Am I posting a little snippet of something on tumblr again? Hell yeah; it's only been 3400ish years, so whatever. Dunno if this is any good, but I thought I'd try again and so I did. Here it is.
Warnings: obv English is not my mothertongue, also mentions of pregnancy (unplanned, too), so obviously unprotected fun (here I'd like to use the quote “sex is cleaner with a packaged wiener”, which I've read on another tumblr-story and I kinda loved it. Kudos to the original mastermind). It is not beta-read and in all honestly not even truly proof-read. If there is some huge embarrassing mistake, feel free to contact me, although I can already tell you that it won't shock me, as I do much more embarrassing stuff in real life; also hunt me down if I forgot a warning!!
Tic. Tac. Tic. Tac. Tic..
There was no doubt left in your mind, that the clock was mocking you.
It's been almost five minutes (4 minutes and 32 seconds, if your inner monologue would be somewhat close to Spencer's) and you still stood in exactly the same place- hiding behind a neat plant that you took entirely too much time studying while avoiding the current task at hand. And to think that you've come here so overly confident, ready to just get it out and be done with it. Well.. for a short moment at least.
It's been about two weeks since you found out. Funnily enough, it had not at all been anything like in the movies. No pretty glow, no inner, kinda supernatural knowledge, just the most horrible and violent nausea of your entire lifetime. It's become so bad, that you even lost some pounds and decided that something had to be done. You were about to schedule an appointment at you GP, when suddenly, you had a newly aversion towards your usually favourite porridge. Somehow, looking and seconds later feeling instantly disgusted by both the look and smell of the oats, something clicked. And what shall you say? Boom, there it was: Two lines, so overwhelmingly visible, that you almost felt blinded by its obviousness. So here you were..
A federal agent, used to talking and taking down the worst of human kind without so much as batting an eyelash, suddenly DEADLY afraid to talk to the one person who was just as much to blame. Hotch.
You had wanted to tell him like literally a day after finding out. But then there was a case. And then Jack had been sick and then there was something else that you found perfect to use as an excuse.
Thankfully, after a trip to your gynaecologist, you got some medication to at least stop the constant nausea, so you seemed like a somewhat normally-functioning agent. Nothing to raise suspicions, not even to JJ who seemed to be hard wired to detect pregnancy, ever since becoming a mother herself.
You were drifting off again. Just get it done with!
So you inhaled deeply- literally so much that you almost felt like your lungs might explode – and exhaled through your mouth. You'll manage. What's the worst that could happen?
Thankfully, before you could start the downwards spiral of all the things that actually could happen, your feet began carrying you towards the apartment door.
It would need a knock, maybe two, and it would almost be done. You'd tell him, leave him to letting it sink in and then chicken off to hopefully sink in a hole in the ground. (Carefully of course, you were pregnant after all!)
Like, he shouldn't even be that mad; it takes two, after all. Were there some drinks involved? Well yeah, maybe. (Morgan can be veeerryy persuasive!) and yeah maybe you had decided to let loose, but then again, the case had been cruelling and you really deserved to be able to wind down- all of you! It truly came as a surprise to you, though, that even Hotch – ever the stoic leader and the manifestation of discipline and resistance – let himself be talked into having a drink.. and then another and another. And yeah, maybe you did have a fancy for him for some time now. So what?
It was a great evening with your co-workers who you'd considered part of your family for a long time, that ended in sharing some one-on-one time with Hotch, whom you already had been sharing a room with. One thing let to another and somehow, in a blur of events, the both of you ended up naked and took literally everything to a whole other level. And that was it... leaving you standing exactly were you currently are.
There was literally no way in hell he'd be mad at you. You got along just fine and both completely ignored what happened that night- never talking about at would make it appear as if nothing had happened at all. What happens in Boston stays in Boston, right?
So maybe he'll even be happy? Like.. what was there not to be happy about? A baby with his employee, a little power-imbalance; a neat little briefing and Strauss would laugh about this, too. Another child he'd probably not see as much as he'd like to. Does he even want another child? A child with someone he wasn't married to, as well? Like, you weren't even a thing.. Oh god.. Just do it now, so that you can go hide in your flat for eternity.. you prep-talked yourself.
Taking another deep breath, you closed your eyes and tried to focus your mind. You'll get that.
Exhaling, you silently let it out, just so that the words wouldn't feel so foreign on your tongue anymore. “Aaron, I'm pregnant. It's yours.”
For a second you felt your mind ease a little. At least until you opened your eyes to find the door open and Aaron staring at you with his mouth open. Then your mind went blank.
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