Adult-FanFiction.org : Marvel 'Verse

Our Little Family	By : SpencerRemyLvr Category: X-men Comics > Crossovers Views: 2000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds nor its characters. I do not own XMen/Marvel or its characters. I am not making money from this writing

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
AN - Thank you for the reviews! Y'all are great :) And to answer a question -- yes, Spencer and Bobby are going to interact at some point very, very soon. I'll explain what Bobby's problem is, cause really I do like the guy and don't like him being so mean lol. But, all will make sense, I promise!

It was one month later when Spencer was sitting behind the desk of what had now seemed to become ‘his’ office at the mansion. Yet again, he was sifting through paperwork, putting together the numbers in his head and checking them against what he saw. Absently he wrote things out on the notepad near his right hand, trying to keep track of some things. At the same time he kept his eyes running over the paper in front of him.
A month ago when Scott had requested that Spencer look at the books to one of their halfway homes, the young genius had easily done as requested, spending a few days in the office he was being loaned and giving the books a thorough going over. In that process, he found quite a few things that were wrong and he brought them to Scott’s attention, as well as ways that they could shave off a bit here and there in their expenses. He advised him on where to change some of his shopping and what could be done to actually list the halfway home as its own place instead of being a hidden building. By doing that, it was enabling the place to be legit as well as earning them some government funding. That had tickled Scott to no end. “So we’re going to basically have the government fund a place for people they’d really like to just stamp out and destroy? I love it.” He’d declared.
From there, it seemed things had just grown. Scott and Charles both had asked Spencer if he’d mind going over other books of theirs to see if there was more he could do for them. The books for the actual schools and such were taken care of by Bobby and that was something that Spencer definitely didn’t want to step into. But he had no problem assisting them as acting as an accountant for the network of halfway homes. He’d been amazed that they were entrusting him with their finances this way and was determined to not make them regret it.
The more he looked at the books, the more places he saw that they were losing money. It amazed him that no one had seen it sooner. He’d already fixed three of the homes and set them on not only a better budget, but he’d helped get them better deals on the places that they bought supplies. He couldn’t believe how many ways they were getting screwed on things they bought.
A sudden shifting in his stomach drew his attention away from the numbers and towards his belly. His left hand automatically started to rub in response to the movement. He couldn’t help but smile. Just over the last week he’d started to feel the babies move. He hadn’t mentioned anything to Remy yet because, at first, he wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe it was a cliché, but he’d thought it was gas, or muscle twinges as his body adjusted to the additional weight, or a million other things. Then, in just the past two days, the feelings had grown and become a little stronger, leaving no doubt as to what they were. It wasn’t quite kicks that he felt yet. More, the twins seemed to be rolling around in there.
Thinking of the twins had Spencer settling back in his chair. He stretched his legs out under the desk and let himself just take a moment to relax. While his one hand continued to rub his stomach, he reached out with the other to pick up his ever present glass of juice. Again, just in the past few days, he’d found himself constantly wanting blueberry juice, ever since he’d had a glass at dinner in the mansion.
A glance at the clock showed him that it was almost time for his appointment with Hank. The doctor had him on weekly appointments and Spencer had just hit seventeen weeks yesterday. Today they’d go in, do the usual check-up, listen to the heartbeats, and then Spencer knew he’d have to endure yet another lecture on his lack of weight gain. He was getting better, really! Nausea rarely hit him anymore. It had been like a week since the last time he’d thrown up.
Another roll brought his attention back to his stomach. He looked down, unable to stop from smiling. There was absolutely no denying he was pregnant now. All of his weight gain seemed to be all belly. Remy absolutely loved it. He radiated happiness every single time he got to sit and run a hand over Spencer’s stomach, something that he did constantly. Though Spencer wasn’t fond of others reaching out to touch his stomach, he had known that Remy would be very tactile with this pregnancy and it didn’t bother him at all. When they sat together, Remy’s hands often stroked over his stomach, or simply rested there.
