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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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The holidays had come and gone at the mansion. After the chaos that came with that time of the year, Spencer felt it was actually nice to have things start to wind down a little. With the holidays seemed to come an upsweep in mutant bashing, as if some people weren’t inspired to love around Christmas time, but to hate. He would never understand it. But his partner was out of the house often, leaving at random hours with the team and coming back sore and tired and a little heartsick. It always hurt Remy to have to deal with people being hurt for no other reason than being different. Spencer knew it brought up too many memories of times Remy had been hurt because of his eyes. There were quite a few nights that Spencer held Remy to him as best as he could and stroked at his hair in their darkened room, saying nothing about the silent tears he could feel dripping onto his skin.
Because of that, the holidays were a little tenser than they should’ve been, and Spencer knew he wasn’t the only one that was a little relieved to see it all be over with.
It was now mid-January and Spencer was thirty-five weeks pregnant. Things were finally settling back to normal around the house. Spencer spent his days either in his office working alone or with Bobby, or he was up in Ororo’s room with her talking and enjoying a little relaxation, or he and Remy took some alone time, or he was in the TV room with someone or another. He rarely had alone time anymore except for when he managed to sneak some to himself.
He and Remy also spent time down at the boathouse, putting together the last of the nursery, preparing for the arrival of the boys. They had two cribs set up, though they planned on letting the boys share to start with. There were also two rocking chairs, one for each parent. The dresser was brought in and stocked with freshly washed baby clothes and the changing table was set up against one wall. The walls were painted in a jungle theme that Remy had done with help of a few friends one afternoon while Spencer was napping. All the blankets and bedding was washed and ready to go. They had bottles down there and baby formula in the cupboards. Down at the boathouse, everything was ready to go, just waiting on the arrival of the boys. That arrival came a little quicker than they’d planned.
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Most of the mansion was empty, making it sound so very quiet as Spencer made his way downstairs. His steps were slow and cautious as he went and he battled back nerves the entire way. He’d been resting upstairs when Remy left on whatever mission he’d been called out on. Apparently quite a few others had gone too. He hadn’t woken up because of Remy’s absence, as he tended to do when the Cajun left the bed, or even because of his usual need to use the restroom. No, what had woken him up was the cramping that he had grown used to over the last few weeks. Braxton Hicks, Hank called them. False labor. They were coming more and more frequently now, especially since he’d hit thirty six weeks just a few days ago. Only, as he laid there in bed, trying to find a way to go back to sleep, he’d felt another one, and his brain had suddenly seemed to come awake.
It only took him a moment to stop and really think about what he was feeling. He’d been having these sensations off and on throughout the day, dismissing them as the Braxton Hicks that Hank had warned him might increase a little. But as Spencer sat up in bed and let himself look back over the day, he felt his face pale with the realization that these weren’t random, and they weren’t false. They’d been happening most of the day, increasing in frequency, only he’d been busy or napping at random times and he hadn’t paid attention. But if he was right, the past few had been forty five minutes apart, and the ones before that an hour apart. His eyes went wide at the realization that this wasn’t false. It was very, very real. He was in labor—and Remy wasn’t home.
Spencer instantly reached out with his empathy and found that there weren’t too many people in the house. The few he felt were all downstairs, gathered in the rec room he thought, judging by location. Having located them, he’d risen from bed and thrown on a shirt and pants before going to find them. That was why he was now carefully descending the stairs, trying to maintain his ever worsening balance as he went. All the while his mind was racing. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening now. Not now. Not with Remy not here. How much of a cliché was that? It was almost midnight, his partner wasn’t at home, and he was going into early labor. Thirty six weeks isn’t that bad. That’s only two weeks early from what Hank wanted for us. Two weeks early isn’t extremely dangerous. His brain was already starting to tell him the statistics for survival rate of twins born at thirty six weeks. He used the numbers to reassure himself as he finally hit the bottom of the stairs and started to make his way to the rec room.
When he walked into the room, he found Ororo, Warren and Betsy watching a movie. Just these three? He closed his eyes and checked again, feeling around the mansion. The only other empathic signature that he recognized was the Professor and Bishop. No one else was here. Damn! Damn, damn, damn! That meant that, not only was Remy not here, Hank wasn’t here either. Oh, hell.
The sound of his footsteps alerted the others. Ororo looked up and over to him and her face softened to a warm smile. “Hello, Spencer.” She must’ve seen something on his face because she suddenly sat up a little bit straighter. “Are you all right?”
He didn’t have to say a word to answer that. His body decided to do it for him. Another contraction came and his mind logged away the fact that it was only half an hour since the last one. He grimaced and braced against the doorframe, one hand rubbing soothingly at his stomach as he breathed through it. Not that bad he told himself. Not that bad at all. The same as they’ve been lately, just a tiny bit stronger, that’s all. Not that bad.
