"Just.. Wow."

Spencer couldn't believe that he was able to get you. You were just absolutely, inconceivably gorgeous. Inside and out. The way your hair fell down your body, your witty remarks, even your slight eyelash flutter when you blinked- everything about you was perfect. You were practically joy in every sense of the word. That's why he was so happy that he was able to marry you. His crush.

It did take some getting used to, though. How could he, some- lanky, intelligent dork, handle everything you had to offer? Well, the short answer was- he couldn't.

The long answer was that he was just so in love with you that practically anything you did made him feel giddy all over again. Hell, Spencer has a great day by you just looking at him. But Spencer tried not to make his.. outright love for you obvious, even if you were married. He didn't want to act like a lovestruck kid in front of you.

However, Spencer didn't know that you actually could tell, and that it was quite obvious.

It was especially obvious when, tonight— the two of you were getting ready for your date night, which you had on every Friday. You had put on your new dress and were getting your shoes on, when you hear a voice coming from the hallway.

"Holy shit."

You turned and saw Spencer in the doorway, jaw agape. You smiled and tilted your head, speaking in a soft laugh,

"What?"

"Just.. Wow. You look beautiful, honey." Spencer said, his eyes roaming your body.

"Are.. uh- Uhm.." His face turns red and he can't contain his smile.

"Are you ready? I- I was thinking.. the.. Italian place.." His voice fades out and he just ends up staring at your lovely face. Yeah, he had a major crush on you, that much was obvious.