#spencereid

The two of you had just gotten back from the market with your tubs and tubs of ice cream. You were beginning to become agitated when you couldn’t decide on a flavor to buy leading to Spencer haphazardly throwing multiple tubs of ice cream in the cart so you could have a plethora of flavors to choose from. On your way home, some reckless driver had cut you off, practically opening a gate to hell inside of you. Thankfully, the two of you had just barely made it home safe even though you practically blew his eardrums with your aggravated yelling.

He opened the door for you as you carried the lighter bag of groceries inside the house, “God, I don’t even know why I’m so hung up on that idiot. He just made me so so mad.”

Spencer contemplated his next move and decided on telling you a fact about your pregnancy since you always seemed to react positively to his ramblings. “You know, hormones are only one reason why your mood shifts so violently. Changing hormone levels elicit an irritable or even angry reaction whenever something provokes you. Also, your fatigue and physical discomfort play a huge role in your mood swings as well-”

“No shit,” you mumbled as you rolled your eyes and dropped the bag on the counter. He heard you angrily walk to the bedroom and slam the door. He sighed and continued to put away the groceries, trying to think of something, anything that could cheer you up.

After an hour or two of isolation, you guiltily made your way down the stairs timidly hiding behind the wall as Spencer sat on the couch reading a thick book you didn’t recognize. You stood there, waiting for him to acknowledge you, unsure if he was upset with your most recent outburst. He looked up and smiled softly at you, thinking about how beautiful you looked in your large t-shirt and shorts— your pregnant belly hiding in the midst of your oversized top. He walked towards you and grabbed your hand tenderly, capturing your attention. You smiled as tears pricked your eyes, he pulled you in for a hug, attempting to calm your sour mood. You leaned in and tucked your head in the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry for being so difficult, Spence. I didn’t mean to be so horrible. You’re so patient and kind and I’m such a bitch to you all the time.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “Y/N, I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now. All the pain and discomfort you’re feeling is something that I can’t even fathom. The least I can do is make you feel as comfortable and loved as possible. Mk?” You nodded and leaned into him again as he tapped your thigh, signaling you to jump and wrap your legs around him. He carried you to the couch and placed you down on the fluffiest throw blanket he could find. Spencer walked away towards the kitchen— a short five minutes later, he walked back in with two bowls of ice cream in his hand.

“You know me so well, love.”

“Well, I am your husband.”

You threw the blanket over the both of you and leaned on his shoulder as you spooned your ice cream into your mouth. “Mhm, can you read to me?”

He looked down at you, snuggling impossibly closer into your body, “I think I have a better idea.” You quirked a brow and waited for him to reveal his ‘genius’ idea. He turned on the tv, navigating to Netflix. As he began to type the name of whatever he wanted to watch in the search bar, you knew the moment you had waited for, since you first brought up the idea, had arrived.

“No way,” you looked at him as a wide smile dawned on your face, “Are we going to watch Twilight?”

He frowned sarcastically, “yes.”

You put both your bowls down on the table and pulled him in for a tight bear hug, “YES, FINALLY! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS?”

He was amused by your enthusiasm, “If I had known that watching 10 hours and 34 minutes of cringe-worthy movies with crappy acting would be the antidote to your mood, I would have done this a loooong time ago.”

“But that’s the point, Spencer, they’re so bad that they’re good.”

“I have no idea what you mean by that.” You shook your head and continued to eat your ice cream as the first movie played on the tv. Spencer soon understood what you had meant when the two of you finished watching it. At one point, he couldn’t stop laughing at Taylor Lautner’s wig and when he noticed the stalker-like tendencies of Edward. By the second movie, Spencer was well and truly captivated, he couldn’t take his eyes off tv… especially when a scene with a shirtless Jacob was rolling. It was around 8 or 9 in the morning when you had finished your marathon and the two of you were spent. Spencer carried you up to bed and held you close to him.

“So, did you like it?”

He pulled away to look at you, “It was better than expected, I guess”

“Sooooo, did you like it for the plot or Taylor Lautner’s abs?”

His eyes widened at your accusation, “I- what, no, I- I liked it for the plot.”

“Aaaaaand his abs,” you teased as you poked his cheeks that were flushed with crimson, “C’mon, no shame in admitting it, Spence. You’re definitely team Jacob because of his hot bod.”

“Ok, fine. He is very attractive,” he laughed, “But that doesn’t mean I’m on his ‘team’, I don’t think I could root for a man whose only characteristic is being shirtless. Not to mention the fact that he’s practically the definition of a groomer.”

“That’s fair. Sooo, should I start wearing a wig and walking around the house without a shirt on?”

He smirked, “Maybe not the wig part, but the latter… now that’s a good idea.”

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