Criminal Minds Imagines

craving cuddles - derek morgan

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You heard the tell-tale jangle of keys in the door, signaling that your husband, Derek, was back from a case. You were expecting him within the hour, so you were stood at the stove making spaghetti. A seemingly simple dish to make for anyone who isn't seven months pregnant.

You waited for the water to boil, leaning back against the counter next to the stove for some back support. Derek entered the kitchen with a wide smile.

"Hey here, mamas, look at yo-" his face fell, eyebrows scrunching, "What are you doing up on your feet?"

"Making dinner?" You shrugged nonchalantly.

"Babygirl, you're supposed to be on bed rest," he said whiningly, "What happened to Garcia staying with you to make sure you did?"

Garcia had moved all her portable tech gear to your room at the beginning of the week when the team left for a case. She would sit next to you in the bed, watching movies with you and typing furiously, leaving every now and then to get you craving foods and more water. As much as you adored Garcia, you sent her home earlier that day since you knew they were on their way back so you could have a little quiet time to yourself. Which resulted in a craving for spaghetti.

"I sent her home this afternoon, poor thing had to deal with me all week," you explained, wincing as you straightened your back so you could walk towards him, "I figured I could manage myself for just a few hours."

He chuckled, "The whole reason she was here was to keep you from managing yourself. Because this is what happens. You know what the doctor said."

You rolled your eyes, "Bed rest was just a suggestion."

"Uh huh, the fact that he wrote it down on a post it note for me to 'make sure she stays in bed and isn't on her feet for more than a few minutes at a time', was just a big suggestion," he mirrored your eye roll, "Now get your cute little life-growing self over here."

You giggled, shaking your head at him as you slowly made your way over to him in swollen feet and ankles. He met you in the middle, seeing your struggle, and pulled you to him so your side was against his front. That had become your easiest bugging position aside from him hugging you from behind, as your tummy was too round to hug normally.

You rested the side of your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat pounding against your ear, "I'm glad you're home, Der."

He kissed your head sweetly, "I am too. I missed you both. Has he been behaving in there?"

You smiled, "Other than squishing my bladder 24/7 and punching me every few minutes to remind me that he's still there, yes. Garcia and I discovered he loves it when we talk about you."

"You were talking him about me?" He gave you a curious smile.

Your eyes lit up, "Of course, we had to tell him all about how his daddy was on a case, catching a bad guy. How cool he is, how he always saves the day from certain doom and destruction."

He gave you a loving squeeze, his grin wider, "I think that's a bit of an exaggeration. I'm nowhere near as cool as his insanely gorgeous, life giving mama...who would be even more cool if she went back to bed."

You groaned, "But the spagh-"

"I will finish the spaghetti," he reassured you, "now go."

He steered you out of the kitchen and patted your butt playfully as he motioned you towards the bedroom.

"I'm going, I'm going," you grumbled, maneuvering yourself slowly but surely back to bed.