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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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Somehow Spencer had managed to put off shopping for new clothes for two weeks after his official ‘move in’ at the mansion. But after two weeks, even Spencer had to admit that he needed it. He was just a small built individual and, because of that, his clothes weren’t really fitting him anymore. At thirteen weeks, just finishing his first trimester, he was definitely showing. It could still be hidden underneath a slightly baggy shirt, but only just barely. Being a man, it just made it look like he had a small gut under the shirt.
The baggy shirts came in handy, since his pants didn’t always button anymore, and a baggy shirt hid the fact that he didn’t button his pants. Not that it was really a problem; he’d been battling morning sickness—which he had decided was not properly named, seeing as how he was sick through the entire day—so he’d mostly stayed out at the boathouse. If people wanted to see him, they came out there more often than not. However, in a regular fitting shirt or shirtless, there was absolutely no denying the pregnancy belly, something that Remy seemed to love.
But over the past week, the morning sickness had seemed to level out. So long as he avoided certain things and kept a pack of crackers on him at all times, he could get through an entire day now without throwing up. The constant need to pee was fading too, thankfully. His body was adjusting to the extra water he was putting in. And, even more wonderful, the fatigue was starting to fade. At the checkup they’d had with Hank just two days ago, the doctor had told them that everything was progressing fantastically. Also, they’d been able to hear the heartbeats this time, a moment that had brought tears not just for Spencer, but for Remy as well.
So, feeling better than he had for weeks, Spencer had found himself corralled into going into the city to go shopping. On the average day, Spencer wasn’t a shopper. The idea of going now when there was the potential that people would see his stomach and realize what it was, it terrified him. Admitting that to himself had been what had finally given Spencer the courage to go. He refused to let ignorant minded people force him into hiding out until the children were born. He had just as much right to be out in public as anyone else. Still, it made him feel immensely better when he realized that it wasn’t just he and Remy going. Logan, Storm, and Jubilee were all going with them to run errands as well. Ororo needed to go to the nursery to pick up a few things as well as a store for persona items; Jubilee just liked to shop; Logan was going to watch out for Jubilee and to act as a bit of a guard for the group. No one protested that.
All the mental reassurances in the world weren’t enough to stop Spencer from feeling nervous when they started to walk from the car toward the mall. Public places like this had always tended to make him just a little bit nervous when he was younger; there were so many people and no way to watch them all. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his coat, holding it close around him, his shoulders hunching slightly. Instinct had him drawing in on himself to try and present a smaller target. The technique had saved him more than once as a kid and a teen who had needed desperately not to stick out in the crowd. It had been so long since Spencer had felt that way. He hated that he was feeling it now. He was a grown man! This shouldn’t be a problem anymore for him. But that didn’t make it go away. Part of him felt like the kid he’d once been—ready to jump at shadows, never quite sure what was waiting for him and dead sure that any person he came in contact with was going to do him harm.
Suddenly an arm was sliding around his shoulders, settling comfortably there. Spencer tipped his head a little and slanted a look out the side of his shades to where Remy was now walking beside him. Remy was the only person in Spencer’s life that knew the whole, unvarnished truth of Spencer’s life. It had taken time to tell him, the truth hadn’t come out all at once. But over time, he’d let Remy in to that part of his life. In return, Remy had done the same. He said that there was no one that knew more of his life than Spencer. The two had seen the demons each man carried and still they were there for one another.
Spencer took a deep breath and tried to calm himself back down. He took one hand out of his pocket, slipping that arm around Remy’s waist. That seemed to help a little. It was a good reminder that he wasn’t a kid anymore and he most definitely wasn’t alone. Yes, there were still people out there that would want to hurt him and some that would want to hurt those with him. But none of them were easy targets and they were not alone. He was not a scared kid anymore; he was an adult and he was going to act like it.
In an effort to help lighten his mood, Spencer looked around the mall as they stepped in, trying to get into the swing of this. When his eyes lit on a store, a soft sound came past his lips. It was a sound of longing. Remy saw what he was looking at and immediately adjusted their route to avoid it. “Look over here, Cher. Y’ wanna grab one of dem drinks from da smoothie shack y’ like so much?”
Spencer couldn’t stop the pout that settled on his face. “You’re a cruel, cruel man, Remy. Just one isn’t going to hurt me. Just a little one.”
“Look, dey got a new flavor in. Y’ wanna try dat one, Cher?” Remy spoke as if he hadn’t heard Spencer’s words at all.
Grimacing, Spencer turned his head, looking over at his friends and trying to gauge which one might help him. Picking his target, he put on his most pitiful face. “Jubes, help a friend out over here. Remy’s being mean to me.”
