jupiter aria reid

"spencer, if you check your emails one more time. i swear to you i'm throwing your phone out the window of this hotel and into the river. there are so many more things to focus on right now. like the fact that we're on our honeymoon. or that we're officially married. maybe that i'm pregnant with your son-"

"we don't know that it's a boy yet."

"i know it. and he's a boy. mother's intuition."

"but they-"

"shut up, spencer. i don't care what case they have right now. i mean, i do, but it's not more important than being here with my husband on our honeymoon. wouldn't you agree?" i say, crossing my arms over my chest as i raise my eyebrow.

"but there's this arsonist and-"

"spencer reid, you are going to put the phone in your pocket. we are going to enjoy our last day in rome. we won't think about serial killers or arsonists or rapists until we are back in building at quanitco. and you are going to spend time with your wife. understood?"

spencer's eyes go slightly wide as he slides the phone in his pocket and a small smile graces his lips.

"say that again."

"the whole thing? because i can't even remember half of it and i just said it."

"no, call yourself my wife again."

i smile and uncross my arms, walking over to spencer and seating myself on his lap. my arms wrap loosely around his neck and one of his arms wraps around my waist as the other places itself on top of my small baby bump.

"you, my genius husband, are going to forget about our job for just one more day and you are going to take me, your wife, out to a nice lunch, then we'll catch our flight, get home, and sleep the rest of the night in our bed. and by the way, you're not allowed to think about work on the plane or even after we get home. we won't speak of work until we're standing in the elevator on the way to the bullpen. got it?"

"yes ma'am." he smiles, and i lean down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

he pulls away rubbing his thumb softly over the bump.

"speaking of work, i know you said not to think about it. but i just wanted to know if you've talked to hotch yet."

i sigh, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"no. do you think he's going to be mad at me?"

spencer scoffs jokingly.

"hotch? mad at you? jup, you could spill hot soup all over him and he'd say it was his fault for pushing you too hard and then give you the week off."

"first of all, he would never. second of all, i've barely been in the field for two years and i already want out." i pout.

"first, you don't necessarily want out. you just want to work from inside quantico. like garcia does. and to be fair, i'd feel much better knowing you were safe inside headquarters instead of out on the field where somebody could stab you in the diaphragm at any given moment. secondly, you're only actually out on the field for some cases anyways." he shrugs.

"well way to end on a light note." i chuckle, lifting my head up and combing my fingers through his messy hair.

then i feel a jolt in my stomach, making me gasp slightly.

"what is it? are you okay?" he asks frantically, his eyes scanning me over.

"yeah. yeah i'm okay spen. it was just the baby moving." i gush, making him retract his hand.

"that stuff freaks me out."

"i remember." i chuckle, recalling his reactions to henry kicking in jj's stomach.

"does it hurt when they move?" he asks, rubbing his thumb across my hip.

"no. but it catches me off guard sometimes. it sort of feels like...butterflies. like when you get nervous and you get that funny feeling in your stomach? yeah, that's what it feels like."

"have they kicked yet?"

"he has not kicked yet. but it's coming up the time for him to start exploring leg movements." i say, running my hand over the bump.

"you can't keep calling it a he. we have no idea what it is yet."

"let's talk about baby names. i want our son's name to mean something."

"what about michael?"

"gross, too common. i want something unique and fun. something they can't find on a keychain."

"do you want our child to suffer?"

"no. i want them to feel special. i've never had a keychain with my name on it. ever. the first thing i had with my name on it was my drivers permit."

"and do you feel special because of it?"

"the specialist."

"incorrect context, but i'll let it slide."

"so kind."

"only to you."

"well now you're a liar."

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by the time we had gotten home, there were plenty of letters and packages waiting for us at the front desk in the apartment building.

"hey, marcus, mind if we put our stuff up and come back for these?" i ask, pointing to the stack behind the desk.

"no problem, mrs. reid." he smiles, nodding his head.

i giggle at the fact that he called me mrs. reid and after two entire weeks of being married, i had yet to get used to the fact that i was no longer calling myself that like a hormonal school girl, but i was in fact, mrs. spencer reid. reid and i exited the elevator at our floor and entered our apartment, dumping our bags in the hallway. i pause for a moment before turning to look at him.

"last one to the bedroom has to go back and get the mail." i sputter out before pushing him and running to the bedroom, climbing under the covers and cocooning myself beneath the bedsheets.

i hear him groan from the doorway before i feel him lay beside me.

"you cheated. that wasn't fair."

