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The rich and powerful, they take what they want.
We steal it back for you.
Sometimes bad guys make the best good guys.

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I love this and my little guys. Designing them took FOREVER but TOTALLY WORTH IT!!! All of them have something I am super-proud of. Elliot’s luxurious hair. Hardison’s orange soda. Sophie’s shoes. :DDD

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Automata Graphics: Industrial Neon Factory

Automata Graphics aka Spencer Sterling is a man of many interests having studied architecture & graphic design. He is currently tackling computer science for visual media at university. He creates these hypnotic GIFs as experiments to help him master 3d software & realize his ultimate goal of cutting visuals live the way DJs mix beats.

I started doodling in highschool & got obsessed with extremely intricate black & white patterns. At a certain point, I realized that drawing can only express a small part of what I really wanted to do which is… manipulate 3D animation the same way music is made.

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An anon asked for a Reid fic where the reader is British and he gets turned on by her accent.  The team teases him for it and he eventually has to explain to the reader why he gets so weird whenever she talks.  I love this request, I really hope you like it!  Added in here a classic Spencer Reid Quote, shout out to anyone who can find it!

It gets smutty!  Some fluff ensues at the end, it’s super cute!

UnBeta’d so sorry for any errors, also flood warning!

Originally posted by toyboxboy

“As soon as Agent Y/L/N gets here, we are going to start the briefing,” Hotch said to the team, who were all still sitting around at their desks before disappearing into his office.

“Ready for the new team member, pretty boy?” Derek teased from his seat with a smirk.

“What?” Spencer asked nonchalantly.  He knew Y/N was British.  She’d been in for numerous interviews and when she was in the training field, all the other trainees were talking about the ‘British Bombshell’ that was joining the BAU team.  

“You know what,” Derek replied.

“Does Reid have a thing for accents?” Prentiss asked.  She looked at the genius with playful eyes.

“No, he has a thing for British accents,” JJ said, shaking her head.

“I see,” Emily said with a smirk similar to Derek’s.

“I don’t know if I like the looks on your faces,” Rossi said as he walked up.  After inspecting the teasing smiles of the three agents, he clocked the blush on Reid’s face.  “What’s wrong with you, coffee catching up to you this morning?”

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Such A Sap ~Freaky February~ (S.R)

prompt: Hi, do you think you could write a Spencer Reid smut? Like, he gets jealous of Morgan flirting with the reader cause they’ve been dating for a year or so and has to claim her? You’re an awesome writer, I live for your smut <3

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Word Count: 1.27k

Warning: None(a little long before you reach the smut)

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Wait a second, if the baby was taken into county family services (According to Dr. Cochran’s story.) doesn’t that mean that that baby wasn’t Spencer? Because Spencer was given straight to the Hastings’, Veronica said she was already agreed to be Spencer’s parent along with Peter. Not saying Mary isn’t Spencer’s mom because that is already proven. I am just saying it would be more evidence to back up the twin theory???

I don’t know guys I have fallen down the 100s of theories about Spencer’s twin, and I am into it. 


Series: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Warnings: mentions of emotional abuse

‘Request: can I get protective Reid pls? Like over an abusive ex or something? Thanks’

Well, this request coincided well 😂💕

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Your phone vibrated on the desk beside the case file. The conference room was empty apart from you and Reid so far. You picked it up, glancing at the message before signing and placing it back down.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Reid asked beside you.

“Yeah. It’s just, uhm, remember Y/E/N?” You saw Reid’s jaw clench for a brief second. You took that as a yes. “He keeps texting me saying he misses me lately and that he wants me back.”

“And do you? Want him back, I mean?”

“God, no. He was manipulative and selfish. I told him to piss off after the first string of texts but I’m just ignoring him now.”

“Good. You deserve so much better, Y/N.” Reid muttered under his breath as the rest of the team filled the room and took their places.

“Yesterday in Boston, the bodies of two women were found-”

As you focused on Garcia, Reid stared at you, looking for any traces of stress.

Spencer knew what your ex was like. He was the one who’d hold and comfort you on your bad days while your ex went out and partied and then got upset with you because Reid had his arms around you.