“Mean, huh?” Jubilee grinned and sidled up to him. “What’s the matter, Spencer?”
“I just want—” A hand came over Spencer’s mouth, cutting off what he’d been about to say. Instantly he bit down, satisfied when Remy let out a yelp and let go. He turned back to his lover and glared at him. “That was uncalled for!”
“Da answer is non, Spencer.” The look Remy gave him was stern. “Y’ know dat, so don’t y’ even try giving me dat pouty face. Even y’ agreed with Henri on dis one. Now, take what y’ can get or take nothing. Y’r choice.”
Remy being right didn’t take away from Spencer’s grumpy feeling. His pout switched over to a sulk. “I’ll take number seven.” He mumbled. Number seven was his favorite smoothie, a strawberry banana. Remy squeezed his shoulders in a sympathetic sort of way. After kissing Spencer’s cheek, he moved up to the stand, leaving Spencer there with his arms crossed over his chest, still sulking. Jubilee stepped up beside him, one arm going around his back, her other hand resting on his arm. “Aw, Spencer, quit looking so damn sad. You’re breaking my heart! What’s wrong? What’d that mean old Gambit do to you?”
With a low laugh, Logan shook his head. “I can guess. Our coffee junkie is cut off, isn’t that right, runt?” he taunted.
Spencer scowled over at his friend. “Shut up, Logan! It’s not funny. You guys just had to walk me right in the mall in full view of a Starbucks and not expect me to want one? That’s just cruel! It’s torture, I tell you!”
Smothering a laugh, Ororo stepped up to Logan’s side. “Why don’t we leave these young ones to do their shopping, Logan? I’m sure that Remy and Spencer can keep a perfectly good eye on Jubilee. I could use your help next door in the gardening store.” She said. Logan took a moment to look at Spencer and Jubilee before nodding. “Keep your phones on you and call if there’s trouble. And don’t get arrested, all right?” he ordered them. Cheekily, Spencer and Jubilee both saluted him. Logan was still shaking his head as he and Ororo took off.
The two turned back to one another to talk while they waited for Remy to come back over. “So,” Jubilee drawled out. A grin curved her lips. “We get to pick out new clothes for you, huh? This is going to be a blast, Spencer. Thanks for letting me come with.”
“No problem. And for the record, you can pick all the clothes you want, but that is no guarantee I’m going to agree to them.” Spencer flicked a finger over the tip of her nose. “I’ve seen your fashion sense and I can honestly say that, while it works for you, I seriously doubt that it would for me.”
“But you’ve got to let Rems and I dress you! We’ll have you looking fantastic!”
A pair of arms came around Spencer’s waist and Remy’s warm body pressed up against his back. One arm wrapped over Spencer’s stomach while the other held the smoothie out to him. “M’ man already looks fantastic, Jubilee. Don’t need to change nothing f’ dat. Just getting him t’ings dat fit better.” Remy told her. Spencer took his smoothie from Remy and took the first drink before smiling. “Flatterer.” He said.
Remy didn’t even deny it. “Oui. Is it working?”
“Mm.” Spencer took another drink from his smoothie, enjoying the flavor. “A little. But feel free to continue to suck up.”
“Now dat sounds like a good time to me.” The leer in his words was obvious. Jubilee started laughing and Spencer turned to look at Remy’s face. “Promises, promises, Rems.”
Jubilee pushed at the two of them, making them stumble slightly. “Break it up you two, before you run off on me to go be freaky somewhere in the mall. We’re supposed to be here to shop, not flirt and make innuendos.”
Shifting out from behind Spencer, Remy took hold of Spencer’s hand. He gave his lover a mock look of pity. “She’s got so much to learn, Cher. Can’t even manage to shop and flirt at da same time.” Reaching out, he snagged Jubilee around the neck, pulling her close as the trio took off through the mall. “Y’ stick close to Remy, petit. He’ll show y’ how to do all at once and make it work in y’r favor even more.”
“To me.” Spencer corrected automatically. “I’ll show.”
“Mais, dat’s what I said, Spencer. T’ink y’ need to get y’r ears checked, mon ami.”
The yelp Remy gave when Spencer pinched his ass echoed through that section of the mall.
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The first few stores they went into, Spencer didn’t really find anything that he wanted or that was really his style. Thankfully, Remy had declared that nothing in them suited Spencer, so Jubilee hadn’t been able to try to force Spencer into trying things he didn’t want to wear. But they’d allowed the girl a little time in two of them to find things for herself. In the third store, as they were getting ready to leave, Spencer noticed Jubilee’s hand drifting toward something on the shelf, her sleeve angled just right that he could see what she was going to do. Just as he could see the security guard carefully watching her. As discreetly as possible, he stepped up beside her, putting his arm around her waist, using that as a cover to pull her arm away before she could steal the little knickknack she’d been attempting to lift. “I’m getting a little warm in here. Come sit outside and wait for Remy with me?” he suggested. She allowed him to lead her out.
