It’s exciting that George Martin is still writing the books, you know. That we don’t know what’s gonna happen. That’s very exciting for the audience, for the people making it, for the actors. It does affect what you’re doing in that you can’t really play the endgame because you don’t really know what it is.
I just read “No Monsters” and it’s so completely adorable! I was
wondering if you could maybe do one that is in the same universe, but
where Spence gets hurt and the reader and Aidan go to the hospital and
Aidan is inconsolable till Spencer calms him down and calls Spence Daddy
for the first time? Thank you!
My phone was ringing.
I turned away from the tower of blocks that I was building with my four-year-old, Aidan, to answer it. I didn’t know the number but answered anyway.
“Hi, is this (Y/N)?” an unfamiliar voice asked me.
“Yes, it is,” I replied. “Who is this?”
“My name is David Rossi, I work with Spencer.”
Spence had mentioned Rossi to me before, but we’d never met.
“Hi,” I replied. “What can I do for you, Agent Rossi?” I asked politely.
“Um, I wanted to let you know that Spencer is in the hospital,” he answered. I felt the blood drain from my face, his words taking my breath away.
“What?” I gasped. “Is he okay?”
I was aware that I now had my son’s attention; he was watching me closely.
“He will be,” Agent Rossi replied. “He was shot, but it isn’t bad, and he’s recovering now. He’s asleep, but he asked me to call you. He also said that you don’t need to rush over here.”
“I appreciate that, but I’m coming anyway.”
Agent Rossi chuckled lightly.
“He mentioned that you would probably say that, too,” he told me. “He’s in Room 613.”
We hung up and I turned to Aidan.
“Aidan, honey, can you put your shoes on for Mommy?” I asked him.
“We’re going bye-bye?” he asked, and I nodded my head.
“Yes, we are,” I told him. He nodded and reached for his shoes. I ran into my room to grab my shoes and purse. Just as I was slipping my shoes on, I heard my little boy begin to cry.
Rushing back into the living room, I noticed the TV, playing a news station. I’d set it as background noise, but now they were running a story that I hadn’t particularly wanted my son to hear.
JJ usually does a really good job of staving off the press, but I guess in the wake of what must’ve been a crazy day, she hadn’t managed as well. Not only were they running the story of an FBI Agent being shot, but they also knew his name. Most four-year-olds wouldn’t understand a news report like that if they saw it, but mine did. Sometimes, I wish he wasn’t so smart.
“Aidan, baby, don’t cry,” I said. He looked up at me, his eyes streaming.
“They say Spence got hurt,” he cried. “Bang! Gun! He die, Mommy.”
“Oh, sweetheart, no,” I said, hurriedly putting his shoes on him.
“Spence didn’t die, okay? I just talked to a very nice man who works with him, and he told me that Spence is going to be just fine.”
“No, no, no, no, no,” Aidan wailed. “Hurt, Mommy!” He insisted, pointing to the TV.
“Come on, Aidan,” I said, picking him up. It was only a five-minute drive to the hospital, and I figured seeing Spencer would calm him down.
He was still crying when I reached room 613. We’d attracted plenty of odd looks in the elevator, but I didn’t care. I just needed to get myself and my son to Spencer.
“Mommy, Spence die,” Aidan sobbed for the hundredth time.
“No, baby, look, here we are,” I told him as we entered the room. Spencer was lying in the hospital bed, a bandage wrapped around his leg, which was elevated. He had an IV, and was a little pale, but looked otherwise fine. I allowed myself a small sigh of relief. Despite being mostly focused on Aidan, I, too, had been worried about Spencer. He looked up, alarmed by the sound of Aidan’s wailing.
“(Y/N),” he said, sounding a little bit scratchy. “Are you okay? Is Aidan alright?”
“Hey, Spencer,” I breathed. “He heard the news report about your shooting right after Rossi called me, and he’s been like this ever since.”
