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Chapter Title: I Love You
Title: Here Comes Baby (16/16)
Main Pairings: Morgan/Reid/Prentiss
Characters: Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, OC!Child
Rating: pg (overall nc-17)
Word count: 1134
Warnings/Spoilers: threesome relationship
Part of To Pick Up
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: The first day of school.
Author’s Note: I love feedback, thanks!
“Daddy, stop,” Charlotte whines, brushing Derek’s hand away as she ties her sneakers.
“Derek, let her try,” Emily reprimands softly as they watch Charlotte’s hands try to make loops.
“You’re so big, baby girl,” Derek says wistfully, as she gets the laces into a semblance of a bow.
“Stop calling me a baby, Daddy; I’m a big girl.”
“That’s right, Derek; she’s in kindergarten now,” Spencer comments, walking down the stairs and ruffling her hair.
“Papa, stop.”
“I still think we should’ve waited,” Derek comments.
“We would’ve never sent her if it was up to you,” Spencer jokes.
“I don’t see why we have to; she could have one of the most brilliant people in the world as her teacher if we homeschooled her.”
“She needs socialization, Derek.”
“Socialization is highly overrated.”
“No, Daddy, I need sobilation.”
“That’s right, baby,” Emily says, picking up her, almost too big, daughter.
“Mama,” Charlotte whines exasperatedly, shifting so Emily will put her back on the ground.
They load into Derek’s SUV; Derek sitting in the back with Charlotte. He holds her close to his side and she gives him an indulgent look. Spencer loves seeing the look when he turns to look at them; it is so clearly Emily. It’s a flurry of kisses and hugs, until Spencer, the most composed of the adults, walks her into the building, kisses her cheek, and sends her into the classroom.
He has to drive home because Derek and Emily are such emotional wrecks that they’re sniveling all over each other. When they arrive home, they sit together on the couch for a while, not talking. Finally, Derek gets up to go to work and Spencer knows he can’t be late for his first lecture.
BREAK
Charlotte sprints from the school doors into Emily’s waiting arms.
“Mama,” she wails excitedly.
“How was your day, love-bug?”
“Good, I had so much fun! We colored and played cooking and ran outside and read books! Mama, there was so many books; Papa would love it!”
“I’m sure he would,” Emily laughs.
“I love school,” Charlotte sighs as she wiggles out of Emily’s arms.
Emily can’t help the little tears that form in her eyes. While this day is filled with joy for her daughter, it means less time with Emily. She knows it’s selfish, but she can’t help sometimes wanting to keep her at home forever.
“Is Papa home?”
“He will be soon; I think Daddy is coming home early tonight too.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Yippee!”
Charlotte is at the counter coloring a picture of Big Bird as Emily prepares them a snack of apples and peanut butter, when Derek comes through the garage door.
“Daddy,” she shouts, and her grin grows wide.
“Baby girl, how was your first day? Awful? Never want to go back? Want to stay my baby girl forever?” He questions jokingly, having already quelled his fears with a phone call to Emily.
“Daddy,” she whines and shakes her head, “I love school, Daddy! I had so much fun!”
“Just like your Papa.”
“Papa said you would say that.”
“Papa knows me very well,” Derek admits and asks, “Where is Papa? I thought I would have to wrestle him for cuddle time.”
“I forgot to pick up bread crumbs for Lottie’s favorite.”
“Emily.”
“Mama,” Charlotte and Derek groan together, “No nicknames, Mama.”
“But I can still call you Charlie, right?” Derek asks as he picks her up and tickles her.
“Daddy,” she sighs in exasperation, “I’m not a baby anymore; I’m a big girl and my name is Charlotte.”
“Alright, alright.”
Spencer walks through the garage door, smiles at the three, and drops a thing of breadcrumbs onto the counter. They take their snack into the family room and watch Arthur on the television.
They all take their time with arms wrapped around Charlotte and she indulges them for a while before she’s up and running to play outside in the warm September afternoon. They follow her outside because while she’s home, they can’t help stalking her around the place. Emily, Spencer, and Derek sit outside on the outdoor couch as Charlotte chases their new dog, Luther, around the yard. Emily is, maybe, watching her too wistfully because Derek pulls her into his side and kisses her forehead.
“I know this is hard on you,” he whispers into her hair.
“It’s hard on all of us,” Spencer says as he buries his face into Derek’s other shoulder.