Once they were outside the store, Spencer sat down on the bench, almost yanking her down beside him. “That was a foolish thing to do.” He instantly scolded. Looking over, he glared at the girl who was now crossing her arms over her chest and slumping down slightly on the bench. “It was incredibly foolish, Jubilee. What on earth were you thinking?”
“Aw, Spencer!”
Remy came walking out of the store just then, his eyes scanning the crowd before focusing on them. Once he found them he made his way over. It was easy for him to read the body language. One eyebrow quirked over his sunglasses. “What’s wrong with da petit?”
Rolling his eyes, Spencer rose, absently rubbing at his stomach. His smoothie was long gone and he was getting a snacky feeling. “She tried a casual touch without checking for any snakes. I stopped her and now she’s sulking.” Biting his lip, he looked over Remy’s shoulder, eyes focusing on what he wanted. He looked back to his lover and put on his most winning smile. “Would you explain to her why she’s being ridiculous while I go get myself a giant pretzel? They smell fantastic. Would you like one?”
Thinking for a second, Remy finally nodded. “Sounds good. Merci, mon cœur.” He made his way to the bench and took Spencer’s vacated seat, absently watching the young genius make his way to the little pretzel stand. Part of Remy’s attention stayed focused on Spencer while the rest turned to Jubilee. He took in the sulk on her face and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Ah, petit, why da long face? Spencer saved y’ from being arrested, non?”
“What does he know? I was doing just fine.” She grumbled.
Remy leaned back against the bench seat, settling his single bag between them before putting his arm on the back of the bench. His eyes drifted to the store they just came out of. “Were y’? Tell Remy, did y’ see da cameras at da front, left side and two in da back?”
Scowling, Jubilee turned to look at him. “Of course I did! And I saw the scanner for the magnetic tags, but it didn’t have one on it.”
“And did y’ keep tabs on da cashier and da guard patrolling da main part of da mall?”
“Yes! I looked for everything, Remy.”
He looked at her from the corner of his eye. “Did y’, now? Let’s see. Let Remy ask y’ dis, den. Do y’ see dat man over der at da entrance of da store, looking through da doodads on dat shelf der? Red bandana on his left arm and da torn jeans.”
After a glance, Jubilee looked back to Remy. “Yeah. What about him?”
“Did y’ know he’s mall security?” At Jubilee’s shocked look, Remy nodded. “Doesn’t really show much but f’ his body language. Da way he carries himself and moves in and out of da stores. Doesn’t really get t’ings when he shops and he’s always angled to watch da people dat come in and out. And if y’ look real careful, y’ can tell he’s carrying. Dat’s what we call a snake, Cher. Dey lie in wait and strike when y’ make a mistake. Y’ see, Spencer wasn’t trying to ruin y’r fun. He was helping y’.”
Leaning back, Remy let her think about what he’d said, knowing that it was going to take her a moment to process it. People tended to have a hard time thinking of Spencer as anything but a nerd, a genius, or a Fed. The random moments that the street kid buried inside of him came up were few and far between around anyone but Remy.
Love warmed Remy as he watched Spencer start to make his way back over toward them. He was balancing three pretzels, obviously trying to think of how to carry them and manage to eat a bite of his all at the same time. He almost ran into three people, he was focusing so hard on his task. Remy was beyond thankful that some of the nausea seemed to be fading away. Hank wasn’t too pleased with Spencer’s weight, saying that he needed to gain more. But it had been almost impossible when almost all food had made him sick. Now, little by little, he was gaining that appetite back.
When he got close, Spencer sat down on Remy’s free side, handing him a cinnamon and sugar pretzel that Remy passed down to Jubilee, who took it with surprise. Next came a salted pretzel. Spencer settled down with his, which was plain, and he held a large cheese cup between him and Remy. “I figured we’d just share the cheese.” He explained.
Remy looked at the cup and up to Spencer with a smirk. “Uh huh. Y’ just want some of m’ salt to fall in der so y’ can get some of it.”
The wide grin that Spencer suddenly wore was answer enough. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. But, I must say, it’s a rather ingenious idea, Mr. LeBeau. If I had thought it, well, it would be rather smart.”
“Y’r something else, Spencer. Dat’s all I got to say about y’. Y’r something else.”
