twenty-one

jupiter aria reid


"push!"


"you're doing so good, my love."


"perfect timing, right in the middle of court. he gets his bad timing from his father."


"i think you're breaking my hand"


"and your son is breaking my vagina, so we'll call it even."


"i can see his head!"


"oh you mean his big ass head that's taking so fucking long to come out?"


"hey now, that's our son."


"and our son has a fatass head!"


"okay mom, the shoulders are the hardest part. push for me!"


"jesus christ, he's got his father's broad ass shoulders i'll tell you that much!"


"thank you?"


"it wasn't a fucking compliment, spencer. jesus christ our son is going to have no siblings."


"almost there momma!"


and then, there it was. the loud wailing. he was finally here. a sob escapes my lips and spencer quickly cuts the umbilical cord and the nurses clean him off then bring my son over to me, laying him on my chest.


"oh baby, you did so good." spencer smiles widely, running his finger over our son's cheek.


"i didn't mean anything i said. your father has impeccable timing, you'll have a plethora of siblings, and your head is the perfect size. you're perfect." i sob, a smile on my face as my son reaches out, his hand falling on my lips as i place a soft kiss to his tiny hand.


"he looks just like you." spencer gushes.


i look up at my husband, tears clouding my eyes.


"i love you so much. i'm sorry about your hand." i laugh, and he smiles.


"i love you more. forget my hand, look at our son." he whispers, leaning over the small baby.


"he's so tiny." i giggle.


"he's perfect, baby." he sighs, cradling our sons head in his large hand.


"here." i smile, lifting him up towards spencer.


spencer gently takes him from my arms and rocks him back and forth.


"hey, it's your daddy. remember me? chances are your vocal recognition skills are starting to kick in and i bet you recognize our voices, huh? yeah, you do. because you're so smart. you're definitely going to put my brain to shame." spencer coos, making my heart burst.


the nurses quickly interrupt our moment to take the baby from us for a weigh in and other baby things that i wasn't paying attention to. spencer lays him in the plastic bassinet and they wheel him off. there's lengthy pause before i let out a loud sigh.


"go follow him." i sigh, making him smile.


"thank you i love you so much you did so good have fun with the afterbirth." he spits out before speed walking out the door after our son.


the doctor walks back in, making me groan.


"afterbirth?"


"afterbirth." he nods, making me groan.


he chuckles, taking a seat in the stool as he places my legs in the stirrups.


"it's not that bad, i promise."


"that's what my mom said about childbirth, and you heard what i was like."


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i sat on the bed with our son in my arms, eating away, when there's a knock at the door. spencer turns the bassinet so his name faces the wall and places the feeding blanket around my shoulders and presses a kiss to my lips before opening the door to the team at the door.


"hey guys." i smile, pulling my gown back on pulling my son away from his meal, which he was surprisingly very content with.


he had seemed to inherit his fathers quietness and compliance, which i was grateful for.


"hey momma." derek smiles, a small gasp escaping his lips as he sees the small boy in my arms.


the whole team files into the room, crowding around me and the baby.


"okay okay, don't suffocate him." spencer pouts, shoving his way through everyone and taking a seat next to me on the bed.


"casey tells me that you weren't very nice during the birth." emily says, her eyebrow raised, making me laugh.


"yeah...yeah i wasn't." i smile, looking down at my son, who's light hazel eyes were wide and curious.


garcia shuffles next to me, setting her things onto the ground and sitting on the bed, looking over him.


"may i?" she gleams, holding her hands out.


i nod, carefully passing her my son. he lets out a small whine and she coos softly.


"oh no, it's okay. it's your auntry garci. look at you, so handsome." she gushes.


i smile as everyone crowds around her, derek over one shoulder and emily over the other.


"so what's his name?" jj asks as she runs her finger over his small cheek.


i look over at spencer who gesture towards me.


"you tell them." he smiles, making everyone look over at us.


i pause for a moment, my eyes skimming over everyone's. a small smile reaches my face and i grab spencer's hand.


"his name is...apollo aaron reid." i smile, gripping my hand around spencer's.


"aria..." hotch smiles as derek scoffs.


"do i mean nothing to you two!?" derek exclaims.


"you're his godfather, is that not enough?" i laugh.


"speaking of godfather, have you decided on the godmother?" jj asks, a light smile on her face as she rocks apollo back and forth in her arms.


i smile, nodding my head and reaching out for my son. she places his in my arms and i scrunch my nose up down at him. his hand reaches up and he grabs the tip of my nose, making me giggle.


"look at him, he's so smart." spencer gushes, wrapping his arms around me as he stood behind us, reaching forward to stroke his son's head.


"it's so funny seeing reid like this." emily chuckles, making us both look up at her.


"believe me. you should've heard him earlier. all he wanted to do was talk to him. just babbling on about the origins of his name." i giggle.


"it's important that he knows!" spencer laughs, and i turn, pressing a kiss on his red cheek.


"anyways, his godmother!" i chuckle.


"right, as you guys probably already figured out, morgan is the godfather." spencer chuckles.


"figured out. spencer you told him." i glare, making spencer wave me off.


"anyways, jupiter and i thought it only made sense if garcia would be his godmother." he smiles as garcia gasps.


"oh my gosh. so many godsons. i'm-"


"if you don't want to then that's fin-"


"you shut your mouth jupiter, of course i will." she gushes, reaching forward and bringing me into a hug.


apollo lets out a strange noise, making garcia pull away. i giggle, pushing his beanie out of the way of his eyes.


