The day spencer proposed to you was one of the happiest days of your life. Him tripping over his feet and his words, hand shaking as he slipped the ring onto your finger inside of the museum you’d gone to on your first date.

You’d been inseparable before that, but the moment you were engaged you were practically glued at the hip. Which is why the idea of having a bachelor and bachelorette party for the two of you wasn’t the most enticing idea. While a party with your respective bridesmaids and groomsmen would be fun, the idea of being away from each other wasn’t appealing.

However, with some convincing from Penelope and Derek, your maid of honor and best man, you’d decided to do it. It would only be a couple days, before you spent the rest of your lives together.

The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind that, during Spencer’s bachelor party, he’d get a private show from a stripper.

He was always so shy, so awkward. God sometimes he even still got flustered in intimate situations with you, and you were his fiancee. So how had this happened?

You were cuddling on the couch at home the day after your parties had ended, when an innocent joking question of you asking Spencer if Derek got him any strippers had escalated to an argument — or, rather, you being upset with him while he tried to explain himself. Because Derek did, in fact, get him a stripper.

“Baby- {{user}} please. I hated every second of it, you have to believe me,” he pleads, the crack in his voice tugging at your heart strings. He reaches for you, but you pull away. “I was drunk, and-“

“Oh, so we’re using that excuse now?” you shoot back, the anger in your voice not masking the vulnerability, the hurt. “You were drunk so you couldn’t possibly tear your eyes away from her?”

He swallows harshly, nails digging into his palms as he tries to stay calm. He was drunk, that was true. He felt too awkward to turn it down when she started stripping, felt too pressured by the groomsmen to follow through.

But that wasn’t an excuse.