“You wouldn’t have me any other way.” With another grin, Spencer took the first bite of his pretzel, chewing happily
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Why on earth had he ever agreed to this? Sitting on the bench inside the dressing room, Spencer stared at the clothes he’d been given to try on. Why had he bothered to come with them? He could’ve easily just sent Remy in and let him pick out the clothes. The other man knew what kinds of things Spencer liked and he wouldn’t have brought him back clothes that Spencer would hate; he knew better than to do that. But no, instead of just letting Remy have free reign, he’d had to come in with the man and actually shop. Hell, who said he needed new clothes anyways? He could just hang out in pajama pants and big shirts all the time!
Pausing in his thoughts, Spencer shook his head. Even he knew that that sounded ridiculous. He sighed and looked at the clothes once again. Come on, just admit what the real problem is here he scolded himself. It wasn’t like anyone else was in here with him and there was no one here reading his mind. To himself at least he could admit what was irritating him. It just seemed so, so…silly.
The door to the changing room slipped open suddenly and Spencer watched as Remy smoothly slipped in, shutting the door behind him. His eyes were locked on Spencer, who sat in just his shirt and boxers, sitting cross legged on the bench. Furrowing his brow, Remy moved forward and squatted down in front of him, reaching up to slide his sunglasses to the top of his head. He reached out and shifted Spencer’s sunglasses up as well so that they could look into one another’s eyes. “What’s wrong, Spencer?” he asked while rubbing lightly at Spencer’s knee.
First instinct was to say there was nothing wrong—he squashed that easily enough. He didn’t want to lie to Remy and it wouldn’t have worked anyways. Remy knew him too well. Instead, he tried to minimize it, not wanting to embarrass himself. “I was just having a moment, that’s all. It’s fine, Remy.”
“Don’t, Spencer. Tell me what’s bothering y’.” The tone to those words told Spencer clearly that he’d worried his partner. That was the last thing he wanted to do.
Lifting a hand, he reached out and ran his knuckles down Remy’s cheek. He summoned up an honest smile for the older man. “You worry too much, Rems. You’re going to give yourself wrinkles.” Despite the teasing, he sighed. There really was going to be no way around this. “It wasn’t anything serious. Just me indulging in a moment, that’s all. I wasn’t truly upset. More, sulking a little with myself. Man, I feel like such a girl saying this!” Blush filled Spencer’s cheeks and he brought his hands up to cover his face. “I tried on the pants and none of them fit and I was just having a little pity party at having grown so much already and thinking about how much more my waist is going to grow. That’s it, Rems. Apparently I was having a chick moment.”
To his credit, Remy didn’t laugh at him. Spencer was grateful for that. As much as he would’ve understood, he might’ve had to hit him if he’d laughed. His hands stayed on Spencer’s knees, thumbs stroking the skin there. “Y’r waist is going to swell, mon cœur. Der’s going to be no stopping dat. But y’ know what? Y’ll still be beau to me. I’m going to love every extra inch y’ gain, Spencer, because I know dat it’s all our petits. I love de little bump y’ have now. It looks so sweet on y’, Cher. I hate dat y’ cover it up, me. I love to see it. Love to look at y’ and see what we made together.”
Though he cried nowhere near as easily as he had a few weeks ago, the tears still came easier for him. Yet Spencer thought that anyone might have cried a little if they had someone telling them the things that Remy had just said. He lowered his hands, eyes sparkling with tears, to cup Remy’s face. Leaning down a little, he gave his partner a kiss. “Thank you.”
“Bien sûr. Now, let me go change dese out and I’ll bring in some more t’ings, d’accord?”
Spencer sat back and nodded. “D’accord.”
In no time at all, Remy was back with new clothes. This time, he didn’t bother staying outside the room. He walked right in when he brought the clothes and shut the door behind him. After putting them on the hook, he gestured at Spencer to stand up and handed him a pair of pants. “Try dese, Cher. Dey should fit fine.” He pushed his shades back up as he settled against the door to watch. Spencer cocked an eyebrow as he took the plain blue jeans and started to pull them on. “Do you mind?” He teased.
Smirking, Remy shook his head. “Not at all, Cher.”
As he pulled the pants up, Spencer smothered a chuckle. He zipped and buttoned the jeans, adjusting them on his waist. Once they were on, Remy started to sift through the tops that were hanging in there. Spencer took the hint and went ahead and pulled his shirt off. He had to admit that it was a definite ego boost when Remy turned around and Spencer saw the way his eyes flashed and could feel the spark of lust. “Dieu.” Remy tossed a t-shirt at Spencer. “Put dis on afore I f’get we’re in a public place, mon cœur.”