Before it had finished, Ororo was at his side and the other two had risen as well. Ororo’s one hand went to his back and the other hand went to his arm. “That did not look like the usual pains you’ve been having.”
He blew out a breath on the last of the contraction and made himself relax a little. “No, not quite the same. I’m pretty sure I’m in the early stages of labor.” He delivered the news with his usual clinical outlook, not paying any real attention to the reactions of those with him. “The last one was thirty minutes ago, and between that one and the previous was forty five minutes. I didn’t find Hank’s presence in the house. Did he go out with the others?”
“He did.” Betsy answered. “I’ll go contact them and tell Hank to get back here, fast.”
Spencer wanted to protest, to say that they shouldn’t hurry the man, but he knew the facts and statistics on male deliveries better than anyone and he knew the dangers that could lay ahead without the proper medical attention. The only option for a male delivery was a C-section, obviously. If he didn’t receive proper medical care in the right amount of time, his body would try to push out something that had nowhere to go and the results could be fatal to both children and carrier. So he didn’t protest her calling. But he did ask “Tell him to try to keep it from Remy until the last minute, if possible. Otherwise the man’s going to go into a panic and I wouldn’t want to subject poor Hank to that.”
Nodding, Betsy hurried from the room. That left Spencer with Ororo and Warren, who both flanked him and got him out into the hallway. “Let’s get you down to the Med Lab so you’re ready when they arrive.” Ororo suggested.
Spencer continued to rub his stomach as his friends led him toward the Med Lab. Underneath everything was running a current of fear that was twined tightly together with joy. Whether he was ready or not, his boys were making their appearance tonight. God, he had no idea if he was ready for this!
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It took two hours before those in the Med Lab were alerted by Charles that the team had just arrived in the hanger. Two hours in which Spencer dealt with increasingly stronger contractions. They were fifteen minutes apart by the time the Blackbird made its landing. Everyone that had stayed behind at the mansion was gathered already inside of the Med Lab. Charles sat, overseeing the group. Betsy and Warren were seated in chairs beside the man. Ororo was up with Spencer, pacing beside him, helping him breathe through the contractions when they hit. With each contraction, they grew stronger and stronger.
It was no surprise that Remy was the first to burst into the room. He came in just as Spencer was starting to breathe through yet another contraction. The young genius curled his hands over his stomach and focused on his breathing, yet he felt the warmth of Remy’s emotions wash over him, drawing him in and cushioning him against some of the pain. Then familiar hands were on him and Spencer leaned into them without even having to open his eyes. He knew who that was holding him now. Spencer didn’t hesitate to shift one hand and grab on to Remy’s, squeezing tightly. The contraction peaked and for a single second Spencer couldn’t control his own powers. An electrical surge ran through the house, making the lights brighten and flash before settling back down to normal.
No sooner had the contraction finished than Spencer was turning to glare at his partner. “You’re late.”
The snarled words didn’t bother Remy in the least. He kept his hold on Spencer's hand and used his other to rub at his lover’s lower back. “Y’ aint had em yet, so technically, I aint late.”
“You’re going to try and trip me up on a technicality now?” The idea of it had Spencer's glare deepening. How could Remy stand there and try to joke with him now, of all times? Didn’t he realize just how terrified Spencer had been here without his partner? Sure, he’d had friends. He’d had the woman who acted like a sister. But none of them had been the person he’d wanted. More than anything else he had wanted Remy with him.
Everything about Remy went soft. He pulled Spencer in close, stroking a hand over his cheek and smoothing his hair back from his face. There was so much love on his face and in the link that it took Spencer's temper and fear and pushed them back. “Je suis désolé I wasn’t here, mon cœur. I’m here now, though. I aint going nowhere. I’m gonna stay right here wit’ y’ and we’re gonna finally get to meet our boys.”
Behind them, Spencer heard someone clearing out the room, evicting the people that were there to watch. For now he and Remy were left to stand together while the rest of the room was abuzz with preparations. They only had a short moment to themselves before the night’s event would truly start. Spencer took advantage of it. He nuzzled his face against Remy’s hand. “I’m scared, Rem.” He whispered the words softly. “Are we really ready for this? I mean, I just…I’m scared.”
“Je sais. Moi aussi, Spencer. Mais we can do dis. We’ll fumble our way through dis together. We aint really got a choice, anyways.” He chuckled and reached down to stroke a hand over Spencer's hard stomach. “Aint like we can tell dem dey gotta stay in dere until we’re ready.”
The idea of that was enough to make Spencer chuckle. He tipped his head up in silent plea and was rewarded with a loving kiss. “I love you, Remy LeBeau.”
“Je t’aime aussi, Spencer Reid.”
Hank’s voice interrupted their moment, drawing their attention away from one another. “We’re ready when you are, Spencer.”
