A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I hope you like it!
“I don’t see why you’re so opposed to this.” You said, pouring a cup of coffee for your boyfriend.
“Because it’s meeting your parents! It’s a big deal!” Spencer said, throwing his hands up in the air.
“It’s really not. They’ll be fine with you.” You said, holding the cup of coffee out for Spencer.
“Parents are a big part of our lives, Y/N, everything they do from a young age impacts us as we grow and even as adults their opinion still holds big sway, so whatever they think will be important!” Spencer said, obviously starting to freak out.
You really wanted Spencer to meet your parents, though, and no matter what he said, they were going to meet him. In order to put a stop to his rambling, you quickly picked up your phone.
“What are you doing, Y/N?” Spencer asked, noticing what you were doing.
The phone rang for a few beats, and you silently wished that your mom would answer. “Y/N, sweetheart! What can I do for you?” Your mom said, voice coming through the phone.
Spencer, seemingly figuring out who was on the other end, starting frantically shaking his head.
“Hey, Mom.” You said, turning away from Spencer. “I was wondering if sometime this weekend I could come over and introduce you and Dad to my boyfriend, Spencer.”
You heard a thump as Spencer let his head hit the counter.
“Well sure, honey. We’ve been looking forward to meeting him for a while.” Your mom said.
The conversation continued for a few minutes before you ended the call. You turned around to see Spencer with his head still on the counter.
“We have somewhere to be on Saturday night.” You said.
By some stroke of luck-or misfortune, if you were Spencer- he didn’t get called away on a case and were able to go to dinner on Saturday.
You walked up the driveway to your parent’s house, dragging Spencer along behind you. “C’mon, Spence! It’ll be fine!” You said.
“I don’t like this.” He said, planting his feet.
“Ok,” you said, turning around to face him. “I swear it’s not going to be bad, but if it is, we can go right away.”
“Ok.” Spencer said, finally cooperating and coming up the driveway.
Your parents opened the door and greeted you and Spencer both with a hug, before he could protests about his germs.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Spencer!” Your mon said, reaching up and putting her hands on Spencer’s face.
Surprisingly, Spencer went along with your parents and didn’t freak out asking for hand sanitizer.
A few moments later when everyone was sat down for dinner, your dad turned to Spencer. “So what do you do?” He asked.
“I work for the FBI.” Spencer said.
“Very impressive.” Your mom said. “What do you do for the FBI?”
“I’m a profiler, which means my team and I look at a crime scene and try to figure out details about the offender to help local police find them.” Spencer said.
“And what did you go to school for to study that?” Your dad asked. You weren’t the biggest fan of this interrogation that was going on, but there was little you go do to stop it.
“I actually have 3 PhD’s and 3 Ba’s but that’s usually not required.” Spencer said.
There was a beat of silence as your parents took this in.
“Are you some kind of super genius or something?” Your dad asked, kind of joking.
“Dad!” You said, starting to get a little defensive.
“What? I can’t ask the boy a question?” Your dad asked.
“It’s ok.” Spencer said. “I don’t believe that genius can be classified but I do have an IQ of 187 and can read 20,000 words per minute... so yes I am ‘some kind of super genius.’ “
Both of your parents were shocked for a moment, before continuing on with the conversation.
After dinner, you and Spencer were getting ready to make the drive back to your house when your mom pulled you aside.
“I want you to know that we think Spencer is a really good fit for you and we’re sorry if we offended him at all.” Your mom said.
“It’s ok. Spencer doesn’t scare easy.” You said.
The two do you left the house and made your way to the car.
“Do you think it went well?” Spencer asked.
“Yeah.” You responded. “Before we left my mom told me that she thinks you’re a good match for me.”
Spencer smiled. “Do you think you’re a good match for me?” He asked.
“I think you’re the perfect boyfriend.” You said.
Spencer smiled even wider. “I also think you’re the perfect boyfriend.”
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