AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know most of my work is Supernatural but I do love Criminal Minds, too. I just haven't had a story idea I felt fit those two well yet. I got this idea reading an mpreg!Reid – it's been so long, I don't remember which one anymore. But I remember thinking "Why is there no fics where the couple doesn't know the 'mother' is pregnant?" So I began working on this. For some reason, I felt it fit Reid more than Castiel so I wrote it as a Criminal Minds fic instead of my usual Supernatural. I hope this came out well – especially the bits after the baby is born. It's late and I know I need to go to bed so I was trying to finish because I just couldn't leave it unfinished any longer… I tried not to make it choppy or rushed. Also, I know the title is lame. It's late. I might come back and change it later. Okay, enough rambling (I do that when I'm particularly proud of a piece; can you tell?)!

Morgan knew something was wrong with his boyfriend the minute Reid woke up that morning. Well, that was a bit of an understatement – Reid had been off for the last few weeks. And, now that Morgan thought about it, Reid had had little sporadic quirks over the last several months; more than his usual "Reidisms."

They'd been on a case in Texas and he and Reid were interviewing a woman smoking a cigarette. Reid had excused himself to go throw up. And that time a few months after Texas, he'd snapped at Morgan for not putting as much sugar in his coffee as Reid liked even though no one can ever get the level of coma inducing sweetness Reid could. He'd never been that upset about it before, usually grimacing and going to add more himself.

This particular morning, something seemed really wrong with Reid.

Instead of being nestled into his side, Morgan woke to find Reid on the opposite side of the bed, facing away, and curled as tightly as he could. He'd shoved all the blankets toward Morgan and his pillow was on the floor. Upon close examination, Morgan noticed Reid was trembling, more like he were fighting off pain than if he were cold. That instantly had Morgan's attention and he sat up on one arm – noticing Reid tense once the younger man realized he was awake – and reached the other out to rest on Reid's arm.

"Spencer?" he asked softly, leaning forward to try to peer over him to see his face. Reid had his eyes scrunched tightly shut. "Hey, pretty boy, talk to me. What's the matter?"

Reid forced his eyes open but didn't turn to look at Morgan. "Stomach hurts," he groaned through clenched teeth before scrunching his eyes shut again.

"You mean like cramps?" Morgan asked. At Reid's jerky nod, his frown only deepened. He didn't know of anything that could cause cramps this severe. Reid looked like he didn't want to – or couldn't – move. "Turn over, pretty boy," he commanded gently.

"Don't want to," Reid mumbled, trying to curl in on himself even tighter.

"Spencer," Morgan said, a bit more firmly to get his boyfriend to listen. "You know what cramps are, don't you?"

"A sudden and involuntary contraction of muscle," Reid muttered. Morgan got the feeling Reid was only mumbling because of the pain this time instead of being petulant at Morgan using knowledge against him.

"Right," Morgan affirmed. "So by curling yourself up like that, you're only contracting your abdominal muscles more. I know it hurts but lie back and uncurl and we'll get it to relax."

With a defeated sigh through his nose and a pained whimper, Reid carefully let his legs stretch out and rolled onto his back. He resisted the urge to wrap his arms around his stomach and let them rest at his sides, knowing Morgan was probably going to touch him. As his boyfriend indeed reached his hands toward his abdomen, he settled for quickened pants and gripping the sheet at his sides.

"Relax, pretty boy," Morgan said in that soothing tone Reid loved so much. "I'm not going to intentionally hurt you, you know that." When Reid nodded, he gently placed his fingertips on Reid's stomach, closer to his hips as a starting point. He gently pressed along his stomach to find the muscle that was causing him so much pain, intending to massage it into relaxing. But as he navigated the muscle in search of the culprit, Reid gave a small cry and gripped Morgan's hands to stop him.

"Don't," he gasped, pushing at Morgan's wrists to get them away from his stomach.

"Did that make it worse?" he asked, brow crinkling in confusion. If Reid were in this much pain, he feared a hospital trip was in their future. There was only so much Morgan could do himself and he hated seeing his boyfriend in agony.

