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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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Just a fast A/N – I don't know the boys exact ages (little boys) so I'm kind of guessing here. Also, I know Will has an accent as well, also being from New Orleans, but I don't ever hear his accent as being real thick when he talks on the show. His is sort of, smoother. So that's why I'm not writing him with one. Sorry, guys. I don't know how to write the light version of that accent lol :D

Once again, Spencer looked over toward his partner, watching his face as Remy drove down the road. The whole way into town he'd been sneaking looks at the man, trying to read his face, read his emotions. Anything that might give him some kind of clue as to where they were going or what they were doing. Remy had refused to tell him every time he asked and he wasn't giving in to any of Spencer's prying. The thing was, it could be for multiple reasons. Remy could really be hiding something and waiting to surprise him with it, or he could just be acting this way to deliberately drive Spencer crazy. That second one was a distinct possibility.
"Y' twitch over dere anymore, y'r gonna make me t'ink y' got ants in y'r pants."
That didn't even pull a laugh from Spencer. He narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses and stopped bothering to hide his snooping. "Either pregnancy has made me mentally slower or you are getting too practiced at hiding your tells at me. If it's the second one, I'm not entirely sure I like that idea."
"Maybe a bit of both?" Impishly, the little devil winked at Spencer. "And y' know y' love it, cher."
Whatever this was, it was definitely going to be interesting. It wasn't hard to see that Remy was in a mood. Even if he hadn't been able to see it, Spencer would've known Remy was in a mood. He could feel it. Something had the man extremely happy and there was that playful edge that Spencer had always enjoyed about him. That was actually one of the things that Spencer had first been attracted to about Remy. As he'd gotten to know him, he'd learned that Remy could be both playful and serious, occasionally even at the same time, a feat that Spencer had never quite figured out how he managed. Whereas Spencer could be serious, a little too serious sometimes, Remy nicely balanced him out with smiles and laughter and more often than not a dirty mind wound through it all to make things more interesting.
For a second Spencer let himself get caught in his thoughts. In so many ways they were so different and yet they seemed to complement one another well. He hoped that it would work the same for their parenting. Out of the two, Spencer knew he'd be the more serious parent. Most likely the stern one. Remy would be stern, Spencer knew. He'd seen the man interact with youngsters that came through the mansion occasionally. He was good with them and with keeping them in line, yet he managed to do it all while still being the 'fun' person to be around. He just had that way about him—and not just with children, but with adults too—that had a person listening to him and doing what was right, sometimes without them even realizing that they were being steered in that direction.
Remy's hand started to rub a little on his thigh, drawing Spencer's attention back to him once more. There was a flash of color as his eyes broke away from the road to sneak a quick look at him. "Y' all right over dere, mon cœur?"
"I'm fine, Remy. I was just thinking."
"Oh?"
That curious little 'oh?' made Spencer smile. He moved his hand and took hold of Remy's, drawing it off his thigh and then lacing their fingers together. He looked down at their hands and smiled at their interlaced fingers. "Mm hm. I was thinking about what kind of parents we're going to be." Biting his lip, he slanted a quick look toward Remy, tacking on "You're going to make a wonderful parent. Our kids are going to be lucky to have you." He believed that firmly.
Remy drew his hand up, pressing a kiss to the back of it without taking his eyes off the road. As he laid their hands back down, he grinned. "Merci, mon amour. Dey're gonna be lucky to have y', too. And just so y' know, sucking up aint gonna get me to tell y' what we're doing."
Laughter tickled the back of Spencer's throat. "It was worth a shot." And then, because he couldn't resist and he wanted to see Remy's reaction to the words, he tacked on "What about just sucking?"
For one split second Remy did nothing. Surprise lit up his face and then his eyes shot over to Spencer, going unerringly towards his smiling lips, and then they were jerked back out toward the road. The surprise melted away to a wry sort of humor. "Dieu, y' like to surprise me, don't y'?"
"Life would be dull without surprises." He stroked his thumb back and forth over the side of Remy's thumb, amused to see the slight shiver the man gave. "And you never answered my question."
"Y' aint capable of bending like dat in de car right now. What is it with y' and cars, anyways?" Remy was shaking his head as he slowed the car, making a turn into somewhere. Spencer wasn't really paying attention where. He was enjoying watching Remy's face. The Cajun pulled the car into somewhere and put it in park, all one handed, a talent that would've amused Spencer at a different time. For now, he was too busy being amused by their conversation. Looking at their joined fingers, he smirked. "Are you complaining?" He asked innocently.
The car shut off and then a hand was under Spencer's chin, tilting his head up until he was eye to eye with Remy. "Do I look stupid to y'?" He used his grip on Spencer's chin to hold him in place, leaning in and taking a kiss that warmed them both. The moment might've been just a little more fun, Spencer wanted to arch up when Remy broke away, but the boys apparently had an entirely different idea. One of them moved and had Spencer drawing down a little instead of arching up and he had to bring his free hand to rub at his stomach. Sighing, he looked down at his belly, grumbling just a little. "You have the worst timing already." He scolded them without thinking about it.
