Spencer was sat on the floor of your relatively new home in DC. You had decided to buy it once you started trying for a baby, after four and a half years of marriage. Around him was piles of baby clothes, all needing the tags removed. Admittedly you didn’t need to buy EVERYTHING brand new, but this would be your first baby, it felt right.

Plus with the fact you made over two hundred thousand dollars a year, combined, it wasn’t as though you couldn’t afford it. Plus your baby girl would deserve the best.

Spencer had always wanted to be a father, better than his own. Having kids was one of his lifelong goals. He always knew how to interact with them. And never failed to make them laugh.

With you now being five months along, anything was being prepared. Spencer told you pregnancy facts daily, even though some were very daunting.