Our Little Family | By : SpencerRemyLvr Category: X-men Comics > Crossovers Views: 2000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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The entire lunch passed by with lots of laughter and plenty of catching up. Their conversations were slightly censored with the children being present. Still, it was a wonderful time. Spencer couldn’t stop smiling the whole time. It felt wonderful to hear JJ and Will telling stories on Henry or about the things Aaron and Jack had done, or who Emily was seeing, or the guy Kevin that Penelope was ‘sort of’ seeing, or hearing the girls tease Derek for not having found someone to seriously date yet. All of it was so familiar and wonderful and it was the absolute perfect afternoon. The enjoyment continued even when they loaded up into the cars. The two families rode with Logan while Morgan, Emily, Garcia and Dave rode with Remy and Spencer. Now Spencer understood why Remy had brought the van.
Their arrival at the mansion wasn’t anything spectacular. Remy had set things up so they were going to be spending pretty much the entire time down at the boathouse. Apparently part of the arrangements they’d all discussed was where everyone would sleep as well. Cots had been snuck down there and the master bedroom was going to house the women while the kids and the men were going to ‘camp’ in the living room. They’d all agreed on it already and Spencer finally just figured to go ahead and go along for the ride. The only people that wouldn’t be sleeping down there were going to be him and Remy. They were still going to stay in their room up at the house. They spent the whole day down there, just catching up on the basic things, trying to entertain the two little boys who wanted nothing more than to go play outside in the mud. Nothing work related or concerning the events in Vegas was brought up. When dinner rolled around, it was a lively affair, full of laughter and good humor. All of the positive emotions had Spencer feeling like he was running off of the best high. He didn’t want to leave, even when he was starting to fall asleep on the couch. It took everyone ganging up on him to get him to make his way back up to the house with Remy. Spencer was in a daze as Remy helped him get ready for bed. When they were both finally lying in bed, Spencer snuggled to the body pillow—it was the only way he could fall asleep anymore—and with Remy snuggled up behind him, the young genius took hold of Remy’s hand and gave it a squeeze. He couldn’t roll over to kiss him the way he wanted so he drew Remy’s hand up and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “I can’t believe you went to all this trouble for me. Thank you so much, Remy. I love you.” “Je t’aime aussi, bébé. I couldn’t stand de thought of how sad y’ looked.” Remy scooted just a little closer and nuzzled at the back of Spencer's neck. “Y’ should be happy. Y’ deserve to be. And I’m gonna spend de rest of m’ life making sure y’ are.” Lying in bed with his partner’s arm around him, their joined hands resting on the life they’d created together, Spencer thought that he couldn’t get any happier. CXCX The next two days passed in a blur of happiness and laughter, food and stories and wonderful memories in the making. Spencer woke first the next morning, as was normal, and he took the time to take a shower and actually get ready for the day instead of heading to the kitchen in his pajamas as he’d taken to doing lately. He made a conscious effort to look nice as well as be comfortable. As he drew out one of the other pairs of pants that Ororo had converted for him, he couldn’t help but chuckle and sneak a look over to the bed where Remy was still sound asleep. This was another change in his life that was brought on by Remy’s influence. Before him, Spencer never would’ve stopped to think about ‘looking nice’ for something. He would’ve just dressed and gone about his business. But he’d been around Remy long enough that the man’s habits were rubbing off on him. Remy dressed nicely for special things and this definitely qualified as a special thing. So Spencer put on his comfortable pants and then a white shirt, over which he pulled on the black button up cardigan that Remy had gotten for him. Not fancy, but better than the yoga pants and large shirts he’d taken to wearing lately. After pulling on his comfortable boots, seeing that it was pouring outside, he grabbed his coat and quietly made his way out of the room. He knew Remy would know where to find him when he got up. When he got downstairs, he intended on making himself a cup of tea to start with, maybe spending a little time in the kitchen to wake up and allow others to wake up. It was already six—he’d slept in a little. Then again, he’d been up at least three times in the night to use the restroom. He stroked his hand over his stomach, feeling the boys kicking. “You two are really starting to make it difficult to sleep.” He murmured to his stomach. It was said with a smile, though. Just as he was starting to reach for the tea kettle, Spencer happened to look out the window, down towards the direction of the boathouse. When he saw a light on through the early morning dark, he smiled. Maybe he wouldn’t have to wait around for people to wake up. He quickly got the water on to boil and pulled out a travel mug. Ten