I watched Spencer’s features soften as Aidan continued to cry against me. He reached out for Aidan.
“Give him to me,” he said. “He won’t hurt me, I promise.”
“Okay,” I said, and turned my head to talk to Aidan.
“Aidan, sweetheart, look,” I said. “There’s someone who wants to see you.”
Aidan glanced around with red eyes.
“Hey there, big guy,” Spencer said, reaching for Aidan. My little boy scrambled to get to Spencer, nearly launching himself out of my arms. He collapsed into Spencer.
“TV say you hurt,” Aidan whimpered, burying his face into Spencer’s chest. Spencer held Aidan close, running a hand up and down his back.
“Aidan, I’m sorry you had to see that on TV,” Spencer said. “I did get hurt at work today, but I’m going to be just fine, okay?”
“I was scared.”
“I know, buddy,” Spencer said. “I know. But it’s okay. I promise you, I’m fine. Alright?”
“Okay,” Aidan said. He laid his head on Spencer’s shoulder, and Spencer kissed his head.
“I love you, Daddy.”
Aidan’s voice was so quiet that I almost didn’t hear him. I froze. Spencer and I had never talked about this, and I wasn’t sure what he would do. But Spencer, who never ceases to amaze me, just smiled.
“I love you, too, Aidan,” he said. Aidan looked up at Spencer owlishly.
“It’s okay if you’re my daddy?” my little boy asked.
“Of course,” Spencer answered him, running his fingers through Aidan’s curls. “You can call me whatever you want to, Aidan.”
“I like to call you Daddy.” Spencer smiled at him.
“Then you call me Daddy.”
“Okay. I’m glad you’re okay, Daddy.”
“Me, too, buddy.”
Aidan, exhausted from the whole ordeal, fell asleep pretty quickly against Spencer’s chest. I reached out to run my fingers through Spencer’s hair. Spencer looked over at me with a small smile.
“Hey, love,” I said.
“I hope you’re okay with that,” I said, gesturing to Aidan. “I know we never talked about it, and he kind of sprung it on you.”
“(Y/N), you heard me talk to Aidan,” he said. “I adore him. I adore both of you. And, I know we haven’t really talked about it, but I want to marry you someday, and that means being a father to this little one,” he said. “If he wants me to be Daddy, I’m more than okay with that.” I smiled at him, and then glanced down at the bandage on his leg.
“I have to admit,” I began, “I was pretty scared this afternoon.”
“I know,” Spencer replied. “I knew you would be. I was actually going to call you myself, but I was so tired, and I knew Rossi wouldn’t make it more than it needed to be.”
I leaned forward, pressing a lingering kiss to his temple, fighting back tears. He seemed to sense that, pulling back.
“Hey,” he whispered. “Baby, look at me.” I did, meeting his eyes. “I know how hard this is. I know it doesn’t matter how trivial the wound is. But I promise you, I’m okay.”
“I know. I’ve known all along that something like this could happen, but it was different, actually getting that call, you know?”
Spencer used his free hand to gently swipe a stray tear off of my cheek.
“I do,” he replied. “I know it’s scary, (Y/N), and I’m so sorry you had to deal with that,” he said. “Things like this are bound to happen, but I promise I will always do my best to make it home safe to you and Aidan, okay?”
“Okay,” I breathed, smiling slightly.
“You want to join us?” he asked. I hesitated. “Come on, there’s room for you,” he said. “And you’re not going to hurt me.”
“Okay,” I relented, settling onto the bed and curling into Spencer’s side. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and kissed my head.
“Hey, on the bright side?” he said.
“I’ll have to take some time off to recuperate,” Spencer said. “So I’ll get to be home with my two favorite people.” I smiled.
“I admit, that does sound nice,” I said. “Although it would be nicer if not for the bullet wound.”
“Take it as it comes,” he said, and I laughed, grateful that I had my little family all together, no matter where we were.
I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money (he doesn’t. Have Money) // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better