You and Spencer had been dating for about three years now, and if you knew nothing else about him, it was how bad the man wanted kids. So, when you found out you were pregnant, you knew you had to surprise him.

One day after hours, you were sitting at your desk when one of your cravings hit. You grab a sleeve of saltines from your bag, and no sooner than when you take a munch out of a cracker Spencer comes up behind you, a shocked and hopeful look on his face.

“You’re not… are you?” He asks gleefully. Damn him and his pattern recognition.