summary: reader finds out she’s pregnant with spencer’s baby amidst an apocalypse.
cw: pregnancy. no use of y/n but reader uses she/her pronouns. heavy inspiration from the last of us. MDNI.
that was all it took for your entire life to slip out of your grasp and into a whirlwind of uncertainty. you were not someone who did things on a whim, no, every single decision these past two years have been planned on your own accord. it was one of the things that you and spencer had in common, one of the things that brought you together. your desire for a plan, and his hatred of the unknown.
oh, spencer.. what would he think?
you pinched the plastic stick between your fingers as you stared down at it. the lines were still there and as apparent as ever. you held onto a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, you had read it wrong. that if you blinked a few times, it would shrink down to only one line.
it wasn’t like you didn’t want a baby with spencer, but now was really really not the time or place. the infection had been rampant and ushering you and the camp out of every place that you called home, you knew it would happen here too, eventually.
how could you possibly raise a child during this?
and now, you stood outside of garcia’s door, slipping the test into your hoodie pocket as you lifted a hand to knock, only to be met with air instead- and a very giddy penelope.
“i knew i smelt plums!” she exclaimed, pulling you in for a tight hug. she inhaled your scent deeply, letting out a content sigh. “seriously, where do you get your perfume? are you ever going to tell me?” she pouted, pulling out of the hug and holding you by the shoulders.
you couldn’t help but snort. the perfume in question, was actually a body oil made for you by spencer himself. like most things- you weren’t even sure how he did it, you had just mentioned to him once in conversation that plums were your favorite fruit. and spencer being spencer, simply could not do the bare minimum like asking the town’s farmer to plant you a few extra. no, he made sure you felt special. because you were, to him.
“oh you know, i got it from the mall.” you teased, prompting an eye roll from garcia. truth is, the mall had been wiped clean by raiders for years now. all that remained was rotted furniture, overgrown plants and the infected, of course. it was like a spawn point for them.
instead of waiting on a snarky remark, you slipped past penelope and into her cozy living room. the fireplace burned a fresh scent of oakwood, the heat wrapping around you like a pair of arms. you instantly thought of spencer, again.
the door clicked shut as you sunk onto her tan loveseat. everything in her house was scavenged and vintage, just like everybody else’s. but penelope always made sure to give it her touch somehow. fresh pink and yellow tulips sat in a vase on the coffee table alongside some near-withered fashion magazines.
the hum of a coffee machine broke you out of your thoughts, penelope’s voice following suit. “so- not that i don’t enjoy your company sugar, but what prompted this sudden visit today?” she called from the kitchen, mugs clanking as you knew she searched for her favorite one. your stomach churned as reality set back in at her words. you were here for a reason.
penelope finally emerged from the kitchen, placing a snowman mug in front of you as she sat next to you on the couch. she held her zebra print mug in both her hands, leaning back against the armrest as she looked at you expectantly. you eyed the coffee, then her, and before you knew it, you felt your walls begin to come crashing down. and before a single tear could even fall, penelope had her arms around you, rubbing slow circles on your back. “oh honey, what is it?” she asked, concern filling her voice. she stayed in the hug until you finally pulled away, but she stayed close, her hand resting on your knee comfortingly.
you wiped your cheeks, your sleeves now tear stained. you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. you’ve never had to do this before, you’ve never planned this before. at a loss, you slowly pulled the stick from your pocket and sat it on the table in front of you two. penelope watched your every move, her mouth falling agape. “no-“ she said, glancing over at you then back at the test in disbelief.
you just nodded, more tears falling. penelope gasped suddenly, a hand over her mouth. “oh no! honey, i didn’t mean no in a bad way- i was just shocked. please don’t cry!” she hurriedly explained, her hands wiping frantically at your cheeks. you giggled as she wiggled your face around unintentionally, which made her giggle too. “have you told pretty boy?” she said, her tone switching to serious as she moved to hold your hand.
you shook your head, staring down at your interlocked hands. “he’s been out all day with morgan on patrol,” you explained. “when he comes home, he’s always so tired. i don’t want to add to that, pen. i can’t be the reason he stresses.”
penelope scoffed, “sugar, that boy is always stressed. he is a walking nervous system. and this is not something you caused, hun, it takes two to tango.” she smirked with an added wink. you couldn’t help but crack a smile. “listen, all i know is that spencer loves you. whatever horrendous reaction you’re expecting him to have, make it the complete opposite.” she said, giving your hand a squeeze.
before you could respond, the front door swung open and two new voices emerged. “that was genuinely disgusting, and i can’t believe that you didn’t wash your hands.” spencer’s familiar voice said. penelope quickly snatched the test from the table and slipped it back into your jacket pocket. she gave your knee a squeeze, mouthing a few words of encouragement before hopping off the couch.
