The Perfect Two

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Two weeks later Spencer was sitting in a chair next to his daughters incubator and she was no longer intubated. It had seemed she was progressing better than the doctor had thought. Spencer had finally convinced JJ to go home and allow him the afternoon alone with his daughter, it only caused him a month worth of dishes and foot rubs. The new father slowly and cautiously lifted the clear door of the incubator and stuck his blue gloved hand into the incubator to caress his daughters soft skin. She let out a small gargle sound before going quiet again, the doctors had told him her improve the was good but she still had a long way to go.

"She has you nose." A voice from behind him said, making Spencer jolt.

His mother was standing behind him with one of the out patient nurses from her home. "Mom? What are you doing here?"

"They've granted me a field trip day and I chose to come visit my granddaughter." Diana replied stepping towards the clear case. "Spencer what are all those wires doing in her? You can't possibly know what they are all doing." Diana whispered.

Spencer sighed closing the clear door. "Mom, Emma is physically sick, those wires are to protect her, and feed her. They all have medication or nutrients."

"How can you be sure?"

"Mom please don't cause a scene." Spencer pleaded taking his moms arm and walking her over to the side of the incubator. "You're here to look at your beautiful granddaughter, you can read to her if you like? Or you can just look."

Diana sat in the chair Spencer was previously sitting in,
"Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes!
In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose,
Andhat upon his head, to church he goes;
As oft, with conscious pride, he downward throws
A glance upon the ample cabbage rose
That, stuck in button-hole, regales his nose,
He envies not the gayest London beaux.
In church he takes his seat among the rows,
Pays to the place the reverence he owes,
Likes best the prayers whose meaning least he knows,
Lists to the sermon in a softening doze,
And rouses joyous at the welcome close."

"Jane Austen." Spencer said smiling at his mother as she starred intensely at the baby. "I think she's going to be a reader."

"She's really going to be a handful." Diana replied with a straight face. "I see her having JJ's personality."

Spencer smiled resting his hand on his mothers shoulder. "please don't say that, I don't need two aggressively stubborn women in my life." He joked which made his mother smile.

"I always knew you were going to marry her."

"You seem to know everything mom."

"A mother always knows dear."

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I love writing about Spencer and Diana 😁❤️