His mind drifted as he stared at the wall of his office. They really needed to start picking up some things for the babies. They’d decided which room in the boathouse they wanted to use and Remy had cleared it out. Now they just had to figure out what they wanted to decorate it as. They could wait until they knew the genders and decorate it accordingly, or they could decorate in a gender neutral sort of way. Maybe a theme in there—something the babies might love. But what did children love? Spencer’s experience with kids was limited. He didn’t know what the average baby liked.
It worried him sometimes, thinking about what life was going to be like once the babies were born. Was he going to be a good Dad? Would he be able to give them the right kind of life? There were so many things that could go wrong. So many things he could do wrong. Oh, he knew those were normal new-parent fears, but that didn’t make them easier to deal with. These two lives were going to be his and Remy’s responsibility. He wanted to make sure he did right by them.
One thing they would never lack in life was love. Already Spencer felt love for the two beings inside of him. He felt himself fall in love a little more every day.
“Don’t y’ just look like de picture of contentment?” Remy said warmly from the doorway.
Smiling a little wider, Spencer turned his chair, looking at the man that he loved. “Hey, baby.” The pet name slipped out without Spencer even intending it. He generally used a pet name for his partner only when he was feeling really sweet, or in intimate moments. He took another drink before setting his glass down. “Coming to get me for our appointment?”
“Oui. Wasn’t sure y’d be watching de clock or not.”
As Remy walked into the room, Spencer couldn’t help but admire the man’s form. The artfully ripped jeans and the long sleeved black shirt with his usual trench coat. His auburn hair was pulled back in the braid he usually kept it in when he was training—which was where Spencer knew he’d been before he came here.
Right when Remy got to him, the twins seemed to push instead of roll this time, startling Spencer enough that he straightened just slightly in response to the push. His eyes traveled down. “Oh!” He exclaimed. A silly sort of smile curved his lips. “Your little ones are apparently deciding to be active today.” He said. A look at Remy’s face showed the older man’s shock and delight. Remy squatted down in front of him, one hand coming up to rest on his stomach. “Y’ can feel dem?” he asked reverently.
“I wasn’t sure at first, but the past couple days it’s been getting stronger. Today I’m positive. They’ve been mostly rolling around, I guess you’d call it. That’s the first time I’ve really felt one push at me.”
Leaning in close, Remy pressed a kiss to Spencer’s stomach, murmuring in Cajun softly. Love flowed over the link to Spencer, warming him even more inside. He sent a wave of love back. Then he tugged on Remy’s hand. “Come on. Let’s get down there before we end up late. I’d like to get this appointment done and over with.” He said teasingly.
Remy pressed one last kiss to his belly and then straightened up. “Mais, weekly lab visits. Sometimes I t’ink dat man is part vampire, yeah? Always taking more and more blood.” He gave a little shudder and wrinkled his nose. “I wonder bout dat homme. T’ink we need to get him up and out of de labs more often, oui? Show him dere’s more to life den de lab.”
“Good luck with that.” Spencer snorted. He braced his hands on his chair and tried to stand, only to find that he couldn’t quite get the angle he wanted. His stomach wasn’t really big enough to fully get in his way, but his center of gravity was off and he felt like he was learning how to balance for things all over again. He shifted his feet a little and adjusted his grip before finally pushing up off the chair. That had been something that had been steadily getting worse lately as well. After being snapped at more than once, Remy had learned to let Spencer make the attempt on his own before offering assistance.
On his feet, Spencer put a hand to his back and stretched just a little, trying to ease the ache there. When he straightened, Remy gave him a sympathetic look. “Want me to rub y’r back f’ y’ tonight, Cher?” He offered.
“You really think I’d turn that down?” Spencer grinned at him. Before moving away from the desk, he reached down and grabbed his glass, intent on bringing it with him. It was still mostly full! He happily took a drink while moving his free hand and lacing it together with Remy’s. The two made their way from the room. “Man, Rems, we’ve got to get some more of this.” Looking at his glass, Spencer made a happy little sound. “It’s delicious. And, well, this was the last glass in the fridge.”
Remy squeezed his hand. “I’ll make a run to town later and get some f’ y’. Y’ t’ink about what else we might need and put it on a list f’ me, d’accord?”
