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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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A couple weeks later on Halloween, Spencer was sitting behind his desk once more in his office, but this time it wasn’t to work. He was relaxing in his chair, a pillow comfortably behind his back, a glass of his blueberry juice in his hand, and a broad grin on his face. He was watching the computer screen where the image of a fully costumed Garcia was grinning at him. “Almost there, Reid.” Her voice echoed happily from his speakers.
Spencer smiled into the webcam. “I’m glad you and Scott got together to think of this, Garcia. It’s a really good idea. I can’t believe none of us did it before.”
“I can’t either! I mean, the Goddess of all technology, using a simple telephone to talk to her Dr. Yummy? It’s almost a crime. I feel like I should be arrested and put in cyber jail for this!”
He couldn’t help but laugh at that. Man, talking to Garcia was always good for a laugh. When she suddenly shushed him, Spencer went quiet, watching her with amusement. She had him on her laptop, so his image of her was moving around a little as she walked. She wanted to surprise the others, so they didn’t know what was going on; only Aaron knew, and that was so she could make sure it was ok to get together right now. Then she’d simply called them into the round table room. Now he could hear her opening a door and the sound of her heels as she walked in. “Ok, folks.” She announced cheerfully. “I come bearing presents for my beautiful BAU family.”
The image on his screen started to move and he knew she as setting the laptop down. Spencer took a drink off his juice, smothering his urge to chuckle, and listened to her say “Let me present to you…the one and only Dr. Reid!” The screen moved quickly and then Spencer could suddenly see the whole table. She’d set the laptop up on something so that it was propped up enough for him to view everyone at the table. Faces all around lit up and the group moved in a little closer to one another to make sure they all fit on the screen.
“Pretty boy!” Morgan called out. He grinned widely at him. “Well hell, kid! Look at you!”
JJ made an ‘awww’ sound before she told him “Spence! This isn’t fair! You’re glowing more than I ever did!”
“He is, isn’t he?” Emily agreed. Her smile was wide and her eyes shone happily at him. “You really look good, Reid. Really, you do.”
The smile on Spencer’s face grew as his friends all took turns complimenting him. When they gave pause, he let out a chuckle. “For as much as everyone says it, you’d think I would at least feel that good. Honestly, right now I just feel big. Very, very big.”
“I can only imagine. How far along are you now?” Emily asked.
The boys were moving around a little in his stomach, almost stretching themselves out. He had to shift a little to get more comfortable. “Today, I’m officially twenty one weeks, so that’s the first week of my sixth month. That’s why Remy and I are going to head out tomorrow to go see Mom. We want to get the traveling in before Hank restricts me from going anywhere.” Grimacing, he put his hand over his belly when there was a particularly hard kick. “I tell you, as strange as it felt when Henry was kicking you, I never realized how much more strange it is from the other perspective, JJ.”
She let out a laugh at that, remembering when she’d made him feel her pregnant belly and he’d been ‘weirded out’ by Henry kicking. “Just wait, Spence. They’ll get more active as time goes on. With two in there, that’s double the feet kicking.” She teased him.
He wrinkled his nose at her. “Don’t remind me. One of them seems to have this thing for hooking his feet up into my ribs and pushing upwards.”
“Have you two thought of names yet?” Dave asked.
Spencer took another drink from his juice before he set it down. “We’re debating a few back and forth. We haven’t quite settled on any yet.”
Abruptly Morgan leaned in, grinning widely at the screen, drawing Spencer’s attention. “Enough of this, pretty boy. I haven’t seen you in a couple weeks. Let me see the belly.”
“Excuse me?” He laughed out.
“You heard me! Stand up and let me see the belly. Come on!”
Half of Spencer wanted to start blushing and tell Morgan to shut up while the other half was amused. The amusement won out. With a hefty sigh, Spencer shifted his chair back, giving in to laughter when he heard everyone cheering. He braced on the armrests and straightened himself up, grateful that this chair was one of the easiest to rise from at the moment. Then he stepped back and turned sideways, smoothing a hand over his shirt to make sure it showed his belly off just right. “Does that satisfy you, Morgan?” he asked teasingly.