Remy chuckled and lifted his hand to kiss it once more before letting go. "Get used to it, cher. Dat's part of being parents."
Another movement made Spencer wince. Ugh. It felt like one of them was pushing back on his spine. No, no, no. Not now. Not when they'd stopped the car at wherever they were. The very last thing Spencer wanted was to ruin this random trip into town. He hadn't left the mansion since the events in Vegas and he was looking forward to being somewhere, anywhere, that wasn't home. Even if it was just for a little bit. He was not going to let a backache ruin it, either. He felt Remy's concern start and he hurried to do something before that could grow. The last thing he wanted was Remy to suggest they go back home. He'd gotten dressed for this; dammit, he wasn't going back now. "So now that we've arrived somewhere, do I get to know what we're doing?" He hurried to distract him.
A look clearly told him that he wasn't fooling Remy in the least bit. But Remy made Spencer love him even more by not calling him out on it. He obviously restrained himself from saying anything about Spencer's discomfort and instead he actually answered his question. "Right now, we're gonna go on over to dat restaurant over dere." Lifting one hand, he pointed out the window to a T.G.I. Friday's restaurant. Others might've been surprised to know that it was one of their favorites. They used to go there every time that they got together here in the city. It had been quite a while since they'd been to one and Spencer smiled at the sight of it.
Getting out of the car wasn't as bad as it could've been. Thankfully the car wasn't a low one so he didn't have to lift himself up. They'd taken the van for some reason and so Spencer actually slid out of it instead of climbing up. Remy was there, taking his hand and bracing him without saying anything about it, something that Spencer appreciated. He adjusted his shirt and coat once he was on his feet, trying to resist the urge to knuckle his back and stretch out. Remy stood there, holding his hand and smiling, making sure that Spencer saw him looking him over from head to toe before he told him "Y'r lookin' awfully handsome dere, Spencer. Y' don't look so much like m' petit allée chat no more. Gonna have to t'ink of a new name f' y' now."
He looked down at himself—or, at least, what he could see of himself. His view kind of stopped at his belly. He didn't think he looked special in any way. He was wearing a pair of jeans that Ororo had fixed up for him, sewing on a band by the belly to make them into comfortable maternity jeans. Then he'd just dressed comfortably and simply with an undershirt and then a dark red turtleneck sweater that Remy had gotten him for the cold season. Because it had been raining, he had on his most comfortable pair of boots and a warm jacket over it all. Really, nothing fancy even. Fancy was beyond him at the moment. Comfort is quite a bit more important than fancy he thought to himself. Still, Remy's compliment made him smile. He was the only man that Spencer could think of that would look at him right now and call him handsome and still mean it. Spencer kissed him warmly, letting his love pour into the kiss. When they broke apart, Remy tucked an arm around Spencer's shoulders, bringing him against his side as they started to walk. "So," Spencer said with a smile, putting his arm around Remy's waist. "A new name for me, hm? I'm a little scared by the idea."
Remy laughed as he put his sunglasses on. "C'mon, cher. It'll be fun. Don't y' trust me?"
Spencer bit his lip and stayed quiet, earning him a squeeze and a "Hey!" from Remy that made him laugh. The two continued their teasing until they were inside the restaurant. When they got inside, Remy informed the person there that they were part of the LeBeau party and Spencer's attention suddenly shifted. LeBeau party? "Remy…"
"Je t'aime, Spencer." Remy said smoothly. Then he led Spencer around a corner, following their waiter, and what he found at the table there had Spencer freezing for just one instant. His free hand stopped its stroking motion over his stomach. Morgan broke his shocked silence by letting out a warm laugh and telling him "Close your mouth, pretty boy. You're gonna catch flies that way."
That broke the silence for everyone. The adults started to laugh, Spencer flushed at the same time as grinning widely, and Henry broke away from his mother to come racing forward with a cry of "Uncle Penner!" The little boy raced forward only to be caught halfway there by Will, who swept him up with one arm and settled the squirming boy on his hip in a move that spoke of practice. "Now, c'mon, little man. Remember what your Mama and I told you. No jumping at Uncle Spencer." He warned him.
Spencer couldn't help but grin as Will came forward, carrying Henry so that the little boy could hug his godfather. Spencer embraced them both, only to find a whole line of people afterwards, all waiting for a hug. He couldn't believe it! It looked like everyone was here! Will, JJ, Henry, Morgan, Penelope, Emily, Dave, Aaron, even Jack! Logan was there too, standing at the back of the group and grinning. One by one Spencer hugged them all, laughing and smiling. "I can't believe this. What're you guys doing here?" he asked them.
Aaron was the last one to embrace him, giving a grin that was rarely seen on the man's face. "Remy gave us a call." He said when he pulled back. "We're all here for the next two nights to have a late Thanksgiving, early Christmas."
"That's right!" Penelope chimed in. "Holidays can't happen without family, can they?"
