Out Of Nothing At All

Part Eleven

"So buy things for your new apartment then?"

"I've got that sorted already. I want to get that crib you were looking at. She's going to be sleeping in it when she's not with me, so I want to buy it."

"No."

"Why not."

"Because I said so."

You'd walked to the cashiers desk, handing over your order form and your bank card. When you'd chosen the delivery date and paid, you saw him pull out his own bank card and reel off another order number to the cashier.

"What are you doing?" You asked him.

"Ordering the crib." He turned to the cashier "Can you deliver it at the time as the items you've just rang through for her?"

The cashier looked at you for confirmation.

"No." You shook your head. "I said no, Spencer."

The cashier looked back at Reid, obviously not sure who's instructions to follow.

"I'm buying this Y/N. Ring it up please."

The cashier started to input the details, you fuming silently to yourself. Why couldn't he take no for an answer?

The cashier completed the order, looking between the two of you and announcing the final charge. Spencer slid his card across the desk.

Just before the cashier could pick it up, you lunged forward, grabbing it off the table and replacing it with your own.

"Charge it to that one please."

Reids jaw dropped and the glare he directed at you could have frozen hell over. He started to speak but you cut him off muttering quietly to him.

"We are in the middle of a busy department store and I'm twenty four weeks pregnant. Do not fucking piss me off even more than you already are, because trust me. You will come off looking like the bad guy here, I'll make sure of it."

You looked back at the cashier, smiling as sweetly as you could. "This card please."

He took it and completed the purchase.

You stalked out of the store, Spencer following behind you, huffing and puffing at you until you got back to the parking lot and into his car. He started driving, you both sitting in silence the whole ride.

He pulled up in front of your house and you got out, slamming the door and heading up to your porch.

He followed. Apparently we weren't done.

"You just couldn't let me buy the crib, could you? You couldn't even give me that, one single fucking thing..."

You yanked your front door open. "Inside. NOW."

You stalked through the door, turning to face him when you were both safely inside and away from the prying eyes of your neighbours.

"Why the hell should I let you pay for those thing Spencer? These things are going in MY house. So I'm paying for them."

He glared at you, his eyes on fire as he spat out "Oh I don't know, because I'm her dad? Because I'd like to buy my daughter something too? So you're loaded, good for you. But if you wanted to prove to me that you're independant and you don't need my money, trust me you drove that point home fucking ages ago already when you bought the car seat, the bouncer, the baby monitors, the sterilisation unit and the countless other items I offered to get earlier today"

"If I drove the point home then why are we having this fucking argument. Why can't you just let me have my own way here for once. I've already given you more than I was intending to originally. Think yourself lucky I'm still in the same state as you Reid, because I could have so easily gone through with my original plan and left."