Settle Down

Chapter 10: What perfect timing.

You and Spencer have entered a peaceful dichotomy over the next couple of months. Sure, you were always peaceful but for some reason you both were really calm in preparing for your incoming child.

It was probably because you were both getting laid on a regular basis.

Since that first night, and frankly very next morning you and Spencer have been hooking up almost non-stop. You knew it wasn't right and that you were blurring lines that were quite literally so blurred already they were just smudges at this point. Now you were spending everyday he was here together and at night, one of you would wordlessly slink into the others room.

You never talked about what all of this meant, maybe you should.

You were due soon which meant that now there was going to be a real person that you were bringing into your already messy relationship. It also meant putting finishing touches to your nursery that you've been putting off for too long.

"Maybe we should call Morgan?" You suggest, around hour three.

"No, we're both geniuses, right? We can figure out how to put together a fucking crib." Spencer says, frustrated. You hold your hands up and mock surrender.

"Hey, as much as I'd love to completely soak in the fact that you admitted that I am also a genius. I think it's time for a break." You say as you hear your speaker shuffle to the next song, Dream a Little Dream by the Mama and Papas. You squeal. "What perfect timing." You say, standing up. "Come on, get up and dance with me."

Spencer gives you a weird look. "You know I'm not a dancer, Y/N/N."

"And you know, this is Mama Cass. Come on, Spence, we need a break anyway. Plus, who knows how many father/daughter dances you're going to have to go to. Might as well get a head start and dance with your daughter." You say, hold your hands out. Spencer rolls his eyes but gets up and takes your hands. You place one of them on the side of your round belly and clasping your hand with the other one. You decide to go easy on him and just sway back and forth which he seems to get the hang of instantly. He holds you like you are the most fragile thing in his life and at 9 months pregnant, you kind of were. You looked up at the man in front of you who was looking right back down at you with hooded eyes.

"My mom used to love Mama Cass. She used to always say her version of Dream a Little Dream was her favorite because it sounded exactly like falling in love." You whispered.

Spencer looks you in the eyes. "It does." He whispers back.

What.

"Spencer..." You say. Don't. You think. Don't say something stupid and ruin this.

"Y/N, I'm in love with you. I know we said we'd be able to do this platonically but I can't do that anymore, it's killing me not being with you." He says, searching your eyes for something, any indication of you wanting him as much as he wanted you.

Tears started to well up in your eyes. "Spencer, I–"

You were cut off by the phone ringing. Neither of you move to answer it, Spencer is still looking down at you. You pull away, crossing your arms over your body to hide yourself from the vulnerable look he was giving you.

"You should answer that. It's probably Hotch." You say. You wish you didn't, you wish you had told Spencer exactly how you felt about him. That you loved him and needed him, that you and Genevieve needed him. That you wanted him more than anyone else in the entire world. But you didn't. You froze. And the heartbroken look Spencer gave you was something that would haunt you long after your eyes shut.