They stepped inside the elevator and Remy pressed the button to take them down to the lower levels. While the doors were shutting, Spencer leaned over and kissed Remy long and hard. They broke apart and Spencer smiled at him. “You’re awfully good to me, Mr. LeBeau.”
“If dat’s what I get f’ picking up some juice, I’m gonna start bringing y’ some every day.” Remy teased him in a husky voice.
The elevator doors opened and Spencer smirked as he stepped out. He took another drink from his glass. “Not just juice, Rems. This juice. That makes all the difference in the world.”
“Oui, mon cœur. I’ll even get de same brand and everything. And I’ll make sure to get one f’ here and one f’ de house. How does dat sound?”
Pausing outside the doors to the Med Lab, Spencer grinned brightly at him. “I knew there was a good reason I love you.” He kissed him once more before stepping through the doors. Behind him, he heard Remy scoff at him. “I see how it is now, Cher. Buy a man some juice and he professes love. Y’ gonna be loving on Logan if he goes and get y’ some juice, too?”
Eyes twinkling, Spencer winked at Hank, who was watching them with amusement from his desk. Then Spencer looked over his shoulder at Remy. “I told you. Not just any juice. This juice.” He held up his glass and pointed to it. “It has to be this one. I don’t just fall for any man with any old juice. I have my morals, you know.”
“Oh, excusez-moi.”
Before they could continue, Hank shook his head and interrupted them, laughter in his words. “Shall we start the appointment, gentlemen?”
Spencer finished off the last of his juice before shrugging. “I suppose we could, seeing as how we’re here and such.” He said with a sigh. His smile grew as the other two laughed at him.
The appointment itself took no time at all. They were well used to the routine by now. Hank did a basic physical, drew blood, checked his stomach, listened to the heartbeat, all of those kinds of things. Then came the part of the appointment that always made Spencer sigh. Dressed again and sitting on the exam table with Remy beside him, Spencer got to listen to the lecture about his weight. Most of it he zoned out; it wasn’t like he wasn’t trying! But putting weight on had always been an issue for him. He made agreeable sounds, though, and promised to try and eat more.
With that past, Hank made a notation on his chart and then settled back in his chair. “So far, everything seems to be progressing well, Spencer. I must say, you really do seem to be sailing well through this pregnancy. Your morning sickness is completely gone, you say you have no heartburn, you’re not constantly fatigued. Honestly, you seem to be doing better than most women.”
Spencer grinned at that and looked at Remy. “You hear that? I’m doing fine. I told you that you worry too much.”
“I warned y’ at de start dat I was gonna worry f’ y’, Cher. So don’t y’ be giving me none of y’r lip, yeah.” Remy said before sticking out his tongue.
Laughing, Hank shook his head at their antics. The two were a constant source of amusement to anyone who spent any length of time with them. “Now that we’ve finished your typical physical, I’d like to hear how you’ve been feeling this past week. Any troubles I should be aware of? Has anything changed for you?”
“No serious troubles.” Resting a hand on the top of his stomach, Spencer let his other hand rest on Remy’s thigh, thinking about his answer. “My lower back seems to ache more and more, but I make sure to sit carefully and to not stay in one position for too long. I periodically get up from the desk and stretch. Um, I seem to be losing my sense of balance. It takes me a bit to shift right to stand up and sometimes my balance seems to be less than it should. Or, when I stand, I get dizzy. But I’ve learned how to adjust some and to rise slowly and carefully to minimize the problem.” He paused, a smile starting. “Also, I’m feeling them move. Shifting and now pushing a little bit. I wasn’t sure before, but I’m positive now.”
“That’s wonderful! It’s a good sign. As they grow stronger and steadier, you’ll need to monitor the kicks.” Hank advised. He looked over to Remy and gave him a kind smile. “Give it a few weeks and you should be able to feel it as well. The carrier always feels it first until they grow a little stronger. Soon, you’ll most likely be able to see the kicks.”
Spencer wrinkled his nose. “Doesn’t that just sound pleasant? You’re so very reassuring, Dr. McCoy.”
