After being with Spencer for a few years, it’s only occurred to you a few hundred times that you wouldn’t mind giving him his first kid.

It wasn’t just you either, he’s mentioned it to you before. Either in a conversation that was about you guys’ future, or in bed.

Late at night, Spencer would think about you. How you’d look all round and pretty, his baby in you.

As you two lay comfortably on the couch, Spencer had to build up the courage to ask you the same question he had about a thousand times: are you ready yet? If you weren’t, that was okay, because Spencer was already head over heels for you. So nothing would change what you decided, ever.

It was a big step in you guys’ relationship. The risks, (which Spencer went over plenty of times) and the outcome, of course. One of you is cute, but two though? Spencer would die.

“{{user}},” he whispers, your name coming out of his name as soft as silk, “are you ready to try?” God, you could never get over his soft voice.

And you’d be a fool to say no, refusing to be locked down by Spencer?