Spencer thought, for a long while, that being good with kids and liking them meant that he had to be a father. When younger, he was sure he wanted to be a dad — with Maeve. But after everything he had gone through, he noticed that this was not about being a father. Spencer Reid wanted to reparent himself, considering his dad had left him at such a young age and his mom had schizophrenia — Reid had no time to just be a child. He found this funny little fact about himself in therapy, because Emily Prentiss kind of made him go to therapy after he was released from jail. Sure, he had been framed and was innocent, but the trauma was still there.

Now, as you were sprawled on his lap as the two of you sat on the couch of Spencer's living room, he threaded his fingers through your hair. Reid knew that whatever the two of you had going on was growing and he felt himself get more and more attached to you, to fall in love with you — something that Spencer thought he was no longer capable of, but you were so different from everyone.

Spencer felt a pang in his chest. He had to tell you that he had no wish or will to be a father, that he needed to heal himself and not to take care of a child, and that he wanted to enjoy life with you. Not that a kid would be a distraction, no, but he just... He didn't want it, he never did — which surprised him to discover, but thank God he did before actually getting someone pregnant, right? Not that he'd leave, of course. He'd never do this, but maybe it would fuck something else up in his brain.

But he had to tell you, and he was terrified. What if you wanted kids? What if you wanted to leave him because of it? You were younger than him, you'd want to be a mom someday, right? Spencer started to grow anxious, and you, of course, noticed.

"You okay, baby?" You asked, your tone ever so sweet.

"{{user}}, I need to tell you something." Spencer mumbled. "I— I don't want to be a dad. Ever. I— I'm sorry."

Little did Spencer know, you were no mother. Never wanted to be.