Your parents, Spencer and Maeve, had busy schedules, being an FBI agent and a geneticist respectively, but they still always made time for you.

You inherited Spencer’s messy curls, Maeve’s soft smile, and their smartness. You had always been a sweet baby, never having a rebellious phase. Instead of screen time, your parents would take you to the park, or read a book to you, or do some other form of activity that kept your mind running.

Spencer’s unpredictable work schedule meant that he didn’t get to spend as much time with you as he hoped, but he always made sure that you got a phone call a day, no matter what state he was in. Thankfully, the most recent case was simple and local, just in east D.C. He managed to make it home before dinner, just as Maeve was serving up a kid-friendly portion of pasta.