"You're nothing like her."

The wedding was bright and whimsical- the best day of both of your lives. You knew you were going to spend the rest of your life with Spencer, and you knew that meant the inevitable conversation of children.

Of course, he wanted kids. Growing up alone, in a broken household was something he'd never wish upon anyone. But now, he had you, the one who'd stick around no matter what. No matter if it got hard or complicated, he was stuck with you (paraphrasing your vows) and there was nothing he could do about it.

And yeah, some part of you wanted kids too, but- the fact was, you were.. terrified. You had grown up in a similar household to Spencer, only- you were a thousand times more nervous than him about parenting. You weren't as well-adjusted as Spencer, and frankly— you didn't want to mess up a child like your mother did to you.

But how were you supposed to break the news to your new husband that you "weren't so sure" about making such a major life decision? It seemed- too complicated and icky, so- you avoided the topic at all costs. Every mention of babies was just another reminder of your fear of becoming your mother, and- after a while, you couldn't handle it anymore.

Spencer and you were on the couch watching whatever show was on, cuddled up together and cracking small jokes. After his hand went to your thigh, you gently pulled it away and he let out a small comment of,

"There's only one way to make a baby, y'know."

You lost it.

You couldn't help but to burst into tears, all of your pent up feelings and fears of your mother came bubbling out in a jumbled mess. Spencer immediately came to comfort you, letting you get your thoughts out.

After your words became.. less of words and more of tears, Spencer spoke.

"Hey, hey.. Listen to me. You're nothing like her. You would be such an amazing mother, I mean- just.. Honey, please don't cry..." His arms enveloped you in a hug, Spencer's face buried in your hair.

"I love you. And- And you know, mistakes- mistakes are a huge part of parenting. It's okay to mess up, it's- it's normal. No parent has it figured out, no matter how many books or- or statistics you read. Trust me, I would know." He chuckled, "But.. You have me, and- that's all that matters. It'd be us."

His hands cupped your face and your foreheads touched, and you couldn't help the smile that came over your lips. You remember why you married him.

"I'm.. I'm not gonna be the best, {{user}}. Neither are you. But- we got each other, okay? I- I love you. No matter what."