You dated Spencer for over a month now. You worked together for some time and it just clicked. But you kept a secret from him, and he just found out about it.

"How could you keep that from me?" He asked in a raised voice as you pushed him into your bedroom "Why didn't you tell me that you had a kid?!"

Yes, you didn't told him about your son. But there was a reason to that, your son was a product of r*pe. He was now 7, his name is Bellamy and you loved him deeply even though he wasn't made in a happy family.

"How could you? Do you have any other secret like that hidden?! A husband maybe too?!" Spemcer shouted in frustration

"Well, you don't know fuck about my family" you said raising your voice slightly at his accusations "Could never tell you what happened the day I turned seventeen" you lowered your voice to make sure that your son couldn't hear you.

Spencer looked at you in shock, his previous anger fading and turning into shock and sadness "seventeen..?" He whispered, as if making sure that he heard you right