Expect the Unexpected
To expect the unexpected shows a thoroughly modern intellect.
~Oscar Wilde
~Oscar Wilde
"My life is over." Emily declared, holding the white pregnancy test with the little plus sign on the display.
Twenty two days had passed since that Sunday afternoon when Emily and Spencer made love in her bed for the first time. After that one time, another came, in the day Spencer visited Emily and her Nana at the hospital. She found herself smiling, though. It was ironic. Every day, literally thousands of women all around the globe try to get pregnant the most various ways, without success. Emily had sex twice and she got pregnant almost instantly. Spencer's sperm must be fucking awesome! She laughed. She was standing on a public restroom, holding a pregnancy test, laughing like she had just heard the funniest joke of all times. The two girls who were washing their hands both gave Emily a what the fuck? face and left the restroom, commenting on Emily's weirdness.
Nana was on life support. She was awake but she couldn't breathe on her own. She had made her Will and she was ready to sign the papers asking to be unplugged from the machines. Due to her condition, she needed the signature of someone in her family, in this case, her daughter-in-law, in order for the papers to have any effect. Aunt Daisy would, of course, sign the papers with no further delays or even a moment to mourn her mother-in-law's death.
Emily's grandmother was, literally, counting down the days to go. And now Emily was counting down the days until a living breathing creature crawled out of her vagina. And she would have to love it, feed it, teach it how to swim and pay for its college tuition. Or she could end it before it was even a he or a she. She didn't know whether she should tell Spencer or not.
Emily kept the pregnancy test in her pocket, wrapped around a lot of tissues (that were actually meant to clean your hands dry after you wash them) and made her way into Starbucks. She needed a nice cup of coffee to get her energy levels sky rockin'. It was 7:30 in the morning and she had to go to work.
"Think straight, Emily Anne." She repeated to herself countless times on her way to the morgue, taking small sips from her extremely hot cappuccino. "Think straight."
Nana's machines were going to be unplugged that evening. Emily rushed to the hospital in order to say goodbye to Nana. It was one of the hardest things she ever had to do, but it was for the best. Nana couldn't live the short years she had left stuck in a hospital bed, especially if she couldn't even remember her own grandchild's name. It was for the best.
Emily barged in the hospital, being forced to slow down by various looks of disapproval coming from pretty much everyone in the main hallway.
"My name's Emily Bronson, I'm here to visit my grandmother, room 202."
"Upstairs." The receptionist informed, bored. Her job was most likely boring, sitting there all day, taking people's IDs and sending them upstairs. But Emily could care less. She wanted to see her grandmother before the plugs were pulled out.
Surprisingly, Spencer Reid was standing there, next to Nana's bed, looking at the old lady with an expression of profound sadness in his face. Along with him, a priest waited for Nana to wake up, so she could her last prayer. It was Priest Michael Stevens, from the church Nana always went to listen to the Service. Him and Nana were great friends and he watched Emily grow from a little happy girl to a bright orange headed young adult with no expectations or hopes in her life.
"Spencer!" Emily wanted to hold him, but she didn't want to do it in front of the priest. "Thank you..." She simply said, trying to sound less excited.
Nana seemed to be waking up. Like usual, she had no idea where she was, who she was and who those people standing next to her were.
Emily thought she would be crying a river, but she didn't. Not that she was holding back her tears, she simply had no tears to hold anymore. Her eyes were now completely dry, from all the crying she had done during previous tragedies. All she could do now was hold tight to Spencer's hand and quickly glance up into his eyes as the doctors did their job.
She wanted to say goodbye to Nana, but no words came out of her mouth. She was too sad to talk. And too shocked about the news of her own pregnancy. And confused about whether she should or not tell Reid about it.
The following ten minutes felt like ten years to both Emily and Spencer. All they wanted was to get out of there and pretend like nothing ever happened. Like their lives never collided and like they weren't sad or overall broken at all. Emily also wanted to pretend like she didn't have a pregnancy test with a little pink plus sign in it inside of her pocket.
Nana was now officially dead. Emily was now officially pregnant. And Priest Stevens was now officially annoying the fuck out her with the typical therapy session some people like to give others whenever something this tragic happens. Emily didn't have the patience to deal with it at that particular moment. She needed to tell Spencer the truth as fast as she could, now that she was finally sure that was the right thing to do.
"Sir, if you don't mind I would like to go to the church tomorrow because, you see, I'm just... I need to deal with this right now, it's too much to take in..." Emily was trying to find the words to politely ditch the priest. She put her hands in her pockets, in a rigid position, super uncomfortable.
"Well, I understand, Emmy." He said, placing his hand on her shoulder and giving her a fatherly smile. Emily smiled back, even though she didn't really feel like smiling. It was more an instinct smile, the ones you give to people even if you don't want to. That awkward smile your brain forces your lips to form.
Emily took her hands out her pockets and, accidentally, the pregnancy test wrapped in the tissues fell. Her heart skipped a beat right there, but then she noticed no one had seen a thing with all the tissues. She hurried to pick it up, trying not to look like it was something worth hiding. She was having a hard time playing it cool, though. She was far too nervous. So nervous that, as she took all of those tissues in her hand, the pregnancy test fell on the floor. Emily swallowed her own saliva. She watched as both Spencer and Priest Stevens look at her, puzzled looks upon both their faces.
She gave Spencer a look that clearly said We need to talk but he couldn't take off his puzzled facial expression.
"Well, then, I must go." Priest Stevens said, smiling lightly at both of them. "I will see you tomorrow, then, Emmy." He said, leaving.
"Now us." Spencer said, looking at Emily's pregnancy test. "That is something you should probably explain."
She took the pregnancy test in her hands and threw it away, into the small garbage can by Nana's bed, along with all the tissues. Walking really slow, like she didn't want to leave, she made her way out of the hospital, with Spencer following her, also taking very small slow footsteps so he wouldn't outrun her.
She stopped in the middle of the street, all of a sudden, then turned to Spencer and said
"I'm pregnant. With your child."
And, not even giving him the time to respond to such shocking news, she went away, walking really fast towards her neighborhood. He tried to follow but, at some point, he realized that maybe she wanted to be left alone for a while, as she needed to process her grandmother's death and the fact that she was carrying a baby inside of her. Spencer Reid's baby.
Spencer then realized he was a father. The child inside of Emily Bronson was his child, not anyone else's. It was his baby, even though it was merely a fetus the size of a pea. But it would grow and, eventually, it would come out and see the light of the day as a full grown baby. Spencer Reid was going to have a son or daughter.
Closer to the end.
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