“Ah, pretty boy, I always forget your soft spot when it comes to Charlie.”
“She’s our daughter, Derek.”
“I know that, but you take emotional turmoil with what seems like such strength and sometimes it is. Yet, I forget that sometimes you just keep it all bottled up.”
Spencer snorts in return but keeps his face in Derek’s shirt.
“Don’t do that, Spence. I want you to tell me how you’re feeling.”
“I feel like I’m grasping at straws and she’ll soon realize that I’m not her biological father and not every child has three bossy parents or parents that are in an unconventional relationship. I don’t think she’ll like that, but most of all, I don’t think other children will like that. I don’t want her to get bullied because of me, and she’ll want to act out against us. It will be excruciating to hear he say that I’m not her Papa.”
“Spence, don’t think that way,” Emily commands.
“Pretty boy, whatever happens, the four of us will weather it together,” Derek assures, “For the record, I don’t think our baby girl is going to do that.”
Derek squeezes his shoulder tightly, but it doesn’t stop the slow stream of tears.
“Papa, what’s wrong?” Charlotte asks as she skids to a stop in front of her parents. She tugs on his sleeve and then climbs ungracefully into his lap.
“Papa’s just a little sad about you not being home to play with,” Emily answers for him.
“Papa, don’t cry,” Charlotte says; she hasn’t grown past the comforting technique of gently patting the person’s cheek, so she does it lightly to Spencer.
“Thanks, Charlotte,” he says as he pulls her into his body.
“Don’t be sad, Papa. I can still play with you after school and read books. You know way more about books than Mrs. Barrett and you do better voices.”
“Thanks.”
“I love you, Papa.”
“I love you, too, Charlotte.”
“Daddy, Mama, tell Papa you love him.”
“I love you,” Derek says, and the words are heartfelt almost bringing another sob out of Spencer. Derek kisses him chastely to which Charlotte claps. “And I love you, too, baby girl.”
“I love you three so very much,” Emily asserts, kissing each of them quickly.
“I love all of you,” Spencer whispers; his voice crackles with emotion.
“I love my family.”
“Family is not an important thing, it's everything.”-Michael J. Fox
A/N: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed! You've been awesome! Look for other little ficlets ahead (suggestions are welcome).
Title: Here Comes Baby (16/16)
Main Pairings: Morgan/Reid/Prentiss
Characters: Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, OC!Child
Rating: pg (overall nc-17)
Word count: 1134
Warnings/Spoilers: threesome relationship
Part of To Pick Up
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: The first day of school.
Author’s Note: I love feedback, thanks!
“Daddy, stop,” Charlotte whines, brushing Derek’s hand away as she ties her sneakers.
“Derek, let her try,” Emily reprimands softly as they watch Charlotte’s hands try to make loops.
“You’re so big, baby girl,” Derek says wistfully, as she gets the laces into a semblance of a bow.
“Stop calling me a baby, Daddy; I’m a big girl.”
“That’s right, Derek; she’s in kindergarten now,” Spencer comments, walking down the stairs and ruffling her hair.
“Papa, stop.”
“I still think we should’ve waited,” Derek comments.
“We would’ve never sent her if it was up to you,” Spencer jokes.
“I don’t see why we have to; she could have one of the most brilliant people in the world as her teacher if we homeschooled her.”
“She needs socialization, Derek.”
“Socialization is highly overrated.”
“No, Daddy, I need sobilation.”
“That’s right, baby,” Emily says, picking up her, almost too big, daughter.
“Mama,” Charlotte whines exasperatedly, shifting so Emily will put her back on the ground.
They load into Derek’s SUV; Derek sitting in the back with Charlotte. He holds her close to his side and she gives him an indulgent look. Spencer loves seeing the look when he turns to look at them; it is so clearly Emily. It’s a flurry of kisses and hugs, until Spencer, the most composed of the adults, walks her into the building, kisses her cheek, and sends her into the classroom.
He has to drive home because Derek and Emily are such emotional wrecks that they’re sniveling all over each other. When they arrive home, they sit together on the couch for a while, not talking. Finally, Derek gets up to go to work and Spencer knows he can’t be late for his first lecture.
BREAK
Charlotte sprints from the school doors into Emily’s waiting arms.
“Mama,” she wails excitedly.
“How was your day, love-bug?”
“Good, I had so much fun! We colored and played cooking and ran outside and read books! Mama, there was so many books; Papa would love it!”
