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The morning started before either of them were fully awake. Spencer’s alarm had gone off three times before he admitted defeat and slid out of bed, already aware of the familiar tightness in his belly. Derek, however, was fully vertical within minutes, pacing the bedroom like a drill sergeant muttering about schedules, vitamins, and how Spencer was clearly neglecting something.
“You really don’t need to—” Spencer began, stretching and yawning, only for Derek to appear with a small cup of water and a prenatal vitamin already in his hand.
“Morning vitamins, Pretty Boy,” Derek said, tilting Spencer’s head gently so he could swallow without spilling. “You’re not skipping this. Not today.”
“I wasn’t going to skip it,” Spencer replied, trying to sound annoyed.
“Sure you weren’t,” Derek smirked. “Anyway, breakfast is ready.” He took Spender’s hand, leading him down to the kitchen whilst he spoke.z
“And yes, I made something that won’t make you gag.” He reached the counter and held up a plate stacked perfectly with eggs, toast, and a small side of fruit.
Spencer groaned dramatically. “You’ve completely taken over my life.”
“I prefer the term…taking care of the love of my life who is also carrying my child,” Derek said, leaning against the kitchen island. “Besides, someone’s gotta make sure my baby and my baby’s baby are safe and happy.”
“And I suppose I’m just a passive participant in this operation?” Spencer asked, eyebrow raised.
“C’mon, let me have this!”
“Let you have what? Do you wanna climb into my bones next?”
“I’m pampering you.” Derek’s smirk widened.
Breakfast became a small battlefield. Spencer tried to argue about needing two eggs instead of three, only for Derek to insist, “Three. End of discussion.” When Spencer reached for the orange juice, Derek’s hand hovered, redirecting it toward a glass.
“Wow, personal assistant now too?” Spencer said around a mouthful of fruit.
“Why bother lifting a finger when you don’t have to,” Derek laughed, lifting an eyebrow. “And don’t test me, Pretty Boy, chew. If you start choking on food I’m gonna start pre-chewing it for you.”
”You’re disgusting!”
”Like a baby bird.”
”Stop!” Spencer spluttered, laughing.
By the time they were dressed and ready, Derek had packed a small bag with insurance papers, prenatal vitamins, and an assortment of snacks “just in case the waiting room is slow.” He tugged Spencer’s jacket over his shoulders and pressed a quick kiss to his temple.
“Try not to embarrass me in front of the nurse,” Spencer muttered.
“I make no promises,” Derek replied, grinning.
The drive to the clinic was filled with Derek’s questions.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Any cramps?”
“Remember to drink water?”
“Did you also need a full PowerPoint on my bowel movements?” Spencer quipped, rolling his eyes.
“Nope. Just checking that my baby genius and…babier genius are alive and thriving,” Derek shot back.
At the clinic, Derek immediately took over. He filled out forms, argued about chairs, and hovered like a hawk. Spencer sat back with a resigned smile. “Seriously, are you filing a police report or just holding my hand?”
“I’m protecting you,” Derek said. “Big difference.”
When the nurse called “Reid?” Derek practically propelled Spencer upright.
Inside the exam room, the doctor greeted them warmly.
“Alright, Spencer, any nausea, dizziness, or discomfort—”
“He’s not sleeping enough,” Derek interrupted. “He skips breakfast if I’m not there. Oh, and his back hurt after we went to the mall last week.”
The doctor raised an amused eyebrow. “I see. And how are you feeling, Spencer?”
Spencer shot Derek a look. “Mostly fine. Tired. But manageable.”
Derek folded his arms and huffed. “Yeah, sure. Manageable.”
The physical exam went smoothly. Spencer flushed slightly when Derek’s gaze lingered on the swell of his chest, now visible beneath his shirt.
“Enjoying the view?” Spencer hissed when the Doctor had his back turned.
Derek raised his eyebrows. “You think I’m not?”
“Careful, my ego might inflate further,” Spencer muttered, trying to hide the warmth rising in his cheeks, and the silent laughter of the doctor.