Spencer couldn’t help his smile even as he pulled the shirt over his head. It was just a basic blue short sleeved t-shirt. The very first thing he noticed was that there was no hiding his stomach in this shirt. It was undeniable. That’s just something you’re going to have to come to terms with sooner or later, Spencer Reid. You can’t keep hiding your stomach. People are just going to have to deal with it or get over it, one or the other. It’s not right that you should have to keep hiding yourself like you’re ashamed. Is that what this is? Are you ashamed of your babies?
Rubbing one hand over his stomach, Spencer stepped a little closer to the mirror, looking at himself. Was he ashamed? Instead of just brushing the question off, he actually took a moment to analyze his emotions. There was worry, yes. A small hint of fear. Not just for what people would think, but for the complications that came with a twin pregnancy. But there was also excitement. And there was pride. These little babies were his and Remy’s. Theirs. They weren’t children a surrogate would carry, that would only have one of their DNA. They weren’t adopted. No, these twins were a combination of the two of them. How could he be ashamed of them?
A small smile curved his lips without him realizing it. He hadn’t been dressing baggy solely for his own comfort lately. No, he’d done it to hide, the same as staying out at the boathouse most of the time. The clothes and the nausea and all of that had been easy excuses to avoid seeing anyone but Remy. Granted, so far it seemed that those at the mansion didn’t have a problem with this, at least according to the little he’d had contact with them and what Remy had told him. Only Bobby really seemed to have a problem with things. That first night, though, and the issues they’d had with Bobby had made him afraid. Because of that, he’d been reacting negatively.
“I’ve been hiding out, haven’t I?” He murmured suddenly. He looked at Remy through the mirror, giving him a small smile. “I’ve been hiding in the boathouse and in my clothes.”
Remy smiled back at him in a gentle sort of way. “Oui. I figured y’ just needed to adjust. Dis, it’s a lot to take in. A lot to adjust to. I was willing to give y’ all de time y’ needed.”
And yet again, Remy showed his love for his partner. It made Spencer’s smile grow. “I’m done hiding, Rems. I’m not going to walk about and shove it in people’s faces but I refuse to let myself hide out anymore.”
The light that came into Remy’s eyes said exactly how much this pleased him. “Good.” He told him softly. Then he switched his voice over to their usual teasing they shared. “Don’t t’ink y’ can hide it no more, Cher. In clothes dat fit, y’ definitely look pregnant. It’s nice.” He walked over, holding out a long sleeved over shirt. Spencer lifted his arms and slipped into it, leaving it unbuttoned at the front. He looked at his reflection and smiled. It was a good look. A him look. Just…a little fuller around the stomach.
“T’ink we got y’r sizes now, Cher.” Remy’s voice was warm by his ear as the Cajun wrapped his arms around Spencer from behind. His hands stroked over Spencer’s stomach. “Y’ look bon, Cher. Très bon.”
“Thank you.” Turning his head, he gave his partner a kiss. Then he grinned. “Let’s go get some more things and then go find some lunch. I think we’re hungry.”
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By the time Logan and Ororo found them again, the trio was sitting in the food court, laughing hysterically as Remy finished a story he was telling. Spencer was sitting back in his chair a little, one hand resting on his stomach, fingers laced with Remy’s, and his other hand holding yet another smoothie. On the table were the remnants of Chinese food.
“I see how it is.” Logan said as he walked up to the table. “We leave and you brats go and eat without us.”
Remy tipped his head up to grin at them. “Y’ expected me to tell Spencer to wait f’ y’ to get here afore he could eat? Y’r crazy, homme.”
Laughing, Ororo bent and kissed the top of Remy’s head. “Do not let Logan fool you, brother. We already ate on our way back over. Are you three ready to head back to the car? You look as if you’ve bought plenty.”
“I’m ready.” Spencer admitted. He stretched his legs under the table and tried to discreetly straighten up and stretch out his back. He should have known better than to think it would be discreet. Remy caught sight of it and that was all it took for him to say “Let’s go on and get back to de car, mes amis. T’ink we put a good dent in our bank accounts today.”
In short order the group were making their way out of the mall and toward the truck. They’d stuffed all of them into Logan’s truck so that they’d have the truck bed, covered by a canopy just in case of rain, to put their purchases and Ororo’s plants. The group climbed in, the younger trio taking the back while Ororo and Logan took the front. Spencer didn’t really mind, even if it did take him a second to climb in. Once he was in his seat, Remy lifted an arm and wrapped it around him, allowing Spencer to snuggle in close. That made it the perfect seat to sit in. He sighed into the embrace and let himself drift a little as the truck roared to life.
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