Even in the few weeks since Morgan had seen him, Spencer’s waistline had grown. When he and Remy had made a quick run in to town the previous week, just to run to the bike shop for some parts that Remy needed to fix his bike, someone on the street had had the audacity to try and touch Spencer’s stomach and make the comment that he must be due any day now. It had almost amused him to tell her that he was only halfway through the pregnancy at the time. Remy told him that his belly looked cute; like a ball stuffed under his shirt. His pregnancy weight didn’t seem to be settling anywhere else on him. It was all belly. Or at least, that was what other people said. Spencer swore sometimes that his ankles had almost doubled in size.
“Oh wow, Reid!” Garcia squealed. “You look so cute! Oh, man, you’re just all belly.”
And there it was; the comment everyone said.
Spencer adjusted the top of his yoga pants discreetly underneath his shirt. Then he pulled the lightweight tank top down a little more. His over shirt had long since been discarded. Anymore, he was just too warm most of the time he was inside, no matter how cold it was. He was just about to say something to them in response to their compliments when he felt a kick on his stomach. But, not just felt on the inside. He felt it against his hand on the outside. All at once he held still. After a second, he felt another against his hand. “Holy shit.”
“Reid?” Aaron called out. “Reid, what is it?”
“I felt the baby kick.” He was wondrously. A smile was growing on his face. This was the first time he’d felt anything on the outside.
Emily gave the screen a confused look. “Haven’t you felt that for a while?” she asked. JJ, however, understood what he meant right away. She clapped her hands and cheered. “Yay, Spence!” she called out. “Oh, that’s exciting. Is that the first time?”
He rubbed at his stomach, feeling yet another kick. “Yeah. Yeah it is.”
“Oh! You’ve got to go tell Remy, honey! Go, go!” she encouraged.
A laugh tickled its way up Spencer’s throat. He stood there, staring off into space, grinning widely. At the sound of his name, he jumped as if he’d been poked. “Oh!” he exclaimed. “Right, right. I’ve got to find Remy. I uh, I’ll see you guys later. Yeah, later.” And without even turning off the webcam, Spencer set off from his office. He looked inside himself to the link that he and Remy shared and used it to find his love. He couldn’t help but smile even more when he felt that Remy was extremely close. Scott’s office, it would appear. He hurried over there, seeing that the door was cracked open. Because of that, he didn’t hesitate to poke his head in. Scott was at his desk, with Charles beside him and Remy and Logan across from them.
Spencer bit his lip and prepared to back up; it looked like they were busy. He didn’t get the chance, though. Scott looked up and saw him, smiling at him. “Come on in, Spencer.” He called out. “Trust me, we could use the break.”
That was all the invitation he needed. Grin in place, he pushed the door open and hurried into the room. Remy was already turning toward him, his mouth quirking up in a grin full of love and amusement in equal measure. “What’s got y’ ready to burst dere, mon amour?”
Spencer didn’t say anything. He just walked right over to Remy, sticking his hands out when he got close. Remy didn’t hesitate to reach up and take hold of his hands. The minute he did, Spencer took them and placed them on his stomach. He didn’t stay in one place, though. He moved their hands, trying to bring them to where he could feel the kicking on the inside. When he found the spot, he pressed against Remy’s hand lightly. “Okay, keep them there.” He told him.
It didn’t take long. Spencer felt a hard kick, hard enough to make him wince just slightly, and he saw Remy’s face just light up below him. His eyes widened and turned up toward Spencer before looking back at his belly. Another kick came, at the edge of Remy’s hand. “Dieu.” He breathed the word out like a prayer. “Not such papillons anymore.”
Spencer let out a warm laugh. “No, they’re not.” One of the babies stretched, cutting off Spencer’s words. He grimaced and rubbed his hand at the top of his stomach, feeling the push against his ribs. Remy’s hands instantly moved there too, taking over the rubbing, and he bent to press a kiss to Spencer’s belly. “Now, y’ two quit pushing y’r Daddy so hard, y’ hear me? Y’ be nice in dere.”
“You talk to his stomach?” Logan teased him.
Remy didn’t even bother looking up. “Course I do. M’ Tante used to tell Remy—”
Smacking Remy’s head, Spencer glared at him. “Tell me.”
The Cajun didn’t even miss a beat. Rolling his eyes, he continued “Tante used to tell me dat de enfants can hear y’ in dere and dat, de noises dey hear in dere, dey comfortable with when dey’re born.”
