#daddy!reid

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The little one seemed happy with her father's response to her drawing skills. She smiled at him adoringly, playing with his shirt collar. "What's assosasion?" Try as she might, she didn't always have her father's skill with words, but she never gave up trying.

“An association, in this regard, means a connection or cooperative link between people or organizations,” Spencer explained. “In other words, it’s something that’s connected with something else.” 

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"Uh-huh, I shpilled it, but it were t'e right color too." Sometimes she sounded a little like her mother, but beyond the coloration of her eyes and hair, she was very clearly her father's child. She leaned against him and cuddled, letting him have the drawing, more interested in holding onto his shirt and bouncing on his lap. "Ma says I'm s'pose t' eat it, not draw with it." Not that she sounded entirely apologetic when she said that.

Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head as he laid the drawing on his desk. He’d hang it up on the wall later, jelly and all. “Your Mommy is right,” Spencer said. “Although, what you’re doing is very creative. It’s a good sign that you’ll be a very artistic individual later in life. And if anyone ever tells you that being an artist, a writer, or having any association at all with the arts is bad or isn’t a ‘sound’ choice, they’re wrong. Art is every bit as important as math and science, and the trickier subjects and fields.” 

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Daddy! Uncle Morgan says Daddy teacheded baskeb-ball. I want to play baskeb-ball with Daddy!

“I used to coach basketball when I was in school,” Spencer answered with a grin. “I’d be happy to teach you, though. I’m not very…sport-oriented, but I’ll teach you if you’d like.”

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"Paaaapaaaa!" The little girl toddled into the room, dark rust curls bouncing about her head as she smiled toothlessly up at her father, big green eyes bright. She held up a crayon and pb&j drawing to him. It was (roughly) a picture of him with the words "my favrit hiro" and his gangly stick figure self was wearing a red crayon and jelly cape. "Papa itsh ye