Reid nodded and let go of Morgan's wrists to curl up again though he stayed facing the older man this time. His breath still came in quick pants and he squeezed his eyes shut again.

"How long has it been cramping?" Morgan asked, glancing at the clock on the nightstand to note the current time – 8:10am.

"Woke me up around five-thirty," Reid mumbled before giving in to another, longer whimper. "Derek, it really hurts," he moaned.

"Didn't you think, at some point in the last two and half hours, that a regular cramp shouldn't last that long?" Morgan asked, voice rising in confusion. Reid winced and he knew his pain wasn't the cause this time. His boyfriend thought he was angry with him. "I'm sorry, pretty boy," he said in a softer tone.

"It's not constant," Reid clarified. "It relaxes and then contracts again."

"If it's been going on this long, I don't see it stopping anytime soon," Morgan sighed, sliding out of bed and stepping over Clooney to find a pair of jeans. The dog only lifted his head curiously for half a second before deciding his master wasn't interesting enough and going back to sleep. "I'm taking you to the hospital."

"No! Please, Derek, no hospital," Reid whined, forcing himself to uncurl so he could lean across the other half of the bed to reach for his boyfriend as if he could grab him and keep him from taking him to the hospital. "You know I don't like hospitals."

Morgan paused, gripping the waist of his jeans and hunched forward with the garment halfway up one leg. In their line of work, hospital visits weren't uncommon. He knew that, after so many visits, they all got sick of them and generally went only when absolutely necessary. Even then, they didn't stay there no matter how serious the reason. And Reid had a tendency to get put there more often than the others. Morgan really couldn't fault him for not wanting to go.

But even if they only went when something was genuinely serious, sometimes they didn't know it was serious until it got serious. What if this was one of those times? A seemingly harmless bout of cramps could mean something much worse. What, Morgan didn't know. But with his seemingly endless knowledge, Reid probably would know and if he thought for one second that it could be something life-threatening, he'd agree to go, wouldn't he?

With a sigh, Morgan let his jeans drop and crawled back into bed, wrapping an arm loosely across Reid's side. "Alright, pretty boy, I'll make you a deal. You try a hot bath to loosen up those cramps and if it doesn't go away before the water gets cold, you let me take you to the hospital. Please?" he added a bit more forcefully as Reid opened his mouth to protest. "It'll make me feel better if a doctor tells me this is nothing."

"I am a doctor," Reid mumbled. This time, Morgan knew it was to be petulant.

"Okay," he laughed, "a medical doctor. Please?" he added when Reid remained silent.

After a moment's hesitation, Reid sighed in defeat and nodded his agreement to the deal. A hot bath did actually sound pretty good... He let Morgan pull him out of bed, biting back a pained groan though he did have to grip his boyfriend's hands tighter and stop for a minute. Once he nodded that it was okay to move, they shuffled their way into the bathroom. He sat on the toilet while Morgan ran the water, curled in on himself with his arms wrapped around his stomach. He didn't notice the water shut off or his boyfriend kneeling in front of him until Morgan was gently pushing at his arms to make him straighten up.

"Come on, pretty boy," he said in the tone Reid liked. "Gotta get undressed to get in."

The younger man nodded in acquiescence and raised his arms up for Morgan to pull his t-shirt off. As soon as it was off, his arms went back around his stomach. He slowly rose to his feet when Morgan guided him to do so with his hands on his hips then let his boyfriend remove his pajama bottoms. He shuffled to the bathtub when he was gently nudged in that direction and Morgan held his hands as he stepped in, frowning thoughtfully as he stared hard at Reid's midsection. It seemed a bit puffier than usual; but Spencer was already so thin that when he gained any weight, it was usually pretty obvious. And a few extra pounds wasn't a bad thing on Spencer either.

As he lowered himself into the water, Spencer sighed heavily in relief. It didn't make the cramping completely go away but it made them far easier to deal with. Now that the pain wasn't so unbearable, he felt exhausted. He turned onto his side and wriggled to the side of the tub to lean his temple against the cool porcelain. One arm wrapped around his stomach. He was almost asleep once more when the shrill ring of his phone from the other room startled him.

