Spencer was made to be a girl dad.

It was so obvious by the way him and your five year old daughter interacted — how he treated her like his little princess, the way he wore her crowns and danced with her. He was the absolute love of your life, and you knew your daughter loved him more than anything.

It’s fairly late in the afternoon when you arrive home from work, knowing Spencer would be home with your daughter already. And despite the exhaustion radiating off of you, your couldn’t wait to be with your family again.

The house was bright when you walked through the front door, soft music playing and distant voices carrying to your ears — your husbands slightly-higher pitched voice that he subconsciously uses when talking to your daughter, and your daughter’s happy and light laughter.

Theres a smile on your face when you walk into the living room, and it only seems to grow when you see the sight before you. Spencer is twirling — albeit clumsily — in one of your dresses, his face adorned with makeup from the small kit you’d bought your daughter.

And your daughter, clapping and laughing as she watches her dad, her own dress glittering under the light of your home.

A moment later, Spencer freezes when his eyes land on you. A blush creeps up his neck and over his face, a sheepish smile pulling at his lips. Despite always doing things like this with her, that shy awkward boy inside of him always felt flustered when you saw.

“Uh… hey,” he says, arms crossing over his chest instinctively, dress swaying a bit. He looks down at the dress, then at your daughter, who’s watching you two with a bright smile, and then back at you.