“Glad to be of assistance, Spencer.” Was the cheeky reply. Then Hank turned slightly serious. “There is one thing I’d like to talk with you two about before you leave my lab today.” At the worried looks the two suddenly wore, Hank hurried to explain. “No, no, it’s nothing serious! What I wanted to discuss was your living arrangements.”
“Quoi?” Remy asked with confusion. Spencer just sighed and waited; he had a feeling he knew what was coming. He’d actually been waiting to see how long it would take before this topic came up.
Hank set his clipboard in his lap and looked steadily at them. “Your due date is set for March, Spencer. That means that some of the most awkward stages of your pregnancy are going to be in a season of bad weather. Already we’re in October. As the rain increases and the snow arrives later, it’s going to become risky for you to be trudging back and forth between the house and the boathouse multiple times a day. There’s always a risk of a fall. I’d like it if you two would think about moving into a room here at the mansion for the duration of the pregnancy. Once it’s done, you can move back to the boathouse. But for now I think it would be best for you to be here. Not only so you aren’t walking in those conditions, but so that if anything does happen, you don’t have to try to make your way to the house. You’ll be here and therefore have easier access to immediate medical attention.”
Turning his head, Remy cocked his head at Spencer, the question obvious on his face. Spencer sighed and shrugged. “I can handle it, if I have to.” Something came to him and he chewed on his lip, contemplating if it was worth asking.
“Quoi, Spencer?”
He wouldn’t know unless he asked. Shyly looking at the Cajun, Spencer hesitantly asked “Can we bring our bed? I know it’ll be a pain to move, but it’s so comfortable and, well, it’s so hard to find anything comfortable. I mean, I know it would be silly to bring it up here when there are already perfectly fine beds…” A hand over his mouth cut off his ramble before it could really get going. After letting go, Remy leaned in and kissed him. “I’ll get de guys to help me move it on up. Y’ mind taking m’ old room? De only neighbor we’d have den would be Logan.”
“That’s perfectly fine.” Happy, Spencer shifted, tucking his head against Remy’s shoulder. “Thank you, baby.”
“Anytime. Now, is dat everything, Henri?”
The gentle doctor nodded at him. “It is, my friend. We shall meet again in a week at the same time.”
Just as Remy finished helping Spencer off the table, the Cajun snapped taunt, as did Hank. Spencer knew the look on their faces and knew they were receiving a mental call from Charles. He knew what that meant. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to Remy’s lips before patting his backside. “Go on.” He told him. Inside, he felt the same pang he always did when his lover left for these missions. He tried to keep casual, but he couldn’t resist adding “Come home safe.”
Remy grabbed the front of Spencer’s shirt and yanked him close for a kiss full of love and passion and heat. “Y’ keep safe while I’m gone. Eat something, mon amour.” One last kiss. “Je t’aime.”
“I love you too.” Keeping his worry locked tight so that Remy wouldn’t feel it, Spencer stood steady as he watched both Hank and Remy race from the lab. For a long moment he just stood there, one hand resting on his stomach, gathering his composure. When he was sure he was steady once more, he set out from the lab to go upstairs, maybe find himself something to eat and then get back to work. Maybe that would be enough of a distraction to hold him over until his lover came home.
CXCX
After making himself a tray of food, Spencer took it with him into his office and settled down in his chair once more. He was reading through an expense report and chewing away on his food when there was a knock on his door. A moment later, Bishop stuck his head in. “Spencer, there are some people here to see you. Would you like me to send them in?”
People here to see him? That had Spencer straightening in his seat and setting his papers down. Who would be here to see him? They wouldn’t have made it past Bishop if they were trouble, though. “Yes, that’s fine. Thank you, Bishop.”
Instead of having a few minutes to gather himself, Spencer saw the door be pushed wider and a second later people came walking in. Instantly a smile stretched over Spencer’s face. He lit up as first Aaron, then Dave, Emily, Morgan and finally even Garcia came walking in. Taking hold of his chair, Spencer managed to get himself upright on the first try. He quickly made his way around the desk toward the person closest—Garcia. “Holy shit! What are you guys doing here?” He exclaimed. With a happy little laugh, he embraced Garcia, holding her close for a minute. As soon as they separated, he pulled Emily in for a hug. Then he was swept from one person to the next and was being hugged by everyone.
