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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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Curled up in his warm bed, Spencer shifted in his sleep, instinctively adjusting to try and get more comfortable. One hand reached out as he started to wake, automatically going to the spot that had been empty for the past few weeks, seeking out the one he wanted to be there more than anything. When his hand encountered skin, he sighed happily, sure he was still asleep. His hand brushed over that skin, feeling the bare stomach he knew so well, tracing over the long, thin scar that was down near the hipbone. His hand slid up, finding its typical resting place over Remy’s heart. He gave another happy sigh and snuggled in close to his dream-Remy.
The arm that came around him felt startlingly real. It pulled him in close, bringing him to his favorite position against Remy’s side, cuddled to him. A soft kiss was pressed to the crown of his head and a hand laid over his, pressing it against the steady thrum of his dream love’s heart. Smiling, Spencer nuzzled the skin at his face, drawing in the scent that was purely his Cajun’s. It was the scent that finally told him. That cinnamon and vanilla scent with just a hint of spice to it. Joy filled Spencer’s heart and he quickly tipped his head up, looking through the dark into the most beautiful pair of red on black eyes. “It’s really you.” He breathed out.
The smile that curved Remy’s lips had Spencer wanting to cry from happiness. “Oui, allée chat. Aint no one else better be climbing in dis bed with y’ but Remy.” He drawled out. After being apart for weeks, only talking to him on the phone or through web chat, the sound of that Cajun drawl actually brought the tears—those blasted tears that came so easily anymore—flowing from his eyes. Tucking his head back down, Spencer clung tightly to him. “I thought I was dreaming you. I’ve dreamt you so much lately.”
Another kissed landed on the top of his head and Remy’s hold tightened ever so slightly. “Je t’aime, Spencer. What told y’ I was real?”
“Your scent.” Sniffling, Spencer smiled through his tears. “Even my dreams can’t perfectly recreate how wonderful you smell.”
That earned him the husky sound of Remy’s laughter. In a move well used, Remy rolled their bodies, angling his over top of Spencer’s, their faces ending up only inches apart. With one hand holding himself up, Remy used the other to wipe away Spencer’s tears. “Don’t cry, mon amour. Eyes as pretty as y’rs should never have tears in dem.”
Spencer’s smile grew and his tears still ran. “I missed you.” He whispered. Palms on Remy’s sides, he slid them up, tracing his muscles, feeling that skin that was like silk to touch.
“I t’ink I noticed dat.” Remy teased him. He bent his head down, stealing a gentle kiss. The hand that had been wiping at Spencer’s tears now reached down to tug on the edge of the shirt he was wearing. “I been wondering where dis went. Thought I lost it, me.”
Blush filled Spencer’s cheeks. Biting his lip, he looked down at the shirt. It was one of Remy’s that he’d ‘accidentally’ packed months ago when he’d gone for a visit. The shirt was one of the ones that Remy wore when he was doing work around the house, or painting, or anything like that. Too big for him, marked with paints and wood stain, it was a ratty old LSU t-shirt and Spencer absolutely loved it. “I was just…borrowing it.” His blush deepened at the smug look on Remy’s face. “Look, I just wanted something to, to make me feel a little closer to you when I had to go home. I didn’t think you’d miss just one shirt. It makes it a little, um, a little easier to sleep at night when you’re not with me.”
Remy bent his head to steal yet another kiss, cutting off Spencer’s babbled explanation. This time he didn’t pull back until Spencer was breathless. “Y’ aint gonna have to steal m’ shirts no more, Cher. Gonna take y’ home with me where y’ belong. Y’ll fall asleep in m’ bed, in our bed, every night and wake up der every morning. On da nights I gotta go on a mission, y’r gonna be in our bed with our t’ings, knowing da whole time dat I’m doing everything I can to hurry on home to y’.”