Spencer was there to witness the gas lighting, all the arguments that were Y/E/N’s fault but somehow ended up in you apologising.

Spencer was there when you doubted yourself because your ex made you feel guilty for speaking about something that made you uncomfortable and accused you of just being jealous or clingy or oversensitive.

Spencer was the one who helped you realise that when your ex cheated and ended the relationship, you were lucky. Lucky that you had managed to get out of a relationship that was extremely toxic.

Spencer was the one who helped you to never look back but he never once forgave what your ex had done and was worried that your ex might try to manipulate you back into his arms.


You and the rest of the team stepped out of the elevator after a successful case. You were happy. Spencer had made sure that your mind was off your ex, not that you had time to dwell while dealing with a serial killer.

You grabbed the handle and pulled open the door to the Bull Pen, looking over your shoulder as Morgan told a joke. You stopped in your tracks as your head turned towards your desk.

“Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God.” You held your face in your hand and turned towards the others.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Hotch asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

JJ’s eyes widened as she looked over at your desk. “That’s not…? Is it?”

“God, he cannot just take a hint.” You groaned. Spencer put his arm around you protectively and stared daggers towards Y/E/N who was brazenly leaning against your desk waiting for you.

“Who can’t? JJ, who is that?” Morgan’s voice rose.

“Y/N’s ex. Excuse me.” Spencer cleared his throat and motioned for JJ to take his place before striding across the Bull Pen.

“Care to explain what you’re doing here, Y/E/N?” Spencer crossed his arms.

“Dr Reid. Long time, no see. Listen, I’m just here to show Y/N how sorry I am for the way our relationship ended. I was a jerk, I shouldn’t have cheated. I was drunk and stupid and Y/N didn’t give me sex when I wanted it-”

Spencer landed a punch to your ex’s face that sent him crashing to the ground before crouching down at eye level. “No, you listen. You were emotionally manipulative. You were abusive. You made Y/N feel like shit not only about having normal worries but about herself. She deserves so much better than that, deserves much better than you. You are an asshole. She deserves someone who’s going to give her the world.”

Your ex gave a humourless chuckle, a trail of blood dripping from his nose. “And you think she’s gonna find that with you? The bloke she only views as a best mate.”

Spencer’s jaw clenched as he grabbed your ex and pulled him up. “She doesn’t want you back. Take a hint and stop trying. Don’t go anywhere near her and if I hear that you’ve bothered her again, I will be forced to do something that will have my badge and gun taken away from me. Are we clear?”

Your ex stayed silent.

“Morgan, get him out of here.”

Morgan stepped forward and grabbed a fistful of Y/E/N’s shirt, dragging him out of the building.

Spencer looked at the shock on your face and turned apologetic. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have freaked out like that-”

You cut him off by pulling him into a hug. “Thank you.”


Hellooo. So, I decided to not take a break after all. I figured the best thing to do after a break up is to keep busy so please keep hitting me up with requests, aha :’) Hope y'all are doing well 🌹 x

The Past in the Cross

A/N: An anon request for a fic where the reader has a background similar to Morgan. The team finds out when she gets taken in for questioning (instead of arrested) for something she didn’t do. My choice is that she’s dating Spencer already when the team has to take her in for questioning. 


Ah. Saturday. A day for not doing a damn thing except lounging on the couch and watching movies with Spencer. Both of you had had a long week. Time to relax. 

As soon as the thought left your head, Spencer’s phone rang, and you were convinced that the world was conspiring against you. He undoubtedly had a case. “Why?” you heard him ask whoever was calling him.

Apparently, the answer wasn’t to his satisfaction, because he hung up with a huff and turned to you. “You have to come in with me,” he said. You? You didn’t work with the BAU. You worked at an art installation across town. 

“Why?” you asked confused. 

“Steven Chabon is dead.” You hadn’t heard that name in years. You were hoping to never hear it again for as long as you lived, but apparently that was too much to ask. 

Swallowing hard, you wondered why that mattered anyway. Why did you need to go into the BAU- “He was murdered?” Spencer nodded. “And I’m a suspect?” Your body went cold. You didn’t want to hear the man’s name ever again, what would possibly make anyone think that you’d want to get close enough to him to kill him. 

