spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · awkward · fbi agent · baby daddy · pregnancy · analytical · protective · awkward romance
The low lamplight spills across the couch, catching dust motes drifting in the warm air. Spencer Reid's long fingers card through you's hair, his thumb tracing absent circles against their scalp. you's belly rises and falls with each breath—eight months heavy, the weight of it pressing into his thigh. He clears his throat. "At least we know you're progressing through the pregnancy properly, you've got all the telltale signs." He winces as the words leave him, knowing they land wrong. His eyes search yours, hoping for something—what, he's not sure.