Hold My Girl (spencer reid x oc) ✅

healing

The feeling of small fingers poking my cheek and the sound of hushed giggles pulled me out of my sleep. I slowly opened my eyes and was met with the sight of Spencer and Delilah smiling at me. "I'm on vacation, why are you waking me up so early?"

"We're moving grandma today, mom. We've got to get ready!"

I nodded and slowly rolled my way out of bed. It had been 2 weeks since Spencer had been back. The nightmares and panic attacks were still there, he just had them less frequently. He had been going to therapy and even joined Delilah for a few of her sessions with the social worker.

Today we were moving Diana into her new facility. We took for a visit and it was a really nice place. Diana was more excited about moving into the facility than Spencer. He was still worried, but Diana had assured him plenty of times that this was the right decision and that she would be okay.

After a quick breakfast, we grabbed Diana's remaining boxes and made our way to the facility. Delilah had jumped into her grandma's arms and was eager to help her set up her room. The nurses were already in love with her, Diana extremely proud to show off her granddaughter.

Before we left, Spencer and Diana had a moment alone. When they came back out to say goodbye, you could see the tears in both of their eyes. I made my way over to Diana, giving her a tight hug.

"Thank you for taking care of him," she whispered in my ear. "Thank you for raising such a beautiful son." She gave me another squeeze before we pulled apart.

Once we made it back home, I pulled Spencer into a quick hug. "I'm proud of you."

He nuzzled his face into my neck and placed a kiss by my collarbone.

"I think I'm getting a headache."

"Go lie down, I'll keep her quiet."

He nodded and made his way to the bedroom. His headaches aren't as bad as they used to be, but they were still rough to deal with. After being drugged, he was silently struggling with cravings again. He had been sober for so long and now he had to deal with fighting off the urges again, even though it was a different drug than the one he took all those years ago. The headaches had been a side effect of that.

Delilah stayed quiet, silently reading a book while I checked my emails. This wasn't the first time his headaches had silenced the house and Delilah was fine with sacrificing a few hours of noise if it meant it would help her dad.

The serenity was broken when the sound of glass shattering caused me to jump out of my seat. Delilah was in the kitchen, staring at the broken glass on the ground.

"Don't move, sweetie. I don't want you to cut yourself."

I grabbed the broom and started to sweep up the glass on the ground. I could hear Delilah start to sniffle next to me. Once the mess was cleaned up, I looked up and saw Delilah starting to breathe heavily.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not mad, it's okay."

Her hands started to tremble and I quickly grabbed them. She shook her head as the tears continued to flow.

"Sweetie, what's wrong? Can you talk to me?"

"I'm sorry. He's gonna leave, I screwed up."

She had a few breakdowns like this when Spencer was away, worrying that her mistakes were what caused him to leave. The social worker had mentioned that breakdowns like this happened to kids all the time and that I just need to keep reminding her that we weren't going to leave her.

As I was trying to calm her down, Spencer walked in looking very worried. "What happened?"

"She dropped a glass."