Spencer rubbed his temple and closed his eyes. “They don’t think you’re a suspect, but we wouldn’t be doing our jobs if we didn’t bring you in to ask you a couple of questions…Morgan’s words not mine.” As you started to shake, Spencer came over to you and wrapped his arms around you. Even in death you couldn’t escape him. All the therapy you’d been through to put that man out of your mind. To work through all he’d put you through, and now it was all going to get unraveled because the bastard had died - had finally gotten what was coming to him. 

“Dammit,” you whispered into Spencer’s chest. “Not again.”


You’d walked into the BAU numerous times before. Going out to lunch with his friends and whatnot. But now you’d end up shaking every time you had to walk into that building. Another thing taken away from you by that bastard, Steven Chabon.

“You never told them about him, right?” you asked. When he shook his head, you guessed that Garcia had pulled up a cursory search of people who might have a vendetta against him. Damn right, you did. But that didn’t mean you were going to kill him. Granted, you wanted him dead, but you weren’t going to kill him.

Spencer kissed your forehead and let you walk inside the interrogation room, promising he’d be there for you when you got out. “I’m sorry to bring you in here, Y/N,” Morgan said. “But your name came up in a search, so I have to ask you some questions.”

“Get on with it, Morgan.” You were never that curt with him, but there was nothing you’d rather be doing less right now than this. 

He swallowed hard, asking how you knew him. “Morgan, is this really necessary?” you asked. “My name came up in a search. You have to know what it was for. Steven Chabon molested me every goddamn day after school in seventh and eighth grade. Every. Damn. Day.”

“I’m so sorry,” he said, shaking his head as he pressed on. He knew what answering these questions must’ve been doing to you, but he had to do his job. “When did you last him?”

As the taste of bile rose in your throat, you remembered the day he was convicted of child molestation and sentenced to 20 years in prison. He only served 11 and must’ve recently been released. “November 14, 2008,” you said flatly. “The day he was sentenced to 20 years for molesting myself and another student, Jenna Mizeski.”

“Can I ask you to take a look at the crime scene?” If he truly thought you were a suspect, he’d wouldn’t have asked. He would’ve just shown you the pictures to gaze your reaction.

Reluctantly, you reached out for the pictures before pulling back. “Is his body in the pictures?” you asked. He nodded. “Good. I want to see him dead.” That took Morgan a little off-guard, but after the original exclamation, you could see that he understood. 

The second you looked at them, you muttered ‘I win’ to yourself, but the feeling of relief that he was dead was short lived. A spray-painting of a Maltese cross was splayed above his head. You wanted to say nothing, but your face betrayed you. “You see something?”

“The cross,” you muttered, barely audible even in the silent room.

“What does it mean?” he asked. “To you.” You were vaguely aware of Morgan’s past with Carl Buford, so you could only imagine that he also had something that reminded him of Carl even though it shouldn’t. It was the same with you and the Maltese cross. 

You could practically taste the copper you were biting your tongue so hard. “It was on his desk,” you breathed. “I would be facing it when he touched me.” You knew his next question was going to be if anyone else knew about the cross. “I don’t know if anyone else but Jenna was molested by him. Me guess would be yes.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” Morgan said. 

You nodded, grateful to be done with this. “Hey Morgan?” He turned around, unsure of what you were about to say. “If this was her, or someone else he hurt that I don’t know about, can I be called to testify on their behalf?”

The answer was yes. And although a man was dead. He knew exactly how you felt. Whoever killed Steven Chabon was a hero in her eyes. Morgan walked out of the room and allowed you to leave. The second you saw Spencer, you started sobbing, collapsing into him as the rest of the team made their way to the round table room. “I’m sorry,” he said, hugging you tighter and rubbing your back. “I’m so, so sorry.”

If it weren’t for Spencer, his reassuring touch at your back, there was no way you’d be standing right now. Spencer was the one part of your life that Chabon hadn’t influenced, and now he’d fucked that up too. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said, reading your thoughts. “I’m with you.”

Secrets And Lies - Two

Reid x Reader

Another three months had gone by since that night in the hotel room. It hadn’t gone down as Y/N had envisioned it, Spencer hadn’t broken it off with her and broken her heart.