Then came the Doppler. The sound of a heart filled the room, it sounded impossible, even though he knew the science, Spencer couldn’t believe this was inside of him. Derek’s expression softened, one hand squeezing Spencer’s knee.
“That’s our baby,” Derek whispered. “Hear that? You’re doing amazing, genius.”
“Oh my,” Spencer muttered, cheeks warming.
It was amazing, all scientific fact and rambles disappeared out of his mind. All he could focus on was Derek’s warmth and the soft thump thump of their baby’s heart.
“Our baby,” Derek murmured back, leaning close enough for Spencer to feel the warmth.
Spencer laughed, turning to Derek with watery eyes, only to see tears escaping down his boyfriends cheeks too.
The doctor smiled knowingly as they finished the checkup and gave them a list of next steps. Derek scribbled notes like he was preparing for a tactical mission. Spencer leaned back, amused. “You’re basically a full-time pregnancy assistant, you know.”
“And I signed up for it when I-”
“Derek!” Spencer cut him off with flaming cheeks.
“See you both next week.” The doctor laughed and opened the door.
On the way out, Derek carried Spencer’s jacket, held the door, and guided him gently to the car.
“You know, you’re going to make me look like a weirdo in front of the team,” Spencer said softly.
Derek’s hand brushed lightly against his side. “Let them think what they want. I’m taking care of you. You’re my responsibility.”
Spencer shook his head, smiling. “And apparently I have zero agency today. Excellent.”
Back at the apartment, Derek immediately took over the groceries. Spencer kicked off his shoes and sank into the couch cushions.
“You okay, pretty boy?” Derek asked.
“Just tired. And slightly offended by your complete takeover of my life,” Spencer said, hand brushing lightly over his belly.
“You act like it’s a problem. I’m helping,” Derek replied, chuckling.
“You’re making me feel like a royal patient,” Spencer groaned, even though the words made his chest feel warm and light.
“And that’s the point,” Derek said with a grin. “Your royal comfort is my responsibility.”
While Derek unpacked, Spencer watched him fuss over every item.
He started chopping vegetables, ranting about nutrients in a suspiciously Reid-Ramble like way.
“You’re just sitting there again,” Derek teased, leaning against the counter with a plate in hand. “You know, you could help set the table.”
“I could,” Spencer said softly, “but I also really don’t want to.”
“Ah, so my boy picks and chooses when he wants to be taken care of” Derek grinned, crossing the room to kneel beside him. One hand hovered over Spencer’s belly, thumb brushing over the curve lightly. “Good choice,” he murmured. “You stay here, I’ll take care of the rest.”
Lunch was simple but perfect. Derek made Spencer eat first, spooning tiny bites and hovering around him.
“I can feed myself, you know,” Spencer said.
“You can, but I want to,” Derek replied.
After lunch, Spencer collapsed back on the couch. Derek appeared with a soft blanket and pillows.
“Nap time?” Derek asked softly.
“I…uh…sure,” Spencer mumbled.
Derek tucked him in, hand lightly resting on his belly, tracing small circles.
“You okay?” Derek asked.
“Perfect,” Spencer said, muffled into the pillow.
Hours passed lazily. Derek read aloud from one of Spencer’s books, hand occasionally brushing Spencer’s chest or belly. Spencer shifted occasionally to give him mock glares.
As evening settled, Derek tidied up while Spencer curled up under the blanket again, head resting on Derek’s bundled hoodie as a pillow.
Finally, Derek guided him toward the bedroom, settled him under the sheets, fluffed the pillows, and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his curls.
“You comfortable?” Derek murmured.
“Yeah, I can’t believe this is happening,” Spencer whispered.
Derek stayed beside him, hand lightly resting on Spencer’s side, thumb brushing absentminded circles over his bump.
“Sleep tight, Pretty Boy,” he said softly. “You did amazing today.”
The apartment was quiet, the only sounds the steady, even breathing of two people completely at ease.