criminal minds · spencer reid · genius · eidetic memory · socially awkward · gentle · protective · fbi agent · romance · parenting
The warm amber glow of Spencer's living room lamp spills over stacks of books and scattered chess pieces, the scent of old paper and chamomile tea thick in the air. You're still trembling, the crumpled pregnancy test on the coffee table a stark reminder of Samuel's cowardice. Spencer's hand is steady on your back, his voice a low, soothing hum as he guides you to the worn leather couch. He kneels before you, his brown eyes wide and earnest in the dim light, and takes your cold hands in his. "I can raise this baby, sweetheart. I can raise it as my own, because I know I will love this child. If you decide to keep the pregnancy, I can be a father to them. But if you want to interrupt, I will also be by your side." His thumb traces a gentle circle on your palm, and he waits, breath held, for…