mon amour. Aint silly at all.” Giving up on wiping the tears, Remy just reached out and pulled him in for a hug. Spencer gave up the fight he was obviously losing; curling in against Remy, he let the tears fall as they wanted while Remy rocked them slowly. Little flutters ran around his stomach and had him smiling through his tears. He couldn’t really think of anything to say, so he settled for pressing a kiss to the side of Remy’s neck and whispering “I love you.”
The arms around him tightened for a second. “Je t’aime aussi, Spencer. De three of y’, y’r m’ world. M’ everyt’ing.”
His damn tears flowed a little faster at that. Spencer let out a watery chuckle and brought a hand up to wipe at his face. He pulled away from Remy, still cleaning his face off, and gave another chuckle. “Ok, ok. Enough of this or I’m never going to stop.” He said jokingly. He smiled and waved his hand at the room. “All of you, go find something to do. Give me a little while in here, ok? I’ve got a few things to wrap up. You too, Mister.” The last he directed at Remy. “Go on, or I’m never going to mellow out enough to finish what I need to do. I’ve just got a few documents to send off and then I’m done, I promise.”
Remy reached up and took a hold of Spencer’s chin. “Y’ promise me y’ll stay here, at y’r desk, and not do anyt’ing else? And y’ call me when y’r done and I’ll come here to y’.”
The requests—orders, really—didn’t surprise Spencer. He smiled at Remy and nodded, knowing it would be easier to give in on this than to argue that he would be fine. It would make Remy feel better and that was important to Spencer. “I promise I’ll call you when I’m done and even wait here for you. As for the other, I’ll stay in my office, but I can’t sit completely still or my back aches. So, you’ll have to settle for substituting ‘desk’ for ‘office’.”
“I can live with dat.” Remy smiled and stole a kiss before he let go.
When the room was finally clear and the door was shut behind the last person, Spencer clutched the blanket he’d kept. Then, secure in the knowledge he was alone, he let down his guard, buried his face in the blanket, and he sobbed.
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After a little break-down time, Spencer found he felt remarkably better. So much had happened—what with the phone call about his mother and the fainting and finding out that he was having boys and then that sweet package from Belle—that he’d needed some kind of release for those emotions. Apparently his pregnant body had decided that tears were the way to go about it. And once they were done, he cleaned himself up and actually felt quite a bit more relaxed.
He’d just finished sending off a thank you email to Belle—the only real thing he’d had to do in here; claiming business had been an excuse to get the others to leave—he startled a little when a knock came at the office door. Sitting back and rubbing a hand over his stomach, he called out “Come in!”
Shock filled him when the door opened and the person that walked in was Bobby. Bobby! The man stepped into the room and nervously stood at the door for a moment. “Do, uh…do you have a minute?”
“Of course, of course. Come on in, Bobby.”
The young man hesitated for a moment. His hand tightened on the door and his body language screamed out his nerves. “I just…I just wanted to make sure you were ok, really. That’s all. I, I’ll go ahead and go.”
“No!” Not wanting to lose this opportunity, Spencer braced his hands on his chair and started to rise. Apparently that was all he needed to do to get the boy to stay. Bobby pushed away from the door, closing it without really realizing it, and he was moving toward Spencer. “Don’t get up. I heard Hank say you were supposed to be resting. Please, sit down.”
The concern in his voice was such a contrast to what had been there ever since Spencer had moved here. For a moment, it was like he had his old friend back. Spencer sank back down into his chair, eyes locked on Bobby’s face. “Please, Bobby, have a seat. Please. I’m glad you’re here. I wanted to thank you.”
“Thank me?” Bobby stopped by one of the chairs on the other side of the desk and looked at Spencer with surprise. “What for?”
“I was told that you caught me when I...fainted.” He couldn’t even say that word without wrinkling his nose at it. “And that you’re the one that stayed with me and called for help. With…with how you feel about me, I know that it wasn’t something you really wanted to do. So I wanted to tell you thank you for putting your feelings aside and doing what needed to be done. I, we, really appreciate it.”
So many different emotions crossed over Bobby’s face. Finally he seemed to settle on a rueful sort of honesty. It was there in his voice when he said “I couldn’t let something happen to you, Spencer.” Sinking down into the chair, Bobby rested his arms on his legs and stared down at his hands. “I know I haven’t been the, well, the greatest guy, but I couldn’t let something happen to you just because I have problems.”
This was something that Spencer knew he had to do very, very carefully. This was the first time that Bobby had willingly talked to him, without a single note of malice in his voice, in quite a while. Whatever was going on here, it was a fragile thing. One wrong move and it could shatter between them. Looking at a man who he had once counted as a good friend, Spencer opted for a soft spoken trust. “I understand, Bobby.” In those words was more than a simple understanding of Bobby helping him. He was letting Bobby know he understood so much more.
Licking his lips, Bobby looked up at him before looking back down. “I doubt it, but I just…I mean I…”
“Robert.” Spencer’s quiet voice broke into Bobby’s stammering. When the young man looked up at him, Spencer made himself maintain eye contact, something he had a hard time doing. But for this, he knew he needed to. “I think I do understand. It took me a while, but I figured things out. Once I did, a lot made sense.”
Some of Bobby’s color faded off his face. “How…how did you know? I never, I never told anyone.”
“It was the way you spoke.” Spencer told him. He folded his hands on his stomach and shifted to get a little more comfortable. This conversation could take a bit. “Not just the venom in your words, but the words themselves. You terming them parasites and your use of the word freak. While those might be typical from the average person, from a mutant it seemed strange. It took me a bit of thinking and getting past my temper. Eventually, only one thing made sense.” As carefully as he could, Spencer asked a question he knew could either start them towards fixing things, or break things completely. “You’re an Mpreg too, aren’t you?”
