This takes place with the reader in her third trimester and having the baby. Hope you all enjoy! It's not that good..

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4 months later

You fell back onto your couch, your stomach so swollen you couldn't see your feet. All you felt was aches and pains all over, your joints protesting with every movement. The baby inside of you agreed, kicking you so hard a gasp escaped your lips.

"Is the little one giving you trouble?" SSA David Rossi asked, sitting across from you in a chair. You smile, giving him a small nod. Your husband, Spencer, wanted to invite his coworkers and friends around before the baby arrived. Sort of a last party before you both had sleepless nights even more than now.

"He or she is heavy and has strong legs." You laugh, putting a pillow behind your back to relieve some of the ache.

"I was like that with Henry, once you reach the third trimester it's just aches and pains." JJ reassured, setting a soft hand on your shoulder. You smiled even more, especially when Spencer sat beside you on the couch.

"Actually, the baby weighs only about two to four pounds now. He or she is beginning to be able to hear and see." Spencer rattled, just as he had done the past few months. You were seven, nearly eight months along.

"At least you have the human encyclopedia to know what's happening." Rossi added, taking a sip of his drink.

"That's for sure." You laughed, wincing as the baby kicked you again.

-2 Months Later-

You clung to the hospital bedsheets, pain surrounding your entire body, but mainly your abdomen and lower half. You had just given birth to a baby boy, complications surrounding your whole labor and delivery. Last minute, the doctor's decided to do a crash c-section to save the both of you, knowing it was the only way. Spencer was gone on a case, missing all the drama.

The pain meds were increased as you groaned in pain, a nurse bringing in your baby boy. He had Spencer's beautiful hazel eyes and nose, his short hair a mixture of both his parents. The infant instantly curled up into your arms, flexing his fingers in and out.

A nurse came in later, bringing a very flustered Spencer with her. His mop of brown hair bobbed on his head and he ran towards your bed, sliding along the floor to nearly crash into the lamp.

"Are you okay is the baby okay are you okay is the baby okay are you okay?" He stammered, repeating the same phrase over. You burst out laughing, your son wailing in protest at the loud sound.

"Spencer, sweetie," You began, pressing your lips onto your husband's, "We are both fine. I'm sorer than I ever thought imaginable, but I'm alive. So is our baby boy. It's all okay."

"The last I talked to the doctors they were taking you in for a crash cesarean." He whispered, gazing at the bundle of blankets in your arms.

"Well, it went good. We have our baby. Spencer, we actually created this little being!" You exclaim, the shock of biology still surprising you.

"I know. He's our child. I forgot how small newborn infants are." Spencer cooed, gently taking the baby from your arms.

"Spence, you're hurt." You notice, gently placing a hand on the bandage covering a part of his arm. He barely noticed, too enveloped in the baby in his arms.

"What?"

"You're hurt."

"Oh. When I got the call from the doctors that you were in labor I accidentally dropped my gun. The safety must have gone off when the gun hit the ground, I shot my arm. But only a graze. I have twelve stitches, nothing is injured that bad. Don't worry about me. Just look at the baby." Spencer explained, losing his attention once again to the infant.

"Well, don't do that again is all I can really say. Can I have our son back?" You ask, already missing your child in your arms. Reluctantly, your husband handed him back, the light in his face causing your heart to flutter.

Spencer gently laid beside you on the bed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He placed a hand on the baby boy, allowing you to burry your face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry you went through this alone." Spencer whispered, gently kissing your temple.

"Garcia was here for a bit. She had to leave before the c-section to help finish up the case. It's for the best. I wasn't totally alone though, I had this little guy." You mumble, continuing to smile at the infant.

"Well, he's worth it. We need a name for him."

"I thought about that. Arthur. After Arthur Conan Doyle. I'd like the middle name to be Spencer. Arthur Spencer Reid."

"I really like that. Not the middle name, but Arthur I love."

"Come on, Spencer. Please? I went through this alone." You guilt, receiving a sigh from your husband.

"Arthur Spencer Reid it is."