Aaron was the one to answer his question. “We had a case that we arrived for this morning. They ended up not needing us. The Unsub turned himself only hours after our arrival.”
“So we decided to finish off the rest of our day visiting you here before we have to go back home.” Dave finished.
Moving forward, Morgan grinned at him. “I got time off, though. I was planning on coming to see you after this case anyways. So you’re stuck with me for the next four days, pretty boy.”
Spencer couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Well, I guess I’m in trouble, then.” He joked. Then his grin grew a little smug. “You’ve got perfect timing. I’m sure Remy and I can put you to work. We just had a prenatal appointment with Hank and he wants us to move into a room in the mansion until the babies are born, so Remy’s going to get our bed brought up here. I’m sure he’ll appreciate the help. You know, seeing as how I can’t help him and such.”
“Yeah, yeah, play that card up, kid.” Morgan snorted. He was still smiling, though. “So how’re you and babies doing? Everything going ok?”
“Everything checked out. All my tests are coming back fine and their heartbeats are strong. I’ve started to feel them moving, too. No one else can yet, but I am.”
Despite his words, Garcia squealed and moved forward, hands going to his belly. He grimaced and tried not to let his irritation show as she rubbed at his belly. “You look so cute, Reid! You’re all belly, I swear! Look at this! Hello, babies. Hello! It’s your Aunty Penny!”
He tried to remind himself that she hadn’t seen him for a while, that she’d always been a tactile person. Really, he did try. In the end, irritation won out, though. “Garcia, um...I sort of have this rule, see…”
“Rule, sweetie?” she asked him. Her hands stayed on his belly.
“If you didn’t put it there, then don’t touch it.”
Surprised, she jerked upright, hands quickly drawing back. Everyone else in the room laughed out loud at them both. Aaron had a wide grin on his face that typically wasn’t there. “Hayley was the same way.” He told Spencer. “One time someone in the grocery store reached out and rubbed her stomach and she told them to either remove their hand or she’d break it.”
“I can’t explain it, I just…prefer people keep their hands to themselves.” Pausing, Spencer shrugged, his left hand going to its usual resting spot on the top of his baby bump. “Plus, I’ve generally got my hand there anyways.” All of a sudden he remembered his manners and realized that they were all still standing there. “Oh! I’m sorry, guys. Please, have a seat. Get comfortable. Would any of you like anything to drink? I’ve got bottled water in the mini fridge over there.”
“I’ll hand them out, Reid.” Emily offered. She smiled as she walked past him and brushed a hand over his shoulder as she’d done plenty of times before. The familiar gesture had him smiling even more.
After he snagged his tray of food, Spencer made his way to the couch. On the end of the room opposite his desk he had a couch, a coffee table, another couch, and three chairs. Aaron and Dave took one couch while Emily and Garcia took two of the chairs—after Emily handed out water to everyone. Morgan grinned and sat down beside Spencer. He leaned in and shamelessly looked at what was on Spencer’s tray. “What on earth are you eating, kid?”
“Pickle slices wrapped with cheese, salami and ham.” Spencer answered promptly. “And I ate this before I got pregnant, so don’t give me any of that craving nonsense. These aren’t a craving.” But talking about cravings brought to the forefront the actual craving he did have. “Ugh. I hope Remy can stop off on the way home and get my juice. That, I am craving.”
“Where’s Remy at?” Dave asked him. “I was sure he’d be practically glued to you.”
Looking down, Spencer set the tray on the coffee table, his earlier worry coming back. “He’s working. They got called out just a bit ago at the end of my appointment.”
Morgan reached out and took hold of his hand, giving it a squeeze. “So, tell us all about things. How’ve you been? How’re the babies? Anything good happening?”
Surrounded by his friends, Spencer let himself relax, pushing down some of the worry. He couldn’t make it disappear, but he distracted himself with the company of the friends that were as close to him as family. In their company, he smiled and relaxed and let himself have a great time for the time that they were there.
- 6
- 7
- 8
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Our Little Family