"I got it," Morgan assured softly before disappearing from the room. A few seconds later, the ringing stopped and Reid heard Morgan speaking. He couldn't make out the words but the low tones of Morgan's voice were comforting.

As he listened to his boyfriend, he tried to let the water help, tried to relax. A sudden pressure low in his abdomen broke any calm he'd managed to grasp and his body instinctively bore down. He felt something shift and his eyes widened and his breath quickened, coming out in short, rapid pants. Trying to fight the instinct only made the pain worsen so, despite the new development terrifying him, he went with it and pushed down hard.

After a few pushes, his body let up and he fought to catch his breath. Slowly, he lowered his hand down to feel between his legs, trying to feel what was happening to him. His hand met with something round, roughly the size of a small watermelon, making his perineum push outward.

His breath caught in his throat then his chest tightened and he fought to get enough air. He leaned his head back against the tub and opened and closed his mouth a few times before he managed to find his voice though it came out in a choked whisper at first.

"Mo- Mor-… Morgan!" he screamed just as his body bore down once more, tearing a groan from deep in his chest. He felt the thing against his hand press out a fraction more as it did. "Derek!" he screamed again.

Derek slid into the room, phone still held to his ear, brown eyes wide with terror at the way his boyfriend had screamed his name. Reid met his eyes, head still tilted back against the tub, and whimpered. When Morgan's eyes took in the way Reid's hand was cupped against his body between his legs, he stepped closer.

"Shit," he hissed, seeing the sliver of a crown of a baby's head peeking out between Reid's fingers.

Reid whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut as he was forced to push again. This time, when the head moved forward, it stayed when he stopped pushing.

"Hotch, we're not gonna make it," Morgan said quickly. "I need to call you back. Later." Without waiting for an answer, he hung up then quickly knelt beside the bathtub and used his free hand to brush hair from Reid's face. "It's okay, pretty boy," he murmured as he dialed 911.

Reid whimpered then held a long whine which turned into a groan as he pushed and the head reached its widest part. He barely paid any attention to Morgan as he spoke to the 911 operator then began moving around the bathroom to collect items she told him to, too lost in his body's instinct to push. Instinct told him to give smaller pushes to ease the head free.

By the time Morgan had resettled beside the tub, Reid had delivered most of the head and with the current push, the head popped free. His mouth formed an O in surprise and relief at the release of pressure. He panted for breath, feeling the baby turn inside him.

"I don't think y'all are gonna get here in time," Morgan said into the phone. "He's delivered the head completely already." He listened to the operator once more then reached for the towel he'd grabbed, eyes fixed on what was happening between Reid's legs.

Cupping the head in one hand, Reid reached the other down as he continued to push. He worked the shoulders and arms free and then with one final push, the rest of the baby's body slid free. With a cry of surprise, Reid lifted the baby from the water and cradled it against his chest as he leaned back once more.

Doing as the operator told him to, Morgan took the towel and draped it over the baby in Reid's arms, beginning to gently rub it down to dry it and stimulate circulation. The infant let out a small watery cry then began to cry in earnest. As Morgan rubbed it down, he noticed the baby was a girl. Once he was certain she was dry and breathing well, he tossed the damp towel aside and grabbed a fresh one, helping Reid cover her up against his chest the best he could to keep her warm. Her cries calmed as she warmed up.

"What?" Morgan asked, turning his attention back to the phone. In answer to whatever the woman said, he glanced down into the water between Reid's legs. "Ah, no, not yet. Is that normal? … Okay, good. … Okay. … Yeah, he's definitely alert."

Reid glanced up at Morgan, realizing the operator must have asked about him, then went back to examining the baby in his arms. Her coloring almost looked like she'd gotten the perfect tan, all pale caramel. Reid hoped when her eye color settled that she had Derek's brown. It would compliment her skin tone perfectly. She had all ten fingers and all ten toes, too.

