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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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Morgan stayed with them down at the boathouse that night, insisting that he’d be perfectly fine on their couch. He reminded Spencer that he’d slept on couches plenty of times and it wasn’t going to hurt him to do it for a few nights. Seeing as how it was already late by the time they got to the boathouse, Spencer hadn’t argued. He’d been too tired. Instead, he’d simply retrieved some blankets for him and set him up before letting Remy usher him upstairs and into bed.
Sleep didn’t ever last as long as it used to, though. Spencer was up twice to use the restroom. The final time, he saw it was already six am. No real point in going back to bed. Remy would be getting up soon anyways. After taking care of his morning rituals, Spencer put on a pair of pajama pants and pulled his robe over his night shirt—that same shirt of Remy’s that he’d stolen so long ago. On silent feet he made his way out of the room and down the hall, his plan to head to the kitchen and maybe start a pot of coffee for the others and find himself something to drink. But his attention caught on their soon-to-be nursery as he passed it by.
After a moment’s debate, Spencer backtracked and went into the room. It was completely empty at the moment; even the walls were bare. He slipped his hand into his robe pockets as he tried to picture what they’d do to the room. Really, they needed to start work on this soon. Just a few weeks and he’d be halfway through his pregnancy. They needed to have things ready for when the children arrived. As if to agree, he felt that fluttering sensation in his stomach. One hand came out to rest on his belly.
He looked at the white walls and tried to think of what kind of theme he wanted for the room. Not knowing the gender of the children, he couldn’t pick anything that was too boyish or too girly. Or, he could simply wait a couple more weeks and find out the gender. Heck, Hank could probably tell them next week if he asked, though the results were more accurate after about the twentieth week. And there was no guarantee that the children would cooperate and allow their little ‘parts’ to be seen.
There was the soft sound of movement out in the hallway that alerted Spencer to his lover’s coming at about the same time that he felt that warm, sleepy feeling on the link. He didn’t bother turning around, simply stood and rubbed at the flutters in his stomach, waiting. Sure enough, a moment later Remy stepped up behind him, arms slipping around him. Remy rested his hands on Spencer’s stomach and his chin on his shoulder, lightly kissing the side of his neck. “Bonjour, mon cœur. Y’r up and about early.”
The sleepy rasp of Remy’s voice had Spencer smiling. He shifted his hands so that they rested over top of Remy’s. “I had to get up and use the restroom. Then I figured I might as well stay up.” He turned his head just enough to rub his and Remy’s cheeks together. “I was on my way to get coffee started for you and Morgan when I got distracted by this room. We need to figure out something to do with it soon.”
“Mm, oui.” Remy murmured. He rocked them slightly, the gesture soothing.
Those flutters grew a little stronger and Spencer shifted a little and chuckled. At Remy’s “Quoi?” he told his partner “They’re moving, but just lightly this morning. It feels like little flutters in my stomach.”
Remy chuckled and started to rub his hands. “Mon petit papillons.” He said fondly.
“Papillons?”
“Butterflies, Cher. My little butterflies.”
A smile curved Spencer’s lips. “Oh.” He settled back in Remy’s arms once more. “I like that.”
Happy, warm and content where he was, Spence let his eyes drift over the room once more. The window on the far side of the room was going to be perfect for sitting and reading stories with the kids; it had a built in window seat. “You think you can make a lock for the window so they won’t be able to open it as they get bigger?” Spencer asked. He didn’t like the idea of the twins being able to open it.
“Sure enough, Cher. Dat won’t take much at all. Some latches at de top so we can open it, but dey won’t be able to.”
“Good, good.” That took one thing off his mental list. Cocking his head, he slanted a look sideways. “Have you thought about whether or not you want to find out if they’re boys or girls? Or one of each?”
Surprise had Remy’s eyebrows going up. “Non, I hadn’t thought about dat. Just been happy knowing dat de three of y’ are safe, yeah. Did y’ want to find out?”
