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[reidthisfast]

He'd known about his particular mutation for a while now. Since puberty, really, when his mother had taken him to the doctor to figure out why he was developing shapely hips, slim legs, and a willowy figure instead of the usual musculature boys start to develop at fourteen and fifteen. Reid had thought it was just his mother's paranoia acting up,

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[testofwill]

The house had been bought with the money that had come from selling the house he'd lived in with Haley. After Jack having had a yard for so long, it just didn't make sense for him not to have one. And then with Spencer moving in, well...

It had just made even more sense.

He'd been in the kitchen since they'd gotten home, starting a meal for the three of them. Jack had wanted sloppy joes, so that was what he'd been cooking. Sloppy joes and cole slaw. And hearing Spencer calling him from the bathroom...

Well, he knew that Spencer had been a little sick lately, but he hadn't thought much of it. Maybe some of his Indian food had been disagreeing with him. But now, he was slightly concerned. "Yeah, babe? What is it?" he answered, leaning back from the stove. "Do I need to get you to a hospital?"

[reidthisfast]

"Can you just -- " No, Hotch is busy at the stove. Reid sighs and chucks the tests in the trash and washes his hands thoroughly. A little manically, if he'd admit it to himself, but that was besides the point.

He splashes water on his face and pushes his hair back, taking a few deep breaths before he steps into the kitchen. "Um -- I need to talk to you about something. You should probably uh -- not. Be handling hot things right now."

[testofwill]

Hearing that really worried him. With a frown, he turned off the burner - it could coast on the heat that was already collected, and then he wiped his hands on the towel over his shoulder. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked, leaving the stove to head over to Spencer's side. An arm wrapped around his shoulders and gathered him toward the kitchen table, where both of them could sit down. "You're worrying me."

[reidthisfast]

And Reid gives Hotch that smile he hadn't used in quite some time; that small, nervous, 'please don't hurt me' smile.

"I um. I'm pregnant," he manages to squeak out, his hands fluttering for a moment before settling on his stomach.

This wasn't planned -- in fact they'd been very careful about everything, but somehow in that little half-percent of potential ineffectiveness, something had managed to get past. And Reid is, frankly, a little terrified. What if Hotch isn't ready for another kid? What if Reid isn't ready for a child at all?

He looks at Hotch with that scared little smile, waiting for a reaction.