“hello boys,” she hummed, ushering them further into the house but not before making them remove their shoes and coats. the three of them emerged from the foyer, spencer’s eyes immediately locking on yours. his cheeks burned, and not just from the heat of the fireplace. penelope’s gaze flickered between the two of you before her hands smacked down onto morgan’s shoulders, igniting a groan from him. “sweet cheeks, i need your help on.. computer things!” she said, pushing his much, much larger frame towards the staircase.
morgan’s brows furrowed, “you literally used to be a hacker for over a decade, how could you possibly need my help-“ he was cut off by a shove from penelope. he mumbled under his breath before trudging up the stairs. she shot you a double thumbs up before following behind him- leaving spencer, you, and the secret in your pocket in deafening silence.
spencer slowly rounded the couch, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “i didn’t know you’d be here, sweetheart.” he said, taking a seat next to you. your thighs touched, and you tried to focus on that and not the nausea building in your stomach. he rubbed his hands together in attempt to build up some warmth until they eventually found your untouched mug on the table. he stole a sip, maybe two, before realization hit him. “you haven’t touched your coffee,” he stated, but it was more so spoke as a question.
another thing you and spencer shared, was your love for coffee. him more than you, but you two still had a cup together almost every morning. he made it for you every time, just the way you liked it.
you managed a smile. “it was too hot,” you lied. spencer read right through you despite not commenting on it, he knew you liked your coffee best when it was just done. spencer took another sip before sitting the mug down, his hand sliding over your knee as he leaned back, his eyes on you. “how was patrol?” you asked, avoiding his gaze and instead playing with his fingers that rested on your knee. you knew it was wrong to beat around the bush and that it was just going to become increasingly harder to spill the longer you waited, but it was like you physically couldn’t bring yourself to say it.
like if you said it, it would make it real.
“what’s the matter?” he ignored your question, leaning forward- elbows on his knees, trying to steal your attention. he pressed the back of his hand to your cheek, then your forehead. “do you feel okay? you’re burning up. let me go ask pen if she has a thermomete-“ he stood, but you grabbed his hand. that made him stop in his tracks and drop back onto the couch.
you finally looked at him. concern was evident on his face, his brows were drawn together and his big brown puppy eyes searched your face, waiting for you to talk. “what is it?” he asked again, his voice so gentle and warm.
though you tried to hold them back, the hormones were already getting to you and tears began to trickle down your cheeks before you fell into a full blown sob. “i’m pregnant,” the words rambled out into a jumbled mess. “a-and i’m sorry because i know you’re already so stressed-“ another sob. spencer was quick to react, he engulfed you in his arms with you pressed flush against his chest.
you felt him let out a deep sigh. “thank god,” he said in relief. “i thought you were going to break up with me.” he pulled back, placing a hand over his chest and taking a few- very dramatic, deep breathes.
you fought back a giggle, a smile creeping on your face instead. spencer smiled, too. “a baby with your smile,” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “if anything, i’m lucky not stressed.” he clarified, holding your gaze to ensure how serious he was. his attention then turned to your stomach and he literally dropped to his knees in front of you. “may i?” he asked, his fingers already fiddling with the hem of your sweater. you nodded, and he lifted it up and pressed a soft kiss right above your navel.
“spencer, there’s not even a bump yet.” you giggled at his actions despite finding them so cute. he shook his head, glancing up at you as he littered your stomach all over in kisses. “doesn’t matter,” he mumbled. he suddenly jerked back, your sweater still lifted as his head tilted slightly. “wait, when did we not use..” he trailed off, but you knew what he was asking.
you raised a brow at him. “your birthday.”
this was BARELY proof read so please if you seen any mistakes or inconsistencies- no you didn’t 😏
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