After the operator assured him that the paramedics were close and told Morgan not to hang up, he put the phone on speaker and set it on the edge of the tub, a safe distance away that he wouldn't bump it into the water.

"You okay?" he murmured, kissing Reid's temple.

"Yeah, I think so, all things considered," Reid said with a half smile. "I guess she was the cause of the cramping that woke me up… I had no idea I was even pregnant."

"I know, pretty boy. It's okay," Morgan said. He looked at the baby sleeping in his boyfriend's arms and reached over to gently touch her cheek.

They stayed that way for a few more minutes, quietly taking in the sudden presence of a baby in their lives. Just as the sound of knocking came from the front of the house followed by several sets of footsteps moving through the house, Reid tensed and groaned slightly.

Morgan snatched up the phone to tell the operator that the paramedics were there then called out to them to let them know where they were. Reid began panting once more and Morgan could tell when he began to push again.

"Another one?" he asked just as the paramedics entered the room, already tugging on sterile gloves. One of them – a woman – gently pushed him out of their way and he stood back a bit, watching Reid closely.

"Afterbirth," the first paramedic told his partner, inadvertently answering Morgan's question. "Easy pushes," he gently told Reid who nodded in understanding as he did so.

The woman pulled instruments out of sterile packaging as her partner helped Reid finish. She handed him clamps and scissors and he smoothly cut the cord. The woman moved around him to gently take the baby from Reid while her partner puts the afterbirth in a plastic bag.

"You told the 911 operator that this birth was a surprise. Because the baby had no prenatal care, we take this with us for the doctor to use to help treat the baby as it represents its time in the womb," the man explained.

Morgan nodded then gently took the baby from the woman and she moved to help Reid out of the bathtub. She wrapped him in a couple of towels and helped him onto a stretcher. The group made their way out of the house and into the ambulance.

Once they reach the hospital, doctors meet the ambulance and immediately wheel Reid and the baby away. Morgan is directed into a waiting room and the nurse explained that Reid and the baby need to be examined for any complications. This set Morgan on edge with worry and he began pacing the small room. After several circuits, he dropped onto one of the couches and pulled his phone from his pocket, finding Hotch's number.

The other man answers on the first ring. "Morgan? What happened? Are you and Reid alright?"

"Yeah, I think so." Morgan rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. "I mean, we're at the hospital and they took Reid and made me wait."

"What happened?"

"Spencer just, ah… he had a baby."

Hotch is silent for a moment and Morgan has to check his phone to be sure the call hadn't ended. Finally, Hotch spoke and Morgan could tell he was shocked. "He… He had a baby? But he wasn't even pregnant."

"Apparently, he was. Hotch, the baby is tiny. I wouldn't be surprised if she's premature," Morgan explained.

"She? It's a girl?"

"Yeah. She's beautiful, too. Pale caramel colored, she's got Reid's features... Not sure about her eyes yet. She cried for a bit when she came out but then she went to sleep," Morgan said with a laugh. "I mean, she- she bursts into the world so unexpectedly, causing such commotion, then falls asleep right after like it's no big deal!" His laughter quickly dissolved into erratic breathing and a few sobs. "We had no idea Spencer was pregnant and now, all of a sudden, we have a baby, Hotch."

"Derek Morgan?"

Morgan looked up at a nurse that just entered then back down at his feet as he speaks to Hotch. "I gotta go. Call you later." As he's slipped his phone into his pocket, he stands and crosses to the nurse. "How are they?"

"They're both perfectly fine, Mr. Morgan," the nurse assured him with a warm smile. "We've checked Mr. Reid-"

"Dr. Reid," Morgan gently corrected.

"Dr. Reid," she amended without any irritation, "into a room for observation for the next few hours just to be on the safe side. If all goes well, he can be discharged later this evening. Your daughter is small but otherwise, nothing seems to be wrong despite having no prenatal care. You can see them now."

Morgan nodded and followed her to an elevator. They rode up to the maternity floor and she led him through a few hallways to recovery rooms. As they neared a door that was open, she stepped aside and gestured toward it.