He punctuated his statement with another kiss, the hand on Spencer’s shirt slipping down to the hem and then snaking underneath to trace over the top of his thigh, up to his stomach, running over the swell that was there. Just the feel of Remy’s hand was enough to have Spencer sighing into their kiss. When they broke apart, Remy traced kisses down Spencer’s jaw, murmuring to him all the while. “I’m gonna take care of y’, Spencer Reid. Y’ and de petits.” He nipped at the bottom of Spencer’s ear, sucking the lobe in before letting it go, all the while running his hand over Spencer’s stomach. “Can’t wait to watch y’r belly grow with our family, Spencer. To feel da life moving in der. Y’r gonna be so beau, Cher.”
As that devil’s mouth moved to his neck, the hand on his belly slid south, wrapping around the semi hard flesh there and easily stroking it to life. Spencer’s hands gripped on Remy’s shoulders and his body trembled under the touch he’d been craving. He couldn’t stop his shudder when Remy whispered “Let me show y’ how much I missed y’, mon cœur.” Then Remy was sliding down his body and, before Spencer could say a word, Remy’s wet, warm mouth closed over him, drawing him in and making him moan. There were no more words as Remy took him higher and higher. Spencer didn’t even notice the hand that came up, pressing over his mouth to muffle the sounds he made. All he could focus on was the man between his legs and the pleasure that was filling him up until finally, oh dear God, the pleasure filled him completely and exploded out of him.
When he came back down he found himself wrapped in Remy’s arms once more, held against his side just like they’d started out as. Eyes barely open, exhausted from pleasure, Spencer nuzzled in. “What about you?” He managed to ask.
Remy lifted their joined hands and kissed Spencer’s knuckles before resting them over his heart again. “Mais, Cher, I came when y’ did. Almost passed out like y’ too but managed to stay awake and get m’self cleaned up.”
“Mm.”
“Go to sleep, Cher.” Came the teasing words. Oh so soft, Remy hummed lightly, the tune belonging to a Cajun lullaby. A smile on his lips, Spencer fell asleep pressed against the man he loved as the sweet music wove through his mind.

Long, tearful goodbyes were not something that Spencer was good with. Add in his new predisposition to easy tears and the goodbyes became even harder. Everyone had shown up at his apartment to help load the boxes into the truck and to say their goodbyes. They loaded everything together and then sat in the empty apartment and shared a final pizza. Bless them all, they kept it lighthearted, telling stories that kept him smiling and laughing. But eventually it came time for them to pack it away. Spencer saw it in the look that Logan gave to Remy.
Remy shifted his weight against the wall he was leaning back on, moving just enough to catch Spencer’s chin with his thumb and finger, drawing his gaze to him. Before he could say anything, Spencer sighed. “I know.” He said quietly. “If we want to get there before dark, we need to go.”
“I’ll give y’ some privacy f’ dis, Cher.” Remy told him. Then he leaned in and gave him a kiss. “Y’ take y’r time. Wolvie and Remy gonna go ahead and get da trash taken out and make sure everything’s ready to go.”
“Wolvie and I.” Spencer corrected absently as he and Remy rose from the ground.
Rolling his eyes, Remy tugged on a lock of Spencer’s hair. “Oui, dat’s what I meant, y’ petit allée chat.”
“Did he just call you little Alicia?” Emily asked. Her eyes were twinkling and a laugh was sitting on her lips.
That had Spencer both blushing and laughing at the same time. “No. He called me allée chat.”
“Non, I called y’ a petit allée chat dis time. But I usually call him just allée chat. In French it means alley cat.” Remy explained. He grinned at Spencer and tugged on his hair again. Scowling, Spencer swatted his hand away. “An alley cat that managed to catch himself a street rat, somehow.” He fired back.
Remy brought a hand up and blew a kiss at Spencer. “Oui, but y’ can’t help but love m’, Cher!”
“That is entirely beside the point.”
Laughing, Remy snagged Logan’s arm and led him out of the apartment, granting Spencer the privacy that he’d promised. That left Spencer staring at the team that he had worked with the past few years, trying to figure out how to say goodbye to a group of people that meant so much to him. He didn’t know what words to say or what to do. He should have known better than to worry about what to say. Garcia broke the awkward silence by simply stepping forward and wrapping her arms tightly around Spencer. “Oh, I’m gonna miss you, Reid!”
“I’ll miss you too, Garcia.”
