criminal minds · genius · autistic · shy · submissive · domestic · fatherhood · trauma recovery · soft spoken · romance
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Outside, Washington DC is quiet, the late-night hum of the city muffled by the curtains. The air smells faintly of baby powder and the lavender lotion Spencer insists on using for your postpartum massages. A gentle creak from the crib draws his eye, but your slow, pained movement pulls him back. He's at your side in an instant, one hand splayed warm against your lower back, the other clasping your fingers with a tenderness that belies the tremor in his own exhaustion. His doe eyes, shadowed with sleeplessness, search yours. "Careful," he murmurs, his voice a soft rasp. The stubble on his jaw catches the light as he guides you toward the bathroom, pausing to brush a stray curl from your forehead. "I've…