Morgan peered inside and his heart flipped at the sight before him. Reid sat upright in the hospital bed, supported by a pillow behind him, wearing a blue hospital gown with darker blue spots. Their daughter was cradled in his arms and a nurse was helping him learn to feed her, speaking gently to him, her hands hovering near their daughter though she remained hands off until Reid needed help. When Reid gasped then grinned in apparent success, the nurse gave a quiet "yay."

When Reid looked up at her, he noticed Morgan in the doorway and his grin turned to a loving smile. "Hey."

Morgan crossed the room to stand on his other side, smiling down at him. Close up, he saw the baby had been swaddled in a white blanket with blue and green stripes and given a white cap."Hey, yourself."

They both looked down at their daughter as she sucked hungrily. Morgan settled on the edge of the bed at Reid's side and slipped an arm around his shoulders.

"I'm so proud of you, pretty boy," he said and Reid smiled sheepishly at him.

"I was a terrified mess," he said.

"Still. You brought our baby into the world despite being scared," Morgan said. After a moment more of watching their daughter eat, he reached over to caress the top of her head. "It's amazing how, an hour ago, we had no idea you were pregnant and now, we have a daughter," he said, voice filled with wonder.

Reid hummed in agreement then frowned as he looked down at the baby. "She needs a name."

Morgan tilted his head in thought then looked back down at the baby when she began fussing. The nurse helped Reid shift his hold on the baby to show him how to burp her. Once she had finished and calmed, Reid cradled her in his arms once more then turned to Morgan.

"You want to hold her?" he asked.

"Yeah." Morgan gently took the baby, too preoccupied with her to notice the nurse take her leave. After a minute, he looked back up at Reid. "So, names?"

"Mm," Reid hummed as he leaned against Morgan's arm. The older man wrapped it around him and he scooted closer to his side. "Do we want it to mean anything?"

"Is it too cheesy to pick something that means 'surprise'?" Morgan asked with a laugh.

"What about something that means 'gift' instead?" Reid suggested.

"I like that," Morgan said and removed his arm from around Reid to awkwardly shoved his hand between Reid and himself to pull out his phone. After some Google searching, he frowned. "Anything that means 'gift' usually means 'gift from God' and neither of us are that religious."

Reid is quiet for a moment, sucking on his lower lip in thought. "I don't think that matters much," he finally said. "She was a gift and that's the meaning we choose to take from the names."

"So we just drop the 'from God' part?"

"Pretty much." Reid shrugged. "Let me look."

Morgan handed him the phone and watched him flick through the list for a moment.

"What about Michaela?" he asked, showing Morgan the alternate way to spell it.

Morgan thought for a moment then tried the name aloud. "Michaela Reid-Morgan."

"No hyphen," Reid corrected. "Michaela Morgan."

"Babe," Morgan whispered, eyes wide. "You sure?" Reid nodded, smiling at Morgan with such love and affection that it makes tears fill the other man's eyes.

"Yes," he whispered. "I-If you'll have me, I'd like to-"

Morgan cut him off with a firm kiss, sliding his arm around Reid to gently cup the back of his head. "Of course, pretty boy." He looked between the baby in his one arm and the man held against him with the other. "Damn, a daughter and a fiance all in one day."

Reid laughed and laid his head on Morgan's chest. "So, is that her name then?"

"Yeah, I think it sounds perfect." When he looked back down at Reid, he saw his eyes had slid closed and he kissed the top of his head. "Go to sleep, pretty boy. I'll keep an eye on the baby and I'll be here when you wake up."

Reid's only response is a soft hum that makes Morgan grin. He's still grinning as he settles back against the pillows behind them and carefully nudges Reid over so he can get both legs up onto the bed to rest more comfortably. He didn't know how long Reid or Michaela would nap but for now, he was content to just rest with them both. The morning had been just as stressful on him as it had been for Reid. Okay, maybe not as stressful but he felt he deserved a nap, too.

Calling Hotch again could wait.