This is a Spencer x reader fic requested by @221bwinchester. I’m not gonna lie, I totally based this off of a Parks and Rec episode, so I hope I did both shows justice! Please enjoy :)
Spencer is surprised to discover that the two of you are pregnant… with triplets.
“T-t-triplets?” Spencer stuttered incredulously, “A-are you sure?”
“Yes, there’s one baby, two babies, three babies,” The doctor said, pointing at each little blurry blob that was a baby in succession.
“So, doctor, um, what do we do? Like, um, eh-what do we do? I mean, triplets.”
“Well, y/n is going to have to take a break from work for a little while. Avoiding stress and getting a lot of rest will definitely benefit the babies, and I can’t imagine racing around the country catching serial killers is exactly stress-free,”
You snorted out a little laugh at that, “Yeah, no, it’s definitely stressful.” Spencer tensed up beside you, but he grabbed your hand anyway.
“But, Dr. Reid,” The doctor continued, pointing an accusatory finger toward your husband, “I also need you to try to calm y/n down, keep some of the stress off of her, alright?”
“Yep, yep, yep, I can do that. I can definitely do that. I can. Okay. We’ll be fine. I can d-”
“Babe,” You laughed, cutting him off, “You’re rambling again.”
“Right,” He wrapped both hands around yours, “Sorry, not very stressfree, I guess.”
“I’m going to leave the two of you to process this,” The doctor said, “I’ll leave the sonogram up. Just call me in when you’re ready.” And then he stepped out of the small room, leaving you and Spencer to bathe in your shared surprise.
“Spence, what are you thinking?” You asked softly after a few beats.
“This is great,” He breathed out quietly, squeezing your hands beneath his, “It’s amazing!”
“But…?” You asked. You could tell there was something in that big brain of his that he wasn’t sharing, a thought or feeling that scared him, and it was important that he shared this stuff with you, so you pressed it gently.
Spencer smiled because of course you caught him, and he pulled away from you, not out of discontentment, but so that he could pace around the small room.
“It’s just… do you have any idea how much it costs to take care of one baby, let alone three?”
“It’s a lot but-”
“If we multiply all of our future expenses by three, it's… not good considering we both have government salaries and-”
You stopped him with a laugh, “Aren’t I supposed to be the one stressing out? In 9 months I’m going to be pushing three babies out of me.”
Spencer melted into you a little, “I’m sorry, you’re right. I’m supposed to be calming you down, not the other way around.”
“Spencer, I want you to look at me,” You tapped at his chin until his eyes had nowhere to look except into your own, “You’re going to be an amazing father.” He fidgeted, as if about to dispute it, but you knew it was true so you remained steadfast, “I want to hear you say it.”
“I’m going to be a good father,” He mumbled
“Sorry, I can’t hear you. What’s that?”
“I’m going to be a good father.” He said a little louder, more clear, as a small smile poked out at you.
“There you go, now was that so hard?”
Spencer wrapped his arms around your shoulders, resting his chin on the top of your head as he watched the sonogram. He pressed a kiss to your temple, “You’re gonna be an amazing mother, y/n.
“Thank you, Spencer.”
You stayed in silence for a little longer, just contentedly watching the little forms of your blurry future.
“And hey,” Spencer piped up after some time, “If we ever do have trouble, we can dump them on the team and have them help us.”
You snorted out a small laugh at that, lightly swatting at your husband’s chest, “Alright, Spence, I think it’s about time we called the doctor back in here and finished the appointment.”