“You better come back and visit once those babies are born. No traveling around until then, ok? We want you and them to be perfectly safe. But I can come see you, can’t I? Maybe take a weekend in New York and visit some with you!”
Her bubbling speech made him smile. “I’d like that a lot. I don’t want this to be a permanent goodbye.” His gazed turned toward the others, bringing them into the statement as well. “I don’t want this to mean that I lose you guys. You’re all…you’re all very important to me.”
“You won’t lose us, kiddo.” Moving forward, Dave took Garcia’s place, pulling Spencer in for a hug. Then he stepped back and took hold of his face, kissing each of his cheeks. “We’re family, Reid. You’ll see us again, more than you realize.”
Emily moved forward next. “He’s right. No matter how far apart family gets, they still stay family.” She told him as she took her hug. “Our family isn’t losing a member. It’s gaining more.” Her hand went down, touching the curve of his stomach. “You take care of these two and keep us updated. And send pictures. Lots and lots of pictures.” Impulsively she leaned in and hugged him again, whispering in his ear “I’m so happy for you, Reid. You and Remy are perfect together. I’m so very, very happy for you.”
That was enough to start his eyes watering. When Aaron stepped up to take Emily’s place, Spencer knew his battle with tears was going to be lost. This man who had stayed strong and steady in his life, acting as a father figure to him even when he had pushed away, staying solid for him even when Gideon left, was now smiling at him in a proud sort of way. He pulled a hankie from his pocket and stepped up, wiping some of the tears off of Spencer’s cheeks, chuckling at the embarrassed flush that fill those cheeks. “Don’t be embarrassed. I remember for the first few months, Hayley cried at the drop of a hat. If she wasn’t crying, she was laughing or yelling. You’ll start to even out soon enough.”
“I’ve never been a crier. Even if I get hurt, I’m not the type to cry.” Spencer grumbled.
“Well, you’ll get used to it now. It’s practice for when the kids get here. There will never be anyone in your life that’ll make you smile or cry more. And you’re going to love every minute of it.” Tucking his hankie away, Aaron pulled Spencer close for their hug. For a long moment Spencer just stood there, leaning against the strength of his ex-boss—his friend. “You’re going to make a wonderful dad, Reid. Congratulations. It’s about time you get to think about you and be happy.”
Once he released Spencer, Morgan stepped forward, wearing a wide grin. “All right, my turn.” He said. Then, without warning, he bent forward, wrapped his arms around Spencer’s waist and lifted him in a big bear hug that had Spencer laughing out loud. He flung his arms around Morgan’s neck and squeezed back, still laughing. Leave it to Morgan. The man could always, always, make him laugh. When he put Spencer back on his feet, the young genius gave him a mock glare and deliberately straightened his shirt, which happened to be the same shirt he’d worn to bed. The rest of his clothes were packed away. Remy had tried to convince him to stay in his pajama pants if he was comfortable, but Spencer had shook his head and put on a comfortable pair of jeans.
“I’m not saying some big goodbye, kid.” Morgan told him cheerfully. “Cause this aint goodbye to me. I’m sure as hell coming out to visit. A lot. It’s just a few hours on the train to New York. At least once a month if I can manage it I’m coming out for a weekend or something. You’re not getting rid of me.”
“Well, damn.” Spencer teased impishly. He opened his mouth to say something else when a now familiar sensation started. His eyes went wide and his body froze as he tried to figure out if it was really going to happen, or if it was just taunting him. No, it was coming. Quick as a flash he raced down the hall and stumbled into the bathroom, just barely managing to make it to the toilet before the pizza he’d eaten made its reappearance.
He recognized Morgan’s hands pulling back his hair, gathering it into a ponytail for him. He knew better than to just stand there and hold Spencer’s hair. One, it could occasionally irritate Spencer. Two, sometimes this could take a little while and no one wanted to stand indefinitely and hold another person’s hair.
