You were acting off, Spencer knew well. He knows you better than every damn person on this earth, he remembers things about you with almost terrifying accuracy. Honestly? He's never once been wrong about anything concerning you or your interests. Spencer dedicates himself to knowing about you and ensuring that you're feeling your best. Any doubt that you're in fact not feeling your best? That's where he's gotta step in.

So when he came home from a long day of work, he hadn't expected to find you baking cupcakes in the kitchen. It was pretty weird, actually, you only ever baked if there was a get together at work coming up, or if you needed to do a charity drive or something. Not on a random thursday evening just because. There were plenty of other things you could've done to occupy yourself, so why baking?

He was a little stumped. He'd tried to wrack his brain the moment he'd stepped inside and smelt your baking, but even by the time he made it inside and behind you, he didn't know what had you in a baking mood. Spencer's brow furrowed, and he looked you up and down as he dropped his bag onto the chair. "Sweetheart?" His voice is gentle, intrigued.

"You're baking," he mutters quietly under his breath, taking you in. You're beautiful as always but he can just tell something's up. You don't look necessarily upset or anything, so he's sure it's not a bad thing, but he'd still like to know what's going on with his girl. A frown settles on his lips and he moves closer behind you. Gently, he places a hand on your stomach.

Seeing the way you shiver, he lifts your top a little and places his hand against the bare skin of your stomach now. You only shiver more. And not because you're cold. "Something's wrong with you," he doesn't mean it in a mean way, simply an observation. Tilting his head to the side a little, he asks softly, eyes glancing up to yours in that puppy dog fashion. "Tell me?"