Instead he’d gently coaxed out of her the words she’d been so scared of speaking, replying with his own declaration of love and adoration for her.

“So what happens now?” she’d asked.

“I’ll leave Georgia so we can be together, if that’s what you want.”

“Spencer, this isn’t just about what I want. This won’t work if it’s just about me. You have to want this to. Because it’s a big ask for you to hurt the person you’ve been with for so long.”

“But if I don’t hurt her, I’m hurting you. And myself. I want this, I want you. It’s wrong how this has happened, but it has. We have to accept that. We did something wrong and we have to make it right.”

So when he’d crept out of Y/N’s room that morning, it was with a promise that once Georgia arrived home that evening, he’d end things. And that he’d let Y/N know as soon as it was done.

So she waited, all night. For a phone call, a text message, a knock at her door that never came. And by the early hours of the morning she’d convinced herself that their conversation earlier had been a lie, and that Spencer just hadn’t been able to handle letting her down to her face. She berated herself for being so dumb, so stupid. For believing the words of a man that would cheat on his girlfriend. Y/N worked herself into a state and when it was time for work the next morning, she had one hell of a job trying to cover her puffy eyes and dry lips from all of the crying.

She was sure she’d managed it though until a moment on the teams jet. Y/N had gone to the bathroom and when she opened the door to leave, JJ was standing there waiting for her.

“Everything okay?” she asked, her concerned blue eyes searching Y/N’s face.

“Erm yeah. Everything’s fine.”

“Are you sure? You’ve been very quiet this morning and….. Well, you don’t seem yourself right now. If there’s anything you want to talk about, we can you know.”

She very nearly tugged Jennifer into the bathroom with her then, ready to break down and spill all of the details of hers and Spencer’s sordid affair. But she glanced down the aisle and saw Spencer look up from his book, catching her eye.

“Everything’s fine JJ. I just didn’t sleep well last night that’s all.”

The blonde profiler chose to let it go as Y/N moved passed her and back to her seat, avoiding Spencer’s gaze.

Later that night when the team were at their motel, Y/N heard a knock on her door as she was getting ready for bed. Thinking it was JJ coming to pry again, she opened the door to see it was Spencer and immediately tried to close it on him. She wasn’t in the mood for this. Not here, not now. He blocked her move and pushed into the room, closing the door behind him.

“I need to explain,” he said quietly as she looked every where in the room but at him.

“No you don’t, it’s fine. I get it.”

“Y/N……Look at me, please.”

When she didn’t, Spencer crossed the room to her and gently cupped her chin with his hand, turning her face to his.

“I couldn’t do it yesterday. I will do it, I swear it. But I can’t do it right now,” his hazel eyes were full of conflict and emotion and Y/N wanted to pull away from him but found that she wasn’t able to make herself.

“When Georgia came home yesterday, she was a mess. Her Dad called her whilst she was driving home, her Mom died.”


“You see, as much I want to end things with her, I can’t hurt her anymore right now. I need to stay with her until the funeral is over at least, possibly a bit longer. I don’t want to stay with her though but I have to right now, please don’t think that this is an excuse. I can show you the messages from her that she’s sent me today if you don’t believe me.”

Did Y/N really want to be the person who asked for proof of something like that? No. Even though a tiny part inside her head was saying that it wasan excuse, she didn’t think it was. And as much as she wanted to be truly selfish here, she understood Spencer’s reasoning. Georgia was going to need him.

But for how long? Because she needed him too.

“You’re still…. You’re still going to end it. You still want us?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Spencer nodded and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, embracing her and she buried her head into his shirt.

“I still want us. More than you’ll ever know. I just…. I can’t give you a time frame here. I want to say a few weeks, but it could be a month or so. I know it’s a lot to ask but… can you give me that time? Will you wait? I’ll understand if you can’t, it’ll kill me inside but I understand.”

“Spencer, I’ll wait for you. I love you.”

“I love you too. So very much.”

So time passed by, Spencer and Y/N continued their affair behind Georgia’s back, leaving both of them feeling terrible after each brief encounter.