It didn’t take long before another person entered the bathroom. This one moved right up to Spencer and sat near him, perching on the edge of the tub. He felt Remy’s warm love wrap around him. When his stomach finally stopped rolling and he weakly sat down on the floor, Remy reached out and flushed the toilet while Morgan handed down a paper cup of water to Spencer. It was embarrassing to have an audience for this. But, embarrassment or not, he let himself lean against Remy’s legs while he sipped off the water.
When he felt steady enough to move again, he allowed Remy to help him up off the floor. Then he looked over to the sink and scowled when he realized that his toothbrush wasn’t there. Morgan had disappeared, but he came back in just then, Spencer’s go bag in hand. “Your toothbrush is in here, kid.”
“Thank you.” Spencer said gratefully.
After brushing his teeth, Spencer packed the toothbrush back up, Remy stealing his bag and carrying it for him, and the two headed out. No one commented on the sudden bout of nausea. As a group, everyone left the apartment, asking Remy about the drive ahead of him and when they thought they might get in. Spencer listened with only half an ear. He waited until everyone was out of the apartment before turning back to it, pulling the door shut and locking it one last time. After this, he wasn’t going to be coming back to this apartment. Oh, he’d come back to Virginia, he knew that. But he’d never come back to this apartment again. Leaving here was like closing a final chapter in his life. Absently he rested one hand on his stomach. One chapter may have been ending, but a whole new one was starting and it was one he was excited to write.
Remy’s hand settled comfortably against the small of his back, his thumb rubbing ever so slightly. Spencer smiled. He was making the right decision. A little more confident, he turned away from the door and started off down the hall.
They returned the keys to the superintendent and then made their way to the truck. There were no more long goodbyes or big hugs. Remy got Spencer into the backseat of the truck, Logan was already in the driver’s seat, and then Remy was giving out hugs of his own and promises to call and visit when they could and giving out invitations for them to come visit them. Then he was in the truck and they were waving out the windows as Logan pulled away from the apartments. Spencer leaned out, waving at them all, smiling as they called out goodbyes. He stayed that way until they rounded the corner. Then he slid back in, rolling his window up and curling up slightly in his seat.
This was the right thing, what he was doing. Moving in with Remy was exactly what he wanted to do. He would be happy there—happier than he’d been anywhere. That wasn’t in question; it was fact. He knew it. This was a new start to his life and one he was looking forward to so much.
All that aside, his heart broke a little to say goodbye to his team and to walk away from them and the job he loved. He tried not to let it bother him, pushing it down and forcing those emotions back, but it wasn’t working well. All of a sudden he was pulled from his thoughts when he heard Remy curse. He didn’t get the chance to ask him what was wrong. The next thing he knew, Remy was twisting his body, climbing between the two front seats and into the backseat.
Scowling, the Cajun settled onto the seat right next to Spencer, opening his arms. “Get over here.” He demanded. When Spencer gave him a strange look, Remy rolled his eyes and reached out, pulling Spencer into his arms, shifting him so that his head was on Remy’s shoulder. “Now, Cher, will y’ quit trying to be so damn tough? Der aint nothing wrong with what y’r feeling. Aint no reason y’ shouldn’t grieve a lil f’ da life y’r leaving behind. Dat’s normal and natural. Y’ swallow it down den y’r just gonna make y’rself sick.” The annoyance faded from Remy’s voice, turning it softer and sweeter. One of his hands was rubbing lightly over Spencer’s bicep in a soothing sort of way. “Go on an let it out, mon amour. Der’s no shame in tears. Logan and I aint gonna mock y’ f’ dis. Y’r leaving behind some great family, Spencer. I know it hurts, yeah. Let it out.”
What else could he do? The love in Remy’s voice was the final bit that broke past his control. The tears started slowly, silently, despite his best intentions otherwise. He opened his mouth to try and tell Remy that he was fine, that he would be ok, but found himself whispering “I’m going to miss them, Rems.”
“I know you will, Cher. Je suis désolé.”
With a shuddering sigh, Spencer turned his head, burying his face against his love as the dam broke and the tears flowed. Silent sobs shook his body, but Remy held on tight. And as the tears finally started to fade away, Remy was still there, holding him and stroking him, soothing him down until Spencer’s body slid into an emotionally exhausted sleep.
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