Today Spencer has been extremely quite and has just been sat in a ball for most of the day. He cuddles up to me and doesn't say anything, which, obviously, is unusual for Spencer. I'm going to try and talk about it to him.
We're curled up on the sofa and I'm on my phone, flicking through old photos of us. I smile as I see a picture of Spencer in his FBI jacket hugging me, both of us smiling. "Awe babe! Look how adorable this is!" I giggle showing him the picture. He smiles but then proceeds to frown and look away. "Cute." He says absent minded. I sigh and pocket my phone.
"What's wrong Spence?" I ask, running my fingers through his hair, while looking down at him. "Y/n, do you think I'm fat?" He asks quietly. I gasp and cup his face. "No never! Who gave you that idea?!" I ask worried, rubbing his cheek bones. "No one! It's just that my FBI jacket doesn't fit me as well anymore and when I put it on at work Garcia said I've grown into it." He frowns, looking down.
"Oh Spencer, She doesn't mean it in a mean way! She was speaking metaphorically. She means that you've done so well that you have blossomed in your role in the FBI." I chuckle kissing his head. "But it doesn't fit anymore." He cries, letting a few tears roll down his cheeks. "Oh honey, that's just because you've grown! It doesn't mean you've gotten fat! Your body is perfect! Every inch of it! And it doesn't matter if you have gained a bit of weight! It's healthy!" I tell him.
"Are you sure?" He whispers staring at me with blurry eyes.
He sniffles and cuddles further into my side. "My pretty boy." I smiles kissing his head. "I love you." I whisper, running my hands through his curls. "I love you too." He whispers. I wrap my arms around him and kiss his nose. "And Spencer, even if you did gain a bit of weight that doesn't mean I'd leave you." I remind him.
"Let me show you how much I love you." I whisper kissing his nose. "I'm going to draw you a nice warm bath, light some candles, wash your hair and set up the bedroom with some snacks, blankets and the first season of Doctor Who." I grin running my hand through his hair.
"That sounds nice." He hums closing his eyes. "But can we cuddle for five more minutes?" He asks. "Of course we can." I chuckle and pinch his hips, causing him to squirm. "Stop." He blushes, smiling. "Never." I smile and kiss his lips softly.
"Let me do something?" I ask him, staring into his eyes pleadingly.
"O-okay." He stutters. I unbutton his shirt and stare at his glorious form. The way his muscles contract as the cool air hits him. I bend down and place lots of kisses on his belly. He giggles and squirms.
"Every inch of you is perfect." I whisper. He gives me a lopsided grin and I smile. I jump off the bed and run to draw his bath. I set out the candles and light them. Then, I make sure the bath isn't too hot and I run to grab Spencer.
I slide his shirt off him and undo his belt, pulling down his trousers and underwear. I grab his hips and rub them gently. "Beautiful." I coo. "Come on! Hop in!" I giggle. He climbs into the bath and submerges up to his neck. He moans at the warmth of the water, causing me to chuckle.
"Come here, lovely." I whisper as I grab the jug and pour water on Spencer's hair. I grab the shampoo and rub it into his hair. I massage his scalp and then rinse it out. Finally I put some conditioner on and rinse that out too.
"My pretty boy." I grin. He's my world. My rock. I couldn't survive without him.