"he's so vocal already." hotch smiles, looking down at him.


"do you want to hold him, hotch?" i ask, lifting him up towards the man.


hotch pauses for a moment, and everyone stares at the normally stone cold man.


"if that's alright." he chuckles nervously.


i nod my head, and lift myself forward, placing apollo in his arms. hotch smiles widely and my heart nearly melts at the sight.


"hey kid, you've got some great parents, you know that right?" he whispers, making my lip quiver.


apollo reaches his hand up and places it over hotch's left eye, making everyone laugh.


"jeez, look at him. you know, most children aren't this active until about a month or two after birth because they don't have much control over their muscles. but here he is, 9 hours after-"


"nine hours? jesus guys, go home. get some sleep." i laugh, and hotch gives me the very tired apollo.


"alright, we'll head to the hotel, you two try and get some sleep." derek smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to my head and another to apollo's.


"i'll walk you guys out." spencer smiles, guiding the team out of the room.


"actually, can you grab our bags from the car? i was hoping to shower tomorrow morning." i say, calling out to spencer before he leaves the room.


i smile down at the small bundle in my arms, his eyes fluttered shut and his beautiful long, curly eyelashes rested gently on his puffy cheeks. i stand up from the bed, groaning as my sore lower half hits the floor. i begin to rock him back and forth, patting his bottom and as i turn, i notice that garcia and morgan had both left their phones on the bedside table. i shrug, figuring that they'd come back for them soon.


"where the north wind, meets the sea. there's a river full of memory. sleep my darling, safe and sound. for in this river, all is found." i hum softly, smiling down at my sleeping son. (A.N: yes, this is frozen, sUE ME.)


"he's beautiful."


my head snaps up and i turn towards the door, a gasp escaping my lips.


"colin." i gasp, clutching my son to my chest.


"miss me?" he smiles, whispering quietly.


"how- how did you-"


"well, i paid bail for a reason. if i'm out on bail, they can't hold me between court sessions. and you know, i figured that with all the stress of me being out on bail, you'd probably push your due date. and would you look at that, i was right." he chuckles, stepping forward, making me taking another step back.


"colin please...i know you're angry with me. but just...don't touch my son. please, i'll do whatever you want if you just let me put him down. then we can walk out of here and i'll do whatever you want." i plead, my breath quickening.


he pauses, and his smile grows widely.


"no. no i don't want to do that. separating mother from child so early on is no good for child development." he says, nodding his head at me, making me panic even more.


i look down at apollo, who's eyes are still shut, and his mouth slightly agape as he continues to sleep.


"colin please..." i sob, as he steps forward, running his hand through my messy, greasy hair.


"he really is beautiful. he gets that from his mother." he whispers, placing his fingers under my chin and bringing my head up to look at him.


he wipes the falling tears from my cheek, pressing himself into me and i gasp, feeling the gun in his waistband.


"colin please just...he didn't do anything. don't punish him for the things i did wrong." i sob.


he lets out a chuckle, crinkling his nose, before backing away and pulling the gun from his waist.


"you're a church goer, right? so you must know that when a child is born, all of their parents sins are passed down...to them." he taunts, clicking back the hammer and pointing it towards my chest.


my heart stops and i catch garcia, morgan, and spencer, walking down the hallway. a feeling of relief spreads through my chest and i nod my head.


"you're right."


he falters for a moment and his eyebrows furrow.


"what?"


"i said you're right. my sins might have been passed down to my son, but they're still my sins." i scoff, scooting towards the bassinet.


"don't-"


"i'm still the one who broke your heart, am i not?" i smirk, placing my son down in the basinet and pushing it over to the back corner of the room.


"stop it!" he yells, and i peek over his shoulder, to see morgan and spencer, looking at me through the glass pane in the door.


"colin, i lied to you. i played you. i messed with your head. i let you believe that i loved you, when in fact, i hated you."


"no. no! he just...he's making you believe that!" colin yells, and i see morgan and spencer peeking in through the door, their eyes widening when they see the edge of colin's gun pointed up at me.


i shake my head at them, signaling for them to wait.


"but you see, i'm the one who did that. i did it. and i did it because i didn't understand. but now, now i know." i smile gently.


his arm falters slightly and his eyebrows furrow.


"wh- you understand?" he smiles.


"yeah, i understand why you did it. you just wanted to get me away. you were separated from your mother, weren't you? she died, and before she did, you two were quite close. more close than most, wouldn't you say?"


he stammers, but the gun still held up.


"and so you clung yourself to me, because i remind you of her, don't i?" i ask, stepping forward.


colin looks over at me, tears streaming down his face. i take another step forward, and reach out to him, placing my hand on his cheek, wiping the tears from his face. the barrel of the gun pressed against my chest.


"it's okay, baby. it's okay." i smile, and he lets out a sob, dropping the gun and bringing me into a tight hug.


i kick over the gun, then look over at morgan and spencer and nod my head. they burst into the room, snatching colin from my grasp.


"no! jupiter please!" colin sobs as i turn my back, picking up my son who was still fast asleep.


spencer rushes over to us, taking us in his arms, his fast paced breathing calming slightly.


"are you okay? is apollo okay?" he stammers, placing a hand on both of our heads.


"we're okay, spen. we're okay." i breath out, tears dripping from my face.


we're okay.

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