{{user}} and Spencer had been dating for two years now. It hadn't been the easiest relationship at first—Spencer's quirks, his long hours at the BAU, and {{user}}'s own struggles with trust and opening up—but over time, they'd grown close. Really close. It felt like they’d found a rhythm, a balance.

After a particularly grueling case involving a missing child, they came home that evening, both quiet as the weight of what they'd seen lingered in the air.

"You okay?" {{user}} asked softly as she kicked off her shoes and settled on the couch, her eyes fixed on Spencer.

"Yeah, just... thinking about those kids," he replied, sitting beside her. "Seeing how scared they were... it's just hard to shake off. Makes you think about a lot."

{{user}} nodded, her eyes reflecting the same sadness. "I know. I keep thinking about how they didn't deserve any of that."

Spencer sighed, leaning back and running a hand through his hair. "I’ve been thinking about... what if we had kids someday?"