Because Georgia had taken some time off from her job to deal with her grief, that meant that Spencer and Y/N didn’t get much time with each other. A few snatched moments when they were in a motel when out on a case was really all they had, something neither of them liked doing because they were in such close proximity to the team. A phone call here and there at the weekend, text messages which Y/N knew Spencer would delete straight away.

She hated this but she didn’t realise that he hated it even more. She didn’t know the pain he was going through trying to be there for someone he no longer loved, trying to soothe them and to assure them that everything would be okay when he knew that he was going to make everything not okay as soon as he felt able to do it.

Which was another sore point between the two lovers.

Y/N wanted a date, a time limit on how long she’d have to wait. When the first month turn into two months and then stretched to the third, she because increasingly frustrated with Spencer and it showed when they were together. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep this a secret.

Every time her phone sang out Spencer’s ring tone, she answered eagerly, wanting it to be him telling her he’d done it. But it never was.

And whenever she pressed the subject, he’d tell that he loved her but that the time wasn’t right yet; that Georgia was still a mess.

And so she continued to wait, hating herself, hating him, and hating Georgia because she had the one thing that she wanted. Spencer.

Y/N knew the woman wasn’t having an easy time with life currently. She constantly stalked her Facebook and Twitter, and Georgia was regularly leaving messages on her Mom’s Facebook wall telling her how much she missed her.

Still, every time she saw her update it to an activity that included Spencer, she seethed onside.

“Watching the new Dr Who and eating a home cooked steak with the boy. Can always count on him to cheer me up.”

Nope. Nope nope NOPE.

Status’s like that made Y/N want to drive around to Spencer’s apartment to show Georgia just exactly what her boy had been up to. But she didn’t. Because she didn’t want to end this for Spencer. He had to do it.

Later on in the evening when Y/N would be lying in bed, Reid would normally text her. She knew that meant Georgia was asleep. He’d apologise, he knew she checked up on them. And then he’d assure that he loved HER, and that they’d be together soon.

Y/N just felt lost now. She was stuck in limbo. She’d told Spencer that she’d wait, but so far she couldn’t see that he was making any movement towards leaving his partner.
She understood his predicament, but it didn’t make it any easier on her. The last two times they’d managed to spend time with each other she’d ended up sobbing uncontrollably after he’d left.

He shouldn’t be leaving her, he should be staying the night, holding her tight. They should be waking up with each other, spending everyday together.

But they weren’t.

And he just kept asking her to wait.

She couldn’t confide in anyone about this or ask for their advice. Even JJ had stopped asking her if anything was wrong whenever she saw her puffy eyes. Y/N wondered if the team actually suspected anything. No one said anything to them and Y/N thought they did a pretty good job of hiding things when they were at work, but they did work with profilers after all.

They also had to have picked up the fact the Reid hardly mentioned Georgia now unless he was directly asked about her. And whenever he did, Y/N would bury her head in whatever paperwork she had in front of her, trying desperately not to listen.

When the three months stretched into another, Y/N came to a decision. She called him up and made him meet her at a small café they’d discovered together.

“You have three weeks Spencer. Til the end of this month. I can’t wait any longer than that. If you don’t tell her then…. ”

“What, you’ll tell her?” was secretly what Spencer was hoping she’d say. He was too much of a coward to do it himself really. He knew he was dragging this out for far longer than he should. He knew he was hurting Y/N terribly but he just…. Couldn’t. Every time he thought that he was ready to tell Georgia, something would happen. She’d find an old picture of her and her Mom or she’d be reminded of an old memory and she’d start to cry again. And Spencer couldn’t bring himself to add to those tears.

“No. I’m not telling her for you. You have to do that yourself. But if you don’t tell her, I’m gone. I’ve been speaking with Hotch, letting him know that I’m looking into transferring out. He’ll support my application to move. At the end of this month, we all have our two weeks mandatory leave. I’ve rented a cabin by a lake to spend some time either by myself to get over you, or to spend it with you. I’ll be leaving at nine am on the Friday morning. If you’re not waiting at my apartment by nine am, we’re done. And when I return, I’m handing in my transfer papers.”

With that, Y/N stood up and walked away, leaving Spencer sitting shell shocked at the table.

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“I’ll give you a massage.”