“I’m not sure.” They went back to their rocking for a little bit as Spencer thought about the question. Eventually he spoke again, voicing his thoughts out loud. “It would make it easier on us to plan things out if we knew.”
“I t’ink we should. One, cause, well, cause I’m nosey.” Remy said cheekily. He chuckled and nipped at Spencer’s ear. “And I know y’ like to plan t’ings out, Cher. Y’r such an organized soul.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” With a soft smile, Spencer finally turned himself, wanting to hug his lover properly. It felt nice to be tucked against him. The good morning kiss he got from him was great as well. “I love you, Remy LeBeau.”
Remy kissed him once more. “Je t’aime aussi, Spencer Reid. Now, come on. Let’s go get y’ some breakfast.”
Together, the two made their way downstairs.
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The sounds and smells of breakfast cooking were enough to rouse Morgan from the couch. He made his way toward the kitchen, yawning as he went, and found Remy cooking at the stove and Spencer kicked back in a chair with his laptop on the table in front of him. The young doctor was sipping at a cup of juice and looking intently at whatever was on the laptop. He looked up at the sound of Morgan’s footsteps, though, and gave him a smile. “Good morning, Morgan. Coffee’s on.”
Remy cast a smile over his shoulder. “Breakfast should be another five minutes, Cher. Y’ just go on and get y’r coffee and have a seat and R…I’ll bring de food shortly.”
The look that Spencer gave Remy was bright and full of love and he got one equally bright in return. Even without being told, Morgan knew the two were exchanging emotions over their link. For what, he didn’t bother thinking about. He just went to start getting himself a cup of coffee. “Is there someplace around here I could take a run, maybe?” He asked them both. “I gotta keep up on my exercise.”
“Don’t worry, Cher.” Reaching into the cupboard by Morgan, the Cajun winked at him. “We’ll keep y’ exercised today. Gotta get de bed up to de mansion today and den we thought we’d go into de city and do some shopping.”
Morgan took his first drink of his coffee and gave the smiling couple a dry look. “You two do realize that I’m vacationing here, right?”
He almost groaned out loud when Spencer started to pout at him. “Does that mean you won’t help us, Morgan? I figured, you know, just a little bit of lifting with the bed and such and then we’d have fun in the city. We don’t have a lot of shopping to do and you usually like going out. We’ll even take you somewhere to eat, I promise. Please?”
The older profiler glared at his best friend. “You’re a pain in my ass, kid.” Sighing, he made his way to the table. “I’ll do it. Just quit pouting at me. Damn, I hate when you look at me like that. You do it on purpose.”
“I would never do that.” Spencer insisted. At the looks the two men gave him, he ducked his head down, going back to looking at the laptop screen with a slight hint of blush to his cheeks. He was smiling, though. Morgan couldn’t resist smiling back at him. He went over and took a seat beside Spencer. “So what is it you’re looking at there, pretty boy?” he asked. To his surprise, Spencer’s blush deepened. Before Morgan could ask, Remy let out one of his smoky laughs. The Cajun brought plates piled with food over to the table and set them down, winking at Morgan as he did. “He’s doing what he does best, Cher. He’s planning t’ings. Making lists. Being organized and shit, yeah.”
“I’ve never baby shopped before!” Spencer defended himself. “Let alone for two. How am I supposed to know what I’ll need to buy if I don’t do research?”
Running a hand over Spencer’s hair, Remy leaned in and kissed the crown of his head. “Wasn’t complaining, was I? Non, just teasing y’. Sheathe y’r claws, allée chat.”
“Kiss my ass, street rat.” Spencer shot back. The words didn’t have much heat to them.
Remy smirked at him while gathering the basket of biscuits and bringing it to the table as well. He took a seat beside Spencer and leaned in, just a hair away from kissing him. “If y’ can bare it faster dan I can pucker, mon cœur.”
“You are absolutely insane.” Smiling, Spencer closed the distance, kissing him. “Yet I love you anyways. Eat your breakfast, you menace, and let me get back to being organized.”
