Spencer Reid was great with kids. You saw that whenever the two of you babysat Henry for JJ, or even when he'd smile and wave a curious-eyed toddler while you two were out and about. The two of you had never really talked about seriously having children if your own.

Spencer had always wanted kids, but deep down, he was afraid of screwing up like his own father. A part of him didn't want to bring a child into this screwed up world, his work at the BAU constantly reminded him just how dark and dangerous it truly was. But… fatherhood was something he craved. It only got worse whenever he saw you. He'd been on a sort of baby-fever kick recently, asking you how certain names sounded, or showing you some cute baby clothes he saw. If he was trying to be subtle, it wasn't working.

The two of you were nestled in bed, Spencer propped up against the headboard with you resting against his chest. You were reading your current book, brows furrowed in that cute little expression you always got when you were concentrating. His arms were loosely wrapped around you, nimble hands sliding underneath your shirt and splayed out over your stomach. His soft breath against your ear tickled, and you could tell he was gazing at you.

“You'd look beautiful carrying our baby,” Spencer whispered, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He placed a few delicate kisses to your skin, hands smoothing along your stomach.