“There are studies that suggest that certain types of stimulation are beneficial to a fetus.” Spencer input easily. He opened his mouth to give them the actual statistics when someone knocked at the office door. Everyone looked over to see Ororo poking her head in. She looked to Spencer and smiled at him. “There you are, Spencer. I’ve been looking for you. Are you busy, or might I steal you for a little while?”
Another kiss was pressed against Spencer’s stomach before Remy looked up at him. “Go on, Cher. Gotta get back to dis anyways. I’ll find y’ later when I’m done, d’accord?”
The smile Spencer gave him was full of promise. He had a few ideas of what to do with the man he loved before they headed out tonight. “D’accord, mon amour.” Spencer returned with a smile. He didn’t often speak back in Remy’s language, but he knew enough to get by. Speaking of knowing enough…bending to kiss his love, he leaned over when he was done, putting his lips by Remy’s ear, and whispered in Cajun a few of the things he wanted to do to him. The flash of heat over the link was a very satisfying reaction, as was the fire in Remy’s eyes. The older man glared at him. “Gee, t’anks, Cher. I’m gonna be able to concentrate real well now, me. Merci beaucoup.” The sarcasm in the whispered words made Spencer grin. He stole one last kiss before straightening up and moving away from Remy’s chair.
However, as he passed the desk, Spencer couldn’t help but stopping. He looked at the paper that sat there and the numbers written on it. Underneath the pattern of numbers were others; what he figured were their guesses. Spencer chewed on his lip for a second before smiling. Reaching out, he grabbed a pencil, crossing out a whole row and then writing out what ended up being two different sets of coordinates. He laid the pencil down and smiled up at Scott. “There.”
He left the room to the sound of Remy and Logan’s laughter.
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“What exactly are we doing?” Spencer asked Ororo as he was led through the house. She had her hand in the curve of his arm and wore her usual serene expression. There was a hint of amusement at the edges of her smile, though, that had Spencer wondering. He had started to get to know Ororo more and more since moving in here—she was close to Remy and therefore someone he obviously wanted to know well and be friendly with, and she was really a great woman—and he had come to realize that she was more mischievous underneath that calm exterior than she let on.
The innocent look she gave him failed miserably. She didn’t answer, just led him down the hall. He finally realized where they were at; they were almost to her loft. Sure enough, moments later she was reaching out to open her door. When she did, Spencer was stunned by what was waiting on the other side.
Halloween colors were all over Ororo’s room. Streams were hung, balloons were floating here and there and tied to various places. There was a table set up with a Halloween tablecloth, cups and plates, and snack food as well as a cake. There was also a large banner that said “LeBeau Baby Shower!” on it. And the ladies of the house were all standing around in a space that Spencer knew had housed Ororo’s bed at one point, but was now empty of the bed and filled with various comfortable looking chairs and a table stacked high with presents.
“Surprise!” The women cried out. Ororo laughed lightly and hugged him sideways.
Shocked, Spencer let himself be led into the room, the door shut behind him. He found himself surrounded all of a sudden and ushered over to the wing backed chair that looked like a throne in the center of the others. Once he was seated, Jean hovered a footstool over and Jubilee lifted his feet and set them on there. Rouge brought him a drink of, oh sweet heavens, blueberry juice, and smiled down at him. “We’ve been planning this for a little while.” She admitted to him.
Betsy took a nearby chair, her own drink in hand. “We debated having the other men join us.”
Snickering, Kitty tossed herself into a chair. “For about two minutes.”
“Then we decided we didn’t want them here.” Jean took a chair as well, her smile wide. “They don’t know how to have fun and they just don’t understand.”
The other ladies raised their glasses, calling out “Hear, hear!”
Ororo brushed a hand over Spencer’s hair, standing beside his chair and smiling down at him. “So, I’m taking on my Aunty duties and I said we could have the party here. So, as hostess, I say it’s time to get this party started.”
Emotion clogged Spencer’s throat as he looked around at these wonderful women. Though he typically wasn’t one for parties, this made him happier than he ever would have thought. The only thing that would have made it better was if the BAU women were able to be there. He smiled and tried not to let the tears in his eyes fall. “Thank you, all of you. Thank you so much.”