minutes later he was bundled up in his coat, travel mug in hand, and was starting the trek down to the boathouse. He briefly gave thought to the fact that Remy wasn’t going to be pleased if he found out Spencer walked down in the dark and rain on his own. Then he brushed it aside. He was fine. He walked carefully and made sure to stay out of the mud so that he wouldn’t slip and fall. He moved quietly when he reached the boathouse, letting himself in and silently shutting the door behind him. The living room was still dark and there were sleeping bodies stretched out here and there. Spencer went further in, going back to the source of the light—the kitchen. It didn’t really surprise him to find Aaron was the one awake in there. The Unit Chief was used to early hours with their job and, when on a case, he was always one of the first ones up. What did surprise him was to find Penelope in there, putting a large roasting pan into the oven. The two turned at his entrance and both smiled. “I figured it was you when I heard the door open.” Aaron said. He was leaning against the counter, drinking a cup of coffee. Penelope finished putting the turkey in and shut the door before straightening up and smiling at him. She was dressed in bright pink and blue plaid pajama pants and a blue shirt that had ‘Gobble, Gobble, Gobble’ written on it. He shook his head at that and laughed lightly. She just smiled brightly back. “Morning, sweetie! You’re up awfully early.” The word ‘early’ had Spencer snorting. “Early, right. I slept in today, I’ll have you know. The boys usually have me up at five.” He rubbed over his stomach again as a particularly strong kick seemed to accompany his words. As he did, he saw the way Penelope’s hand twitched and the look that crossed over her face. He knew what she wanted to do. Though he was still very, very stern about letting other people feel on his stomach, he had a feeling he was going to have to relax that just slightly the next couple days. None of these people really got to be here through the pregnancy and he couldn’t be a complete jerk by denying them at least a feel of the babies kicking for the short bit that they were all here, could he? He grimaced slightly yet reached out and took hold of a surprised Penelope’s wrist. Then he laid her palm against his stomach where most of the kicking was. Her look of surprise turned to one of awe when she felt the hard kicking under her hand. “Oh my gosh, Reid. Wow!” That look of awe eased some of Spencer's discomfort so that he actually managed to smile a little at her. She stared at where her hand rested over his shirt. “They’re really kicking in there!” He waited just a beat longer before letting go of her wrist and stepping back .She easily took the hint and let go without hesitation, still smiling brightly at him. Spencer leaned back against the counter and took a drink off his tea, letting his hand take its place on his stomach once more. “And that’s why I’m usually up early. They’ve taken to waking me up lately. I’m sincerely hoping this doesn’t mean they’re going to be early risers. I’m not honestly a morning person and Remy’s worse than I am.” “You’ll adjust.” Aaron assured him. There was a spark of amusement on his old boss’s face. “Trust me; they’ll make sure you adjust.” The look that crossed Spencer's face made the two laugh at him. When the laughter faded away, Penelope waved them towards the table. “You two go ahead and sit down. I’ve got some cinnamon rolls all prepared and ready to go in the oven. Which, by the way, let me just say that it’s fantastic that you guys actually have two ovens in here, Reid. What do you guys need two for?” Spencer went to the table without protest and lowered himself down into one of the chairs. He sighed a little as he eased some of the pressure on his back. “We like to cook.” He answered her. “And we’ve had Logan down a few times to eat with us, or Ro, and Logan can really pack the food away. We often make a large roast, or ham, or such like that in the one oven and use the other to make any other side dishes or such to go with it.” “Smart plan.” She flashed him a grin. “Works out for us, too. That’ll make today’s cooking a whole lot easier.” As they spoke, she went about pulling out a tray of prepared cinnamon rolls from the fridge and taking it over to the second oven. “Let’s see how long it takes once these start cooking before people start coming in. Hotch, would you start a fresh pot of coffee?” “There’s a double pot machine in the pantry.” Spencer told them. “I imagine we’ll go through it fast.” Laughing, Aaron rose and headed to the pantry. “Why does it not surprise me that you of all people own something like that?” His blush just made them laugh even more. CXCX By the time the first batch of cinnamon rolls was pulled from the oven and the first round of coffee was made, quite a few people were awake. Derek and Will wandered in first, followed soon after by JJ and Jack. They crowded around the table, settling in to take a fresh roll and drink their coffee. Next came down Emily and Henry, and Dave came in just minutes after that. The boathouse was filling up with the smell of good food and coffee and the sounds of happy voices and laughter. Spencer sat there drinking a glass of milk, his tea already done and gone, just enjoying the people around him. Remy joined them right about