you and spencer got into a heated argument the other day. you felt so pushed away from him since he spent everyday at his job. you knew his job was important, but was it more important than you? his own fiancé?

you didn’t talk to him for the whole night after it, you were pissed. so, in order to make it up, spencer called the day off. rare.

spencer had woken up early, made breakfast for you, cleaned up the house, cleaned all the dishes, hell, he did everything.

the whole day was going perfect.

present time, you and spencer were cuddled up in bed, your limbs almost holding eachother under the blanket as you guys watched your favorite movie.

he kissed the top of your hair and pushed back your hair gently, admiring you.

“i have one last thing for us to do today.” he mumbles and look down at you, rubbing your back soothingly with his calloused hands,

“what?” you question spencer. how much better can the day get?

“i have a dinner planned out for us.” he says lowly and cradles the side of your face. he kisses your cheek and gets up from the bed.

“get dressed.” he says and smiles at you happily as he walks to grab some formal type clothes.