Bending, Ororo brushed a kiss over the top of his head. “It is our pleasure, Spencer.” She reassured him. Then she broke out in a grin. “Now, before we go any further, let hand out a few things.” She walked over to a big box that sat on the side of the room and reached inside. What she came up with had Spencer laughing with surprise. It looked like a bunch of strings with…black and orange clothespins on them. Ororo walked around the room, handing one to everyone, Spencer and herself included. “The rules for this baby shower game are that whenever someone says the word "baby" during the shower, anyone who calls it out gets a pin from the other one who stated the word. At the end of the baby shower, the one with the most pins wins a prize.”
The ridiculousness of it had Spencer chuckling once more. He brought a hand up to fiddle with his clothespins while he took a drink of his juice.
“Now, what should we do first, everyone? Games, presents, cake?” Ororo asked.
“Oh, games!” Kitty called out. Beside her, Jubilee thrust a hand up, saying “I vote presents!”
“I’m with Kitty.” Rouge chimed in. “Let’s play some games! I’m all for winning a few prizes!”
Surprisingly, Spencer found himself agreeing with them. “Let’s play some games.”
Jean helped Ororo gather what was needed for this one and soon the women were handing out pens and notepads to everyone. “Here’s the rules.” Jean told them all. “We’re going to play Guess the Baby Food. A jar is going to be passed around and you get to take one taste of it before passing it to the next person. Write the number on your paper and what you think the food is. The person with the most right at the end wins a prize!”
Smirking, Ororo set the bag with the food jars in it by Spencer. “And we’re starting with our Daddy to be here, because I know you wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to eat out of here after a few of us already have. So, you get to start.” She teased him. Spencer blushed, but he grinned at the same time. He couldn’t deny it. He wouldn’t have. Even the idea of it made him shiver a little; he didn’t share food with just anyone.
He set his notepad on his belly and held a hand out, letting his smile grow. “Bring it on, Ro.”
The first one he took a bit of had him scrunching up his face, causing the other ladies to laugh. He quickly passed that along, writing his answer down on his paper. The next one was a little better, and a little easier. He definitely identified it as peas. As the jars started to travel around, spencer found himself spending as much time laughing as he did tasting, enjoying the faces the others made as they tried various baby foods.
“Gah!” Jubilee said after tasting an orange one. “People really feed these to kids? That’s disgusting!”
Spencer had to agree with her. Whatever he’d just had, he had no idea what it was, but it tasted horrible. He had to awash it down with a few drinks of his juice.
Finally all the food was tested and everyone compared their answers. Rouge was the winner, beating Spencer out by one. Ororo walked over and clipped a five into her clothespins. “Here’s your prize. Hope no one takes it with your clothespin.” The weather goddess teased.
That started one of the most entertaining parties that Spencer had ever been a part of. He laughed more in that afternoon than he had in a while. They played ‘Baby Sketch Artist’, which involved putting paper plates over their faces and drawing a baby face on the other side. There was ‘Blindfold Diapering’ where all of them had to diaper a baby doll with a blindfold on. Spencer surprised them all, himself included, by winning that one. He was done first and his was done the best. That was followed by a game that had them all rolling around with laughter. It was called ‘Who Sucks the Best’. As Ororo explained the rules, Spencer had laughed and blushed both at the same time.
“This game is one of my favorites.” She told them all. “Everyone gets a baby bottle…”
Spencer reached up, grinning, and stole one of her clothespins, making the others laugh.
Laughing, Ororo kept going. “Everyone gets a bottle full of juice and it’s a race to see who can finish the first. Betsy, would you pass out the bottles, please?”
Once everyone had a bottle, they all got into position, staring around at one another. “On three.” Ororo called out. “One, two, three!”
Drinking from a bottle was not as easy as it looked. For a long moment the only sound in the room was the wet sound of each person sucking as hard as they could on their bottles. In the end, there wasn’t one winner, but two. Spencer and Betsy both pulled their bottles away at the same time, panting slightly. The room filled with laughter. Ororo kept laughing as she gave them each a five on their clothespins. “Woo, Bets!” Rouge called out. “Good to know about you!”
“No wonder Gambit’s always smiling so big!” Jubilee crowed.
In the spirit of things, Spencer didn’t even blush. He let his grin grow even bigger and winked over at Betsy, telling her “They’re just jealous, Bets, that’s all.”
“Amen to that one. High five!” Leaving over, she slapped hands with him, bringing on the laughter once more.
