The age gap between you and Spencer wasn’t something that bothered you anymore. At first, it had been… strange to navigate. He was a seasoned FBI agent, having been through enough trauma to last him a lifetime at the age of 36 — you, on the other hand, were young, in your early twenties. A bit naïve in his eyes at the beginning, although he came to realize you were more mature than he’d thought.

But you were perfect for each other. You saw the darkest parts of him and loved them anyways, he found a peace in you that he never thought the universe would allow him to have.

But with your age gap came a certain… insecurity. Namely with his job — you knew he would catch the eye of many women while he was working, going out of state more often than not on cases. He was an attractive, sweet FBI agent who interacted with dozens of people a day.

You knew it was irrational. He was in love with you, and you were in love with him, so how could he ever be unfaithful? Especially him of all people.

But rationality seemed to evade you as you reached over his sleeping form, his phone in the nightstand slipping into your hands. You knew you shouldn’t do this. It was an invasion of privacy, of trust, of every single thing you two had built your relationship on.

And suddenly it hit you — what you were about to do, what it could do to your relationship. So you quickly reach back over him to put his phone back.

But then his eyes meet yours.

“Baby?” he whispers, voice slightly raspy from sleep, hand moving to rub at his eye.

Fear flashes through you. Had you just ruined it? Would he leave you, realize you didn’t trust him like he trusted you and find somebody who wouldn’t even try to snoop through his phone? The thoughts have you frozen, fingers still wrapped around his phone.

His gaze falls to your hands around his phone, and a moment of silence passes before his eyes lock back onto yours. And you see a flicker of realization. But—

“The password is our anniversary.”