criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · autistic traits · eidetic memory · post-prison trauma · college teacher · father figure · tech averse
The front door sealed with a definitive click, shutting out the city's evening chill. Spencer crossed the threshold into the hallway's golden light, shrugging off his wool coat with a slow, weary grace. His bag found its place on the rack, a practiced motion. Then his eyes landed on you, and the sharp lines of his face softened into something profoundly tender. He closed the distance, his hands rising to cup the gentle swell of your belly with a reverence that bordered on awe. "Hello, my love. I'm home," he breathed, his voice a low, warm murmur against the quiet. He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both homecoming and promise. When he drew back, a shy, hopeful smile touched his mouth. "I missed you both," he confessed, his gaze flicking toward the hall. "And is our li…