The rest of Bobby’s color faded away. He gripped his hands together tightly and his breath started to wheeze a little. Spencer watched him and could easily see what was happening. Putting the blanket on his desk, he managed to quickly get himself up and out of the chair before making his way around the desk and over to Bobby. Instead of squatting as he once might have done, he moved the other chair over beside Bobby and sat, one hand coming out to rest on Bobby’s shoulders. “Robert, listen to me. Everything will be ok. I need you to breathe in normally and exhale slowly. Can you do that for me? I’ll do this with you. Come on, in…and out….” Spencer got him started on his breathing, watching as the man slowly got his panic under control. He rubbed at the spot between his shoulders. His other hand reached over, curling over Bobby’s. He was surprised when Bobby moved a hand, gripping at his, even as he was trying to control his wheezing and breathe normally. Spencer squeezed his hand encouragingly. “That’s right. You’re doing so well, Robert. Breathe slow and low. Remember that it’s not this place that’s bothering you, but a thought. I know that what you are feeling is painful, but it's not dangerous. You are courageous. You can do this.”
It took a few minutes of coaching, but Spencer finally got Bobby calm once more. Or at least, as calm as he was going to be right now. Leaving his hands where they were, Spencer asked “A little better now?”
“Yeah.” Bobby croaked out.
“My apologies, Bobby. I didn’t mean to trigger something like that. I should have been more cautious in what I said to you.”
“I…I never told anyone. Never. I didn’t want anyone to know.” He bowed his head down and closed his eyes. “I haven’t even told Hank.”
For a second Spencer wrinkled his brows in confusion. “But how…” he cut off his own words when realization hit. “Oh. You had the treatments.” There was a series of shots a person could get as their body grew, before it hit puberty, that was like a hormone replacement therapy. If done correctly and before puberty fully hit, the female reproductive organs inside the male would never fully grow. Later, surgery could be performed to remove them if a person so wished or a person could opt for surgery before puberty, though the treatment was more highly recommended. It was considered a less risky route because it regulated the body’s hormones first and got them back to what they should be.
Bobby nodded. “My Dad signed me up for them as early as he possibly could.” His voice got lower and slightly bitter. “He didn’t want a freak for a son.” Pausing, Bobby snorted. “Then he ended up with one anyways.”
“Oh, Bobby.” Spencer’s heart went out to him. He could feel the ache inside of Bobby right then.
It seemed that, now that he’d opened up about it, the words were coming easier and easier for Bobby. He kept talking, this time without any prompting. “He told me that it wasn’t natural and that I didn’t want to grow up to be a freak. So he got me the ‘cure’ and he told me never to tell anyone and nobody would ever have to know my shameful secret. And I’ve never told anyone. Then Remy came along and told us all that you were pregnant and it just…I don’t know. All I could think of was what Dad would say. But, I watch you two and, you guys seem so happy.”
He turned to look over at Spencer, his eyes bright with emotion. “I’ve seen the way Remy will reach over and touch your stomach like he can’t seem to stop himself. Or how you’ll stand with your hand there and this little smile on your face. I’ve seen you guys curled up together on the couch and the way he sits with you, cradling you like you’re something precious. And I, I wonder what would’ve happened if Dad hadn’t, if I hadn’t taken the treatments. And it just seemed to make me even madder at you because you were obviously enjoying something I could’ve had. Something I never will, now.” Once more he sighed and looked back down at his hands. “And today, I saw the way you looked, I saw you start to fall, and I was scared. And when I didn’t know if you were ok, I couldn’t stop thinking. If something had happened to you or to your…your babies…I looked at the way I’ve been and I don’t like who I’ve become, Spencer. I, I want to be your friend again.”
After the cry he’d had, Spencer thought that he would’ve been done with the tears. But they filled his eyes now and poured down his cheeks. Bobby snuck a glance up at him and, upon seeing him crying, a horrified look went over the young man’s face. “Oh, man, I didn’t mean to make you cry! Oh, come on, please, please don’t cry!”
Spencer chuckled and brought one hand up to wipe at his face. “It’s the damn hormones. I can’t help it.” He defended himself. Even as a few more tears fell, he smiled at Bobby. “I want to be your friend again too, Bobby. I’ve missed having you around.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Wiping at more tears, Spencer laughed. “Besides, now I can ask for your help with the accounting. It’s been silly to have you being the accountant for here and me working with the other houses. It would be much more logical for us to work together.”
A warm smile was starting to light up Bobby’s face. “You just want help crunching all those numbers.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Spencer said innocently.
The two rose from their chairs together, smiling. Spencer was the one to move, leaning in and giving Bobby a hug. “Thank you.” He whispered to him. Bobby hugged him back and whispered a “Thank you” of his own.
When they pulled apart, Spencer used both hands to wipe away his tears. “Ok, ok, enough crying. I seem to be a mess of waterworks today.” He shook his head and moved around toward his chair. “While I have you in here, I’m not letting you escape yet. I’ve got an idea on something that might be able to help boost some of our numbers, but I wanted someone to run it past first and no one else understands these things quite like you would.”
Bobby followed him around the desk. Once Spencer was seated and opening a program on the computer, Bobby leaned forward to take a look. “What’ve you got?”
“Well, it seems to me that we’re wasting money here.” Spencer said as he brought a spreadsheet up on the screen. “Now, if we were to move this….” Within moments, the two were lost in numbers. Neither of them paid attention to the passing time, or to the person who peeked in through the door and smiled at them before quietly shutting it once more. Smiling to himself, Remy walked away from Spencer’s office, his step just a little lighter than it had been.
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