“I’m sure he would,” Emily laughs.
“I love school,” Charlotte sighs as she wiggles out of Emily’s arms.
Emily can’t help the little tears that form in her eyes. While this day is filled with joy for her daughter, it means less time with Emily. She knows it’s selfish, but she can’t help sometimes wanting to keep her at home forever.
“Is Papa home?”
“He will be soon; I think Daddy is coming home early tonight too.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Yippee!”
Charlotte is at the counter coloring a picture of Big Bird as Emily prepares them a snack of apples and peanut butter, when Derek comes through the garage door.
“Daddy,” she shouts, and her grin grows wide.
“Baby girl, how was your first day? Awful? Never want to go back? Want to stay my baby girl forever?” He questions jokingly, having already quelled his fears with a phone call to Emily.
“Daddy,” she whines and shakes her head, “I love school, Daddy! I had so much fun!”
“Just like your Papa.”
“Papa said you would say that.”
“Papa knows me very well,” Derek admits and asks, “Where is Papa? I thought I would have to wrestle him for cuddle time.”
“I forgot to pick up bread crumbs for Lottie’s favorite.”
“Emily.”
“Mama,” Charlotte and Derek groan together, “No nicknames, Mama.”
“But I can still call you Charlie, right?” Derek asks as he picks her up and tickles her.
“Daddy,” she sighs in exasperation, “I’m not a baby anymore; I’m a big girl and my name is Charlotte.”
“Alright, alright.”
Spencer walks through the garage door, smiles at the three, and drops a thing of breadcrumbs onto the counter. They take their snack into the family room and watch Arthur on the television.
They all take their time with arms wrapped around Charlotte and she indulges them for a while before she’s up and running to play outside in the warm September afternoon. They follow her outside because while she’s home, they can’t help stalking her around the place. Emily, Spencer, and Derek sit outside on the outdoor couch as Charlotte chases their new dog, Luther, around the yard. Emily is, maybe, watching her too wistfully because Derek pulls her into his side and kisses her forehead.
“I know this is hard on you,” he whispers into her hair.
“It’s hard on all of us,” Spencer says as he buries his face into Derek’s other shoulder.
“Ah, pretty boy, I always forget your soft spot when it comes to Charlie.”
“She’s our daughter, Derek.”
“I know that, but you take emotional turmoil with what seems like such strength and sometimes it is. Yet, I forget that sometimes you just keep it all bottled up.”
Spencer snorts in return but keeps his face in Derek’s shirt.
“Don’t do that, Spence. I want you to tell me how you’re feeling.”
“I feel like I’m grasping at straws and she’ll soon realize that I’m not her biological father and not every child has three bossy parents or parents that are in an unconventional relationship. I don’t think she’ll like that, but most of all, I don’t think other children will like that. I don’t want her to get bullied because of me, and she’ll want to act out against us. It will be excruciating to hear he say that I’m not her Papa.”
“Spence, don’t think that way,” Emily commands.
“Pretty boy, whatever happens, the four of us will weather it together,” Derek assures, “For the record, I don’t think our baby girl is going to do that.”
Derek squeezes his shoulder tightly, but it doesn’t stop the slow stream of tears.
“Papa, what’s wrong?” Charlotte asks as she skids to a stop in front of her parents. She tugs on his sleeve and then climbs ungracefully into his lap.
“Papa’s just a little sad about you not being home to play with,” Emily answers for him.
“Papa, don’t cry,” Charlotte says; she hasn’t grown past the comforting technique of gently patting the person’s cheek, so she does it lightly to Spencer.
“Thanks, Charlotte,” he says as he pulls her into his body.
“Don’t be sad, Papa. I can still play with you after school and read books. You know way more about books than Mrs. Barrett and you do better voices.”
“Thanks.”
“I love you, Papa.”
“I love you, too, Charlotte.”
“Daddy, Mama, tell Papa you love him.”
“I love you,” Derek says, and the words are heartfelt almost bringing another sob out of Spencer. Derek kisses him chastely to which Charlotte claps. “And I love you, too, baby girl.”
“I love you three so very much,” Emily asserts, kissing each of them quickly.
“I love all of you,” Spencer whispers; his voice crackles with emotion.
“I love my family.”
“Family is not an important thing, it's everything.”-Michael J. Fox
A/N: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed! You've been awesome! Look for other little ficlets ahead (suggestions are welcome).