"i'm also pregnant. are you really going to make your pregnant wife go all the way downstairs and carry up boxes and letters all by herself?" i pout, sticking my head out from the covers and turning to face him.

he simply smiles, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

"go to bed. it's late and we have to get back to work in the morning. i'll be right back with your boxes." he says, getting out of bed and adjusting his wrinkled clothing.

"um. our boxes." i quickly correct.

"i'm not the one who went on an online shopping spree after she found out she was pregnant."

"well i'm glad, we'd have to have a serious discussion if you were the pregnant one."

he chuckles, pressing a kiss to my forehead before yelling out a quick, be right back. i yawn, turning onto my side, but my restlessness soon overpowers my body. i get out of bed, grabbing our bags from the hallway and begin unpacking everything. a part of me knew that had i not done it now, it would've bugged me relentlessly until i did. after throwing our dirty clothes into the laundry basket, and putting our travel shampoos and bath essentials into the sink to be washed out. i hear the door open and close and spencer calls out for me.

"i'm in the bathroom, love."i respond, a yawn quickly following.

"what're you doing all this for? we could've done this tomorrow. you need sleep." he says, pulling me away from the sink.

"i know. but i also knew that i wouldn't be able to sleep knowing that everything was just sitting there." i shrug.

spencer just smiles, kissing my forehead.

"what's left?"

"just my makeup and our shoes."

"i got the shoes. you put back the makeup. then you're going to bed, okay? you need sleep."

i nod and he grabs our shoes, placing them on the rack in the closet and then putting the suitcases back in our hallway storage closet. i messily tossed makeup items back into their respective jars and then plop into bed next to spencer. he reaches over, pulling me closer to him and pressing my back to his chest.

"i love you" i hum out, as he places his head atop mine.

"i love you too." he whispers, kissing the edge of my hairline.

and with that, i let the night come to a close. letting sleep heal my aching back and sore muscles as i lay embraced in the arms of the love of my life. (a/n: jupiter rly flexed on us with that last part)

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i sat against the desk in my office as emily and garcia placed their hands on my stomach.

"guys, he hasn't kicked yet. you won't be able to feel anything." i giggle.

"it's a boy?" emily gasps excitedly.

"well, we haven't had that sonogram yet. but i just know it's a boy." i shrug, rubbing my lower back.

"oh! i totally forgot, i got this for you. it's a back pillow for your chair. to help with the back pains." garcia says, handing me a glittery neon green bag.

"garci, that's so sweet. you really didn't have to." i pout, my eyes glazing over.

"oh stop it. i wanted to. that's my godchild." she winks, making emily frown.

"well, that has yet to be confirmed." she argues, making garcia turn to her with her eyebrows raised.

"well reid said morgan was the godfather, therefore it only makes sense that i'm the godmother."

"spencer told derek what now?" i ask, crossing my arms over my chest with my eyebrow raised.

both women pause, their eyes slightly wide as they look at me

"umm...nothing. oh hey look there's hotch! you said you needed to talk to him. go talk to him." emily says, as they both begin rushing me out the door.

"if you think you've saved spen, you're wrong. and i expect you in my office in an hour for your monthly mandatory session." i scold, pointing my finger at garcia who nods her head.

"of course mama." she smiles, shutting my office door behind her and they both scurry off.

i walk across the bullpen, and make my way over to hotch's now open office. knocking on the doorframe softly, hotch looks up at me with a faint smile on his lips.

"aria, how was the honeymoon?" he asks, closing the file and giving me his undivided attention.

"really nice. a good break from all the crazy stuff that happens at work."

"you said there was something you wanted to speak to me about when you came back?"

i pause for a moment, my heart thumping in my chest.

"umm..yeah."

he raises his eyebrow, looking me over. which makes me chuckle.

"don't profile me, hotch."

he raises his hands up in surrender.

"sorry, force of habit. what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?"

"i ummm...i just wanted to ask if i could work from inside the building. like garcia, and if you guys needed me you could just patch me in. i already talked to garcia and she said she could set up the video call program in my office. that way i can sort of take things easy through my pregnancy and i'll also have more time to do the job i was actually hired for. if that's alright with you." i ask, fumbling with my fingers nervously.

"jupiter...you don't have to ask me about things like this. of course that's fine. you do what you need to do, alright? and let me know if you need to take any personal time." he reassures.

i nod my head, a small smile on my face.

"yeah of course. thank you, hotch. you're the best."

"which is why my name should come first, don't you agree?"

"oh jeez, not you too"