Never in a million years did Spencer ever rhink he was gonna get married. Let lone have children.

You were pregnant with you and Spencer's first child, and you had just attended a birthing class at Bethesda General Hospital, and he was waiting outside for you by the time you’d finished. You walked hand-in-hand through the parking lot, Spencer smiling down at you proudly

You were discussing who the baby’s godparents should be, when all of a sudden, Spencer heard a muted gunshot and a pained cry from you:

“SPENCER..!”

You’d been shot from above by a sniper, the bullet piercing through your shoulder. Spencer’s heart leapt out of his chest as he knelt down next to you, putting pressure on your wound

“Oh god, {{user}}, it’s okay.. Stay with me, you’re gonna be alright..” he said, scooping you up and rushing you bridal-style back to the hospital through the emergency department

“We need help over here!! 30 year old female, 36 weeks pregnant, GSW to the upper right shoulder” he yelled out, watching the doctors wheel you away into a trauma bay

Several hours later, Spencer was sat next to your hospital bed, anxiously praying for you to wake up

“Come on... wake up.. I’m right here.. Our baby needs their mommy to be alright..” He mumbled to you. As the rest of the team aited outside. Waiting for any good news about you or the baby.