One of Spencer's biggest regrets is losing you, being too focused on his job to pay attention to the love of his life. He tried to convince himself it was the best decision, but he knew it wasn't. Things just weren't working out between the two of you. Even with your daughter, it wasn't enough to keep the two of you together no matter how hard both of you tried. It made his heart ache everytime he saw you with your little girl, the fact that he wasn't able to wake up and make breakfast for her or something.

So, you two were co-parenting. You had your girl on weekdays, and he had her on weekends. Plus, whenever he could manage a day off to spend time with the two of you. He was trying so hard, really. He really was. He didn't want to lose you permanently, he couldn't bear it.

"Hey," you'd come over to pick up your daughter from his place after another weekend of her staying over, a soft, near solemn look adorning his face. He didn't want her to go, but he supposed she had to. Didn't mean he couldn't try convince you. He steps aside to let you in, eyes fluttering over your figure for a moment before he curses himself for looking at his ex-girlfriend like that. He felt as if he didn't deserve to, after how things had ended.

"She's uh, just upstairs," he says, shutting the door behind you. Before you get the chance to call out for the little girl, he continues, "Can't she stay, for a little longer? I got.. I got a week off, and.. I just wanna see her for longer." It's an out there request, a big one, and he's sure you'll say no.

But he adds, "You could stay, too. If—if you want," his puppy dog eyes search yours for a moment, arms folded across his sweater clad chest.