After that they played one last game called ‘Tinkle in the Pot’. Chairs were cleared out of the way and jars were set up on one side of the room while, on the other there were stools with quarters on them. In teams of two—Jean and Ororo, Rouge and Jubilee, Betsy and Kitty—they had to place a quarter between their knees and waddle to the jar. At the jar, they had to drop the quarter inside without using their hands. If they miss or drop it along the way, they have to go back to the start and start over. Each teammate had to go twice. The first time to make them all, won. And to make it better, Ororo had them all put balloons up their shirt to simulate the pregnant belly. Spencer had to make a trip to the bathroom after that game, he laughed so hard watching them. Rouge and Jubilee were the winners. The dance they did was almost as hilarious as the game itself.
It was one of the best afternoons Spencer had ever had with friends. After the games, cake was served and they all settled back in their chairs once more. Then, since Spencer finished his slice first—of course—he opened presents while the others finished their cake. Usually Spencer wasn’t the type to do well being watched, especially as he opened things up and was expected to give reactions. He had no such problems this time. With each gift, he wasn’t the only one reacting to them, or commenting.
From Rouge, there was a diaper bag that was a basic black so it wouldn’t look feminine, and it was full of things like teething rings, bottles, cloth diapers and baby wipes. Jean gave him three packages of diapers, a bunch of clothes, and a bottle washing kit. Betsy gave him a bunch of onesies, plenty of socks, and a twin baby swing that she said came from Warren. Jubilee had a gift she said was from her and Logan and it was a twin stroller. Kitty gave bath items—a baby tub full of soaps, washcloths, and towels. Last, Ororo brought out two infant car seats. Inside of each one was a quilt that she had made for each boy. “When you have their names, I’ll embroider them to the edges.” She told him. That had been enough to bring on the tears.
Eventually, after all the laughs and photos and presents and food, Spencer was very obviously starting to get a little sleepy in his chair. Apparently that must have been a sign for them, because the ladies started to put some things together. And, though Spencer didn’t know it, Jean sent out a telepathic call to Scott, Logan and Remy to have them come get the items and Spencer.
Spencer was in his chair once more, feet on the footrest, when the door opened and the men came in. He smiled the instant he saw Remy. His love came over to him, taking the cup from his hand and bending down to take a kiss. “Y’ look like y’r bout to pass out in dat chair, mon bijou.” Discreetly he passed the cup off to someone walking past, who threw it away for him. “Why don’t we get y’ on down to de room?”
“Mm.” Spencer took Remy’s hands and let himself be practically pulled up. On his feet, he looked to his friends, almost radiating his happiness. “Thank you, so much.” He told them. “I had an absolutely wonderful time. Thank you for everything.”
“Oh, Spencer, it was our pleasure.” Jean reassured him. One by one they hugged him. When it was Ororo’s turn, she kissed his cheek as well and gave him one of her motherly smiles. “I’m very happy to have added you to our family, Spencer. You and your children. Welcome.” She kissed his cheek once more and then Remy’s arm was around his waist and Spencer found himself led from the room. He couldn’t seem to stop smiling. “Can you believe it, Rems? They threw me a party. A party!”
“Oui, Cher. And it looks like y’ had a bon time of it too, yeah?”
“Oh, it was fantastic. I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time.” Chuckling, he looked over at Remy. “You should have seen Ro with the balloon up her shirt and the quarter between her knees, trying to make it in that pot. Well, you probably can. I took pictures for that. There was a camera around the whole time, actually.”
“Now dat’s something I’d paid to see. Sounds like dis was good f’ y’. I’m glad, Spencer. Y’ deserved to have a good time.” Remy steered them over, taking them through a door. Abruptly Spencer realized that they were in their room. Then Remy was sitting him on the bed and he looked down, watching as his Cajun lover squatted and started to remove his shoes for him. Seeing as how that was a pain most of the time, Spencer didn’t bother protesting.
As soon as his shoes were off, Spencer scooted back in bed, curling his legs up with him. He could admit that he was exhausted. A nap sounded like a wonderful thing. It started to sound even better as he watched Remy take off his shoes as well and shed his coat. Then he was climbing in bed with Spencer and gathering him close. Snuggling in as best as he could with his belly in the way, Spencer gave a soft sigh, smiling against Remy’s skin. “I love you, Rems.”
“Je t’aime aussi, Spencer. Always.”
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