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You’d had a long day at work at the hospital. Everyone definitely underestimated nurses and their hard work, you’d worked so hard today and now your whole body ached.

At 11 pm when you finally got home, you threw your keys and bag down and flopped onto your stomach on the couch. Your boyfriend Spencer was sitting at his desk that was on the far side of the room, undoubtedly working on a case. He was wearing a sweatshirt and pajama pants, a simple thing that always made you happy. He looked relaxed when he dressed lazily.

You, however, were still wearing scrubs. You kicked your shoes off with your face still buried in the cushion, a deep sigh escaping your muffled lips.

Spencer stood from his chair and walked over to you with a soft smile. “Tough day?” he asked, nudging you so you’d sit up and he could sit next to you. You did and leaned your head on his shoulder, exhausted. 

“Very long day. My back kills and my whole body is aching,” you explained briefly, you didn’t feel like going into detail about your day. The simple truth was that it was overly crowded with patients, and since a lot of the staff was either sick or on vacation because of the cold weather, you were one of the few who came into work.

Spencer kissed your forehead. “I’ll give you a massage.”

As amazing as that sounded, you didn’t want to make him do it. “You don’t have to, Spence. You worked today too.”

“No, I want to. And no cases came in so I was only there for a few hours anyway.” he insisted, taking your hand to bring you upstairs to bed since you’d probably fall asleep during your massage.

You smiled softly and followed him up the staircase. Once you were in your bedroom, you changed into shorts and one of his t-shirts that was too big. 

You laid on your stomach and rested your head on your crossed arms. Spencer pumped some lotion into his hands and began to knead his hands into your back, trying to work out the tension between your shoulder blades. You didn’t realize how long you’d needed this until it now.

Spencer pulled off your shirt to get better access to your back. You mumbled, “Babe it’s not a big deal, you don’t have to go all out.”

“It’s only us, we’ve got time. Might as well.” he replied. He pressed a chaste kiss to the back of your exposed neck. You smiled lazily into your arms, loving this already.

For nearly half of an hour Spencer massaged your back, legs, arms, shoulders, butt, and neck. You’d fallen asleep after 10 minutes but he continued anyway. He loved you and every part of you, every inch of skin. It felt good for him to do something like this for you because you were very independent and you knew how hard he worked so you never asked him to do this type of thing.

You woke up when he’d stopped. You both crawled under the blankets, you neglecting to put your shirt back on as you cuddled into his side.

“I love you so much. You’re so selfless, you know that?” you said sweetly into his neck.

Spencer smiled tiredly. “I love you too. And, you owe me a massage next week.”


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Little Love — Part 2

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Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Now that the secret of your pregnancy is no longer that, Spencer is given the chance to meet his child, and perchance, rekindle the love lost between yourselves. 

Word count: 1,925

A/N: I had contemplated writing a second part to Little Love, so I was excited to see that someone else wanted another part of it! I hope that you all enjoy it and I would love to hear your feedback! All credit for the GIF goes here

Laying underneath the harsh fluorescent lighting of the ultrasound room, a hint of a smile formed on your lips at the realization that there truly were only three things certain in life.

Taxes, death, and Spencers inevitable tendency to spew more facts than normal when nervous.

“Did you know that in ancient Greece it was believed that a woman’s womb would wonder throughout their bodies at their own accord, essentially wreaking havoc?”

“I can’t say I did,” the crepe paper you laid on top of crinkling slightly as you turned your head to look at where Spencer stood to the left of you, intently studying the graphics of a poster that read ‘Pregnancy And Birth’ in bold letters along the top.

“Hippocrates himself even believed the theory. Some even say he was the one who originated it,” Spencer glanced over his shoulder to where you waited on the exam table, a nervous smirk still etched on his features, before moving on to the next informative poster in the room.

Since entering the doctor’s office alongside you, Spencer had been restless. While waiting for your name to be called, he limited his nerves to bouncing his knee up and down in a rapid manner, but now in the open space of the exam room, he resorted to pacing around aimlessly and reading every pamphlet or poster within sight.

Although, if truth be told, Spencer had been jittery from the moment you asked if he would want to accompany you to your next sonogram appointment.

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