Shifting, the two men stood side by side, hands held together. Spencer gave Remy one last look. “Let’s go meet our sons.”
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January 20^th, at 1:53 am, the Med Lab was filled with the sounds of new life. Spencer Reid lay stretched out on the hospital bed, his partner standing by his head, while Hank stood on one side of his stomach and Jean assisted on the other side. A draped blanket kept Spencer from seeing what was going on below, but he was able to watch his partner’s face as Remy watched over the top of the blanket. Off to the sidelines, Ororo stood waiting with two hospital bassinettes, ready to take the precious bundles as they were handed over. Spencer knew he would never forget the sound of that first cry as it filled the air, or the way that Remy’s whole face lit up. He’d never forget as another cry joined the first, or how Remy looked down at him, smiling so brightly through his tears, and said the only thing he could manage to say. “Je t’aime, Spencer. Je t’aime.”
It all seemed like some kind of dream to Spencer. So surreal. Then Remy was stepping away to cut the cords and then suddenly he came back around the drape and Spencer saw the bundle he carried and the bundle that Ororo carried as well. With his arms stretched out on either side of him, held down by tubes and such, Spencer couldn’t reach out to them, but he turned his head towards them and got his first view of their boys. Spencer barely noticed the tears that flowed from his own eyes. Emotion clogged his throat and took away his words. He could say nothing. His smile said it all. Love filled his eyes as he looked at his partner and his sons and love filled him in ways he had never known were possible.
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Quickly and efficiently Hank finished caring for Spencer, and in no time the young genius was in his recovery bed in a fresh gown, waiting anxiously as his boys were brought over to him. Weakened from the ordeal and the medicine in his system, Spencer could only hold one, so Remy sat down right beside him in the bed, cradling their other son. All Spencer could seem to do was look down in amazement at the small life in his arms. He counted fingers and toes and marveled over the soft, smooth skin, as pale as his own. Brown curls covered each little head. But what Spencer loved most of all, what he had secretly hoped for and was so happy to see, was the small, wide red on black eyes that blinked up at him. Both boys had Remy’s eyes.
Hank had sectioned off a corner of his lab for them to grant them privacy. He peeked around the corner of it now, smiling broadly at the couple. “Are you ready for visitors?”
“Go ahead, Hank.” Spencer smiled up at him. He wanted to share his joy with those that had become family.
When Hank drew the curtain back, it looked as if the whole mansion were there waiting, all of the smiling. Their smiles were nothing compared to the ones that Spencer and Remy wore. As proud as any Papa in history, Remy shifted the bundle in his arms. “Everyone, I’d like y’ to meet our sons. Dis is Philip Henri.”
“And this is Andre Foret.” Spencer finished. He looked down at little Andre and his heart warmed even more. “Boys, meet your family.”
As they’d planned, Remy took the next part, looking through the crowd to the person that he wanted. He and Spencer had talked about this and discussed for quite a while what they wanted to do. Their decision was one they were both happy and comfortable with. “Scotty?”
Scott stepped through the group and right up to the bed. When he got close, Remy shifted the bundle he held, holding it out to the man. Instinctively Scott’s arms came out to take Philip. He held him carefully, cradling the little boy in the crook of his arm. As soon as he was settled, Remy reached out, stroking one little curl back. “Spencer and I talked about dis quite a bit and we’d both like, if’n y’ agree, fo’ y’ to be de parrain fo’ de boys. De godfather. Ro’s already agreed to be deir godmother.”
Surprise transformed Scott’s face and Spencer felt his shock. “Me?”
“Yes, you.” Spencer answered. He chuckled at the incredulous look Scott gave them. “You’re a perfect choice, Scott. And we know that, if anything ever happened to us, you and Ororo would make sure our boys grew up safe and healthy. They’d grow up surrounded by people who loved them and who would protect them.”
“Wow. I just, I thought…” The words trailed off, but the way Scott tipped his head towards Logan spoke volumes. Everyone knew that Logan was Remy’s best friend and that he was very protective of Spencer as well. Seeing that gesture, Logan was the one to answer that unspoken question. “The brats and I already talked, Scooter. Spencer said that since I act like an overprotective parent towards them, I might as well take the title of grandpa.” He grumbled when he said it, but there was a light on his face that showed just how pleased he was by that.
Amidst the laughter in the room, Scott looked up from Philip and he smiled brightly at the two men on the bed. “I’d be honored.”
That seemed to be the cue for everyone else to come close. Spencer found his bed surrounded by people and Andre was passed off to the first pair of arms there, Jubilee’s. Everyone was talking and laughing and the love in the room was enough to leave Spencer feeling almost like he was high. He felt Remy’s arm slide around his shoulders and he leaned in against his partner’s side. In that moment, Spencer knew he had finally found something that he hadn’t even known he’d been searching for. Here was family. Here, he was home.
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