Tears built in Spencer's eyes, blurring his vision just slightly. He was grateful he'd opted for sunglasses instead of his contacts to hide his eyes. Contacts and tears were a pain to deal with. Emotion clogged his throat and he found he couldn't speak at first when he turned and pulled Remy into a hug. The older man held him close, giving him a squeeze before letting go. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and dried off his cheeks. Then he helped him to get settled down in a chair. Everyone else took their seats again, laughing when Henry scrambled over chairs and stole a seat before Emily could, taking the one right beside his 'Uncle Penner'.
Spencer looked at the face around the table. He couldn't seem to stop smiling at them. "So you guys are here for two nights? I can't believe you all managed to keep this from me!" He turned to Remy, who was sitting on his left. "I can't believe you managed to keep this from me!"
"Y' got no idea how hard it was, too." His partner gave a dramatic sigh, slumping a little. "Took every bit of patience dat I got to not tell y'. Mais I made it and now dey're here."
"And we're all excited, too." JJ chimed in. "Henry's been ready to go ever since we told him we were coming."
Leaning around Morgan, Penelope looked over to Remy, asking "Do we need to pick anything up? I brought the recipes you asked for."
Remy shook his head. "Non, I got de food. Rogue and m' Stormy went and did de shopping f' me. Stocked up de boathouse."
"The food?" Spencer cut in.
It was JJ who leaned forward to smile at him and explain what was going on. "We're going to do a Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow, Spence. This is our group holiday and we're going to do it right. That means the full course meal, all of that."
All he could do for a moment was stare around the table, simply amazed at what was going on here. Everyone was suddenly discussing food as they all looked at their menus, talking and laughing as if this were a daily thing for them. As if they saw one another all the time and this was just no big deal. It was a big deal to him! He couldn't believe they were all there. The fact that Remy had taken the time to arrange this and everyone else had taken the time out of their schedules to come out for this, it left him stunned. He hadn't been letting himself even think about the fact that none of these people—people that he considered family—weren't there for the holidays. It just seemed like the way it had to be. But to have them here now, to be able to look around the table and see the faces of those he'd been missing so much…he just didn't know what to do with himself. He didn't know what to say.
"Uncle Penner!" Henry tugged insistently on his sleeve, yanking Spencer out of his thoughts and pulling his attention down to the little boy at his side. When Henry saw him looking, he demanded "Trick!"
Spencer smiled down at him. "A trick, hm? I think maybe we can do that."
"No rockets at the table, Reid." Aaron called over. The command made Spencer grin and seemed to stun a few others. The girls exchanged grins, remembering the last time Spencer had made rockets and one had landed right at Aaron's feet in the bullpen. Spencer couldn't help but chuckle just slightly. "Of course not, Sir." He said innocently. Then he looked at Jack and deliberately looked over top his sunglasses so he could wink at him, including the boy on this. "We'll save those for tomorrow."
Any further conversation was broken by the waitress coming up to take their orders. She went around the table, writing down everyone's order. When it got to Spencer, she stopped and very visibly started, her eyes going towards his stomach. For once, Spencer didn't care. He wasn't thinking about what others thought of him. No, he was too full of the positive emotion around him to be bothered by anything. And he was hungry. "I would like the shrimp and chicken pasta, please. And some of your lemonade."
"Non." Remy cut him off. He turned toward Spencer, already scowling. "Y' aint ordering dat. Non, Spencer."
"Remy…"
"I said non."
The firm exchange had everyone's attention on them. Neither paid them any attention. Spencer wrinkled his nose before letting out a gusty sigh. "Fine. I'll have the California Club sandwich, please." He settled back in his chair with a slight pout, not paying any attention to what Remy ordered. He was too busy sulking over the loss of what he wanted. He didn't even notice when Remy pointed out something on the menu to the woman but shushed her before she could say it out loud. Once all the menus were collected and the woman was gone, Remy turned his attention to Spencer, reaching out to put a hand on his arm. "Don't be mad at me, bébé. I promise, I'll make it f' y' at home. Sunday dinner, I got de kitchen dis week. I'll make up some proper shrimp f' de whole house."
Spencer slanted a look at him. "With cornbread?"
"Anything f' y', cher."
Happy once more, Spencer leaned in and took a kiss. He let Remy settle an arm around the back of his chair so that the two of them were settled close. That was when he noticed the others looking at him. "What?"
"And what was that all about?" Dave asked. A corner of his mouth was quirked and he looked like he was battling back a smile.
Remy fielded the answer. He was scowling once more when he said "Dey claim dey're shrimp and chicken pasta is Cajun but dat aint Cajun. Belle sent me spices from home. Remy can…" he cut off with a hiss when Spencer pinched him. He stuck his tongue out briefly before finishing what he was saying. "I can make it better dan dey can. Aint no point in eating something unless it's gonna be done right, oui?"
That had Spencer rolling his eyes. While the others chuckled at Remy, Spencer turned his attention back to Henry and to his promise. "Okay, Henry. Let's go ahead and do your trick. What would you say if I told you I could tear up this napkin and then put it all back together again with just a wave of my 'magic wand'?"

Next chapter, their Thanksgiving meal! Then, actually, there's only a few chapters left of this story. Oh wow. Can't believe I'm almost done! I may cry a lil :|
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