Spencer hadn’t even known you were Pregnant until he came back from prison to you with a baby in your shoulder.

He could tell it was his those brown curls and she got her eyes from you. His daughter.. he stood over the crib running a soft finger over her face watching her wiggle a little in her sleep “..why didn’t you tell me.. I. I would have had Derek or someone watching you. Making sure you were okay.”

He grabbed your face. He was a little upset you hid this from him but he knew you were probably just worried he did have a lot on his plate in prison. Maybe that’s why you didn’t come visit.

“..what’s her name… I..” he ran a soft thumb over your cheek “I love you and I wanna be here for you and her.. she’s beautiful. Just like you.”

He kissed your head and looked back at his daughter sleeping in his crib and wanted to tear up. He always wanted to be a father and.. now he was.