Parents In Training
Spencer and the reader are expecting a baby boy, but Spencer admits to having cold feet. Worried about his future as a father, he confides his deepest fears and seeks comfort from his expectant girlfriend.
Spencer’s eyes flicker over to your beaming face, smiling slightly, before wandering back to the baby catalog.
“Oh, Spence, this is so cute!” You squeak, your index finger landing on a blue and white striped onsie, decorated with anchors and lighthouses. Chuckling slightly, he places a kiss to your temple.
“I like this one too,” He smiles, pointing out the camping themed onsie, covered in little bears and campfires, “Here fold the corner of this page, I don’t want to forget these.”
You smile, folding down the corner and closing the catalog, looking up at him.
“Are you okay? You seem–off.” You state, eyeing him curiously.
“Mm? Oh, I-uh. Y-yeah, I’m fine.” He stumbles over his words, indicating not only that he’s nervous, but that he’s lying through his teeth. Spencer only stutters around you when he’s trying to cover something up, or when he’s nervous. You furrow your brows at him, crossing your arms over your chest, staring at him silently for about thirty seconds. Sighing defeatedly, he looks down at his lap.
“I’m just–I-I’m scared.” He admits, bashfully, causing you to drop your look, raising a tender hand to his cheek.
“Scared? Spencer, what are you scared of?” You inquire, gently forcing him to meet your gaze.
“Well I’ve never really been a Dad before,” He mumbles, his hands fidgeting nervously. Pondering how to respond, you bite your lip a bit, rubbing your thumb over his hand, “I mean, I-I’ve read up on parenting quite frequently, even more frequently since we got pregnant, b-but I mean it’s not like I’ve experienced it for myself. Yesterday I read up on healthy sleeping patterns. This morning while you were asleep I read, ‘Heading Home with your Newborn.’ by Laura A. Jana, and ‘What to Expect the First Year’ by Heidi Murkoff. And I’m just scared, I didn’t have a father figure, Y/N. The closest person I had to a father figure was, Gideon. I don’t know what a Dad is supposed to be like.”
Feeling your heart crumple, you wrap you arms tight around his waist, a few tears slipping from the corners of his eyes.
“Maybe if he hadn’t walked out, and he had shown me what it was like to care for his own son, I wouldn’t have so much to worry about.” He cracks, his tear flow becoming much stronger.
“Spencer, Spence–Listen to me. You’ve already shown me that you’re going to be the single most greatest Daddy in the entire world. You read to our baby boy every single night, and leave recordings for us to listen to every single day while your at work. You pamper his mother like it’s your job, you’ve already filled his bedroom with toys, diapers, and clothes. I promise he’s going to love you just as much as his Mommy does. Because I do you know, with all my heart. Don’t forget how good you are with your Godsons either, because they love Uncle Spence.“
“I love you so much,” He whispers, pulling you closer, “Are you scared too?”
You giggle slightly,
“If he’s anything like you, I’m terrified.”
This earns a scoff from him,
Laughter rumbles through your chest, and you shove him playfully,
“I mean he’s going to be a lady killer.”
“A lady killer? Are you sure I’m his dad?” He laughs, as you shove him playfully off of the couch, “Ow! What was that for? I was kidding!”
Snickering, you climb off of the couch, sitting on his stomach.
“I am scared, you know. But they say that the parental instinct kicks in as soon as your baby is in your arms. I hope I can be as good as a parent as my Mother and Father.” You add, thoughtfully.
“I just can’t wait to meet you, I’ll do my best to be the best Daddy there is, and take care of your Mommy and all your future siblings.” He chuckles, nuzzling his nose against your protruding belly button.
“How many do you want?” You inquire, running your fingers through his soft, brown locks.
“Seventy-six.” He laughs, as you roll your eyes playfully, leaning down to kiss him.
“I love you, you dork.”
“I love you too, Y/N.”