“Sure t’ing. What’d y’ find f’ us so far?” And that started a talk of the nursery that carried them through breakfast. As they discussed paints and things like that, Morgan was drawn into the conversation, giving his input on what they should do and the best types of paints for a nursery. His skills with renovating houses showed as he easily discussed paints and woods and things like that. When breakfast was done, Spencer slipped past the two men, sneaking out as they talked about sanding the wood floor in the room. He headed upstairs to his and Remy’s room and started to get himself ready for the day.
He’d stripped out of his clothes and had put on fresh boxers when the door opened and Remy came walking in. The older man shut the door and leaned back against it with a grin. “Well bonjour, mon cœur.” He practically purred out.
Straightening, Spencer looked over at Remy and shook his head. “Oh, no. Don’t you dare, Remy LeBeau.”
“Don’t what, Cher? Say good morning to y’?”
“You can’t fool me. I know that tone and I’m telling you, neither one of us has time.” Spencer backed up a step, trying to smother his grin, as Remy stepped forward. “We’ve got a little under an hour until you’re due in the Danger Room and I have to be at my office for an important phone call I have to make on time. We do not have time for this.”
Eyes twinkling, Remy gave him that cocky grin that always meant trouble. “Den we better not waste time.” With that said, Remy darted forward and Spencer dodged, the both of them laughing. He didn’t put up much of a fight, really. Moments later, when Remy finally caught him, Spencer willingly let himself be dragged down onto the bed. Then Remy was kissing him and all thoughts of protest slid out of Spencer’s mind. He sighed and gave himself over to the passion and love that always burned between them.
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They were almost running late when they finally got to the mansion. Yet Remy managed to run and make it down to the Danger Room only a few minutes late and Spencer got to his office early enough to still make the call he needed to make. Morgan set up in the office with him, smirking as he settled back on the couch. The older man watched as Spencer switched into full business mode and called up a friend he knew on the opposite coast.
Sitting back in his chair, Spencer absently rubbed a hand over his stomach while listening to the phone ring. When it was finally answered, he grinned and said “Hey, Timothy!”
“Spencer, right on time, as usual.” Timothy said in that smooth, cultured voice of his.
A chuckle slid out. “You know me. Punctual to a fault. If I’m not on time, I’m early.”
“And your man hasn’t managed to beat that out of you yet?”
“Are you kidding me?” Winking at Morgan, the young genius shifted to get a little more comfortable in his chair. “You do remember Remy, don’t you? He’s threatened to beat me countless times, but he never has and never will go through with it.”
“And that’s why you’ll always drive him up the wall, just like you do the rest of us.” Sighing, Timothy switched the topic. “Now, I know this isn’t meant to be a pleasure call, Spencer. You set this up through my secretary, so that tells me this is business. What is it I can do for you?”
“I have a bit of a proposition for you, Timothy. One that would be beneficial to the both of us.”
“I’m listening.”
The babies started to move again, stronger than they had earlier, making Spencer jump slightly. He started to rock slightly in his chair as he said the part that he knew would catch Timothy’s interest. “It’s about The Genus.”
He could practically hear Timothy sit up at attention. The forced casual sound to his voice gave away his interest. “Oh?”
“Yes. You see, it recently came to my attention that the Byrrus Room has become vacant. Now, as you know, these rooms are very carefully given for specific purposes to members that have, shall we say, met certain requirements and the right monthly fee.” It was amusing to not only censor himself because of where he was, but because of who was in the room with him. He saw Morgan’s confusion and grinned at him. “But I was thinking that you and I might be able to come to an understanding. I might be willing to make a gift of this room and potentially waive the monthly fee in return for a small favor.”
“We might be able to reach some kind of understanding, Spencer. What type of favor would you be interested in?”
Now came the bargaining. Here Spencer sat up, blocking out the way that Morgan was watching him. “A small one, Timothy. I need transport. I need someone to take my family home for me.” He knew that the man would understand what he meant by that.