the time the second batch of rolls came out. He slipped into the kitchen and into the mix of things like he’d been doing it for years, snagging a paper towel and then a roll straight from the cookie sheet, making Penelope laugh at him and swat his hand. He winked at her and kissed her cheek, making her laugh once more. It made Spencer's heart swell to watch how easily Remy fit right in with everyone. There had never been any discomfort in bringing Remy together with the team. They’d always gotten along well and it just got more and more comfortable each time they got together. There was just something about Remy that seemed to make people be at ease around him. He had a way of making people feel comfortable and making them smile. Friends were never hard to come by for him. He worked his way through everyone now, exchanging a “Good morning” here and there, pausing to laugh and swipe a finger over the frosting on Henry’s nose, before he finally made it to Spencer's side. There were no chairs left but he didn’t seem to mind. He bent and took a good morning kiss from Spencer that had Derek pretending to gag and others laughing. Spencer could only smile. The love in the room was surrounding him and filling him up. When Remy straightened up and slipped an arm around his shoulders, Spencer leaned to the side and rested his head against his partner’s hip. Eventually they were kicked out of the kitchen by Penelope and JJ, who said they had to start cooking a few things. To the surprise of a few, Remy stayed with the girls. He stole a final kiss from Spencer before ushering him out. “Go on, get outta here, cher.” Spencer found himself on the couch with Emily, Henry sitting between them and the others sprawled around the living room. A movie was put into the DVD player for the kids—Spencer thought it looked like Power Rangers or something like that—and the two kids watched while the adults talked over their heads. Later, Spencer would look back and think on how most of the day kind of blurred together for him. It was all happy emotions and laughter and a sense of love that seemed to permeate the whole house. He smiled so much that his face hurt by the end of the day and he didn’t even care. It was worth it. There were moments too that were crystal clear and he knew he would hold those memories in his heart for a long, long time. Like coming into the kitchen for a refill on his blueberry juice in just enough time to see JJ turn to say something and Remy turn as well to get something, causing them both to knock into the bowl that JJ was mixing heavy whipping cream in. That jostle was enough to have JJ’s hand jumping and accidentally turning the speed up to high, which then sent heavy whipping cream flying everywhere before she managed to turn it off, but not before it managed to splash over their clothes and faces. Spencer laughed so hard he had to grip the counter to keep from falling. Or when he snuck off with the two young boys to the dock once it stopped raining and they used the supplies he brought to build rockets and launch them out over the lake. He knew he’d never forget the big grins and those belly laughs that the boys gave. By the time they came back inside, most of the furniture in the house had been moved and two long tables were set up and covered with tablecloths. The amount of food that was set out on them should’ve been enough to feed a small army. They had all the important things as well as some things that were different, yet were traditions from one person or another. Like the butternut squash that Emily said her family had every year, or the rice that Remy insisted had to be there. Spencer found himself seated at the table between Remy and JJ and as he held their hands to join in while Remy said grace, giving thanks for family and friends and food, he added up his own fervent thanks inside of his heart for the family he had found. CXCX Their visit was all too short in Spencer's mind. It seemed like no time at all had passed before it came time to take everyone back to the train station. Countless memories had been made on this trip, though. As they all stood in the middle of the train station, Spencer took his time hugging everyone goodbye, for once not even feeling ashamed of the tears in his eyes. He let them flow on his cheeks without a care in the world about who saw them. There were promises made to visit again soon and promises demanded for him to call as soon as he had any news on when the boys would make their appearance. Eventually their train was called and Spencer stood at Remy’s side, waving at them all as they boarded. When they were out of sight, Spencer sighed and laid his head against Remy’s shoulder, his arm around the man’s waist. “Thank you. I think that’s the best gift that anyone’s ever gotten for me.” “Y’r so very welcome, Spencer. Anyt’ing, to make y’ smile like dat.” Remy put an arm around his shoulders and turned to nuzzle at his hair, mindless of the people that stared at them. “I’m happy I could do somet’ing to make y’ dat happy.” As sappy as it was, Spencer couldn’t resist. He turned and gave Remy a brief hug and kiss before telling him “Just being with you is enough to make me happy, Rem.” One more kiss and he smiled at him. “Let’s go home.”While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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