A scoffing sound came from the other end of the line. “That’s all, huh? Boy, you sure don’t ask for much. Transport, in return for the room? No deal, Spencer. You must think I’m crazy! The room alone isn’t worth that.”
He’d known it wouldn’t be. Timothy was going right where he wanted him to. “I might be willing to take a small cut off of the membership dues as well. Provided, mind you, the transport is safe and secure.”
“Hmm. Make it a fifty percent cut and you’ve got a deal.”
Spencer laughed out loud. “Fifty percent? What do you think I am, Timothy? I’ll give you ten.”
“Ten! That’s robbery! I won’t do it for less than forty five.”
And so went the bargaining. By the time everything was said and done, they both had a number they were comfortable with, as well as other details ironed out. Spencer promised to have Niall, the club’s lawyer, ready with the contracts that evening for the room. As the two hung up the phone, Spencer grinned, pleased with himself. He looked up to see Logan and Remy sitting on the couch opposite Morgan. The three men were watching him, smiling.
“Aren’t you two supposed to be in training?” Spencer asked them teasingly.
Logan snorted and sat back. “Scooter had to come deal with Chuck about something, so we’re let off for the day. Figured we’d get up here and grab Morgan and take care of the bed and such while you play shark in here.”
“I was not a shark, Logan. I gave him a fair deal.” He couldn’t see the way that his eyes twinkled at them with his good humor. “And I got a hell of a deal in return.”
Morgan leaned forward on his seat and rested his arms on his thighs. “Ok, I gotta ask. What’s the Genus and who is this Timothy dude? I was here for the whole convo and I didn’t understand most of it. What family is he transporting home?”
For a second Spencer just looked at his friend, debating how to word this. First and foremost, Morgan was a friend. But he was also a federal agent. Some of this, Spencer would trust him with. But some he knew better than to actually admit to. He worded what he wanted to say very, very carefully. “The Genus is an old fashioned gentlemen’s club in Los Angeles that I own. Not the modern style, which are simply strip clubs. It’s more a club for drinking, cards, social events, occasional tasteful dancers and such like that. It’s exclusive and requires a membership to enter, or to be a guest of a member. And it has certain rooms that are temporarily sold to different clients, to be used for their various…needs.” And those needs were some of the things that Spencer couldn’t tell Morgan. He tried to gloss right past that. “But, in the downstairs is a spot for mutants seeking shelter. It’s not a home, but a go-between to the next home. Our last transport team had to…leave. So, basically, I just made a deal with Timothy for him and his friends to transport any mutants that come through, aka the family, to the shelter in Vegas. Or, as you heard me call it, home.”
“You’re using a gentlemen’s club to smuggle mutants from LA to Vegas?” Morgan put bluntly.
Nodding, Spencer picked up his bottle of water and unscrewed the lid. “Essentially. And I got him to agree to it for the price of a room and a twenty five percent cut on his yearly membership rate.” Smirking, Spencer took a drink before adding, “The fool didn’t realize I would’ve given him as much as thirty five percent off.”
“And who exactly is Timothy?”
After taking another drink, Spencer gave Morgan a serious look. “You remember that conversation we had once about things a Federal Agent is better off not knowing, Morgan?”
The profiler snorted and rolled his eyes. “Ah. One of those. All right, kid. The less I know, the better.”
“And on dat note, why don’t we go get started on moving t’ings?” Remy said to the room. He stood up and winked at Spencer. “Y’ go on back to work, allée chat. We’ll come find y’ when we’re done and ready to go to town, yeah?”
Spencer tipped his head up for a kiss, humming softly when Remy obliged him. Once the three men were gone, the young genius turned back to his desk and put his attention back to his work.

AN - Just wanted to say thank you to the reviews. I'm super glad you're liking the story and I'm glad that the CM/X-Men worlds are merging well together :) I don't want to confuse people with references to CM that they don't understand, so I try to make sure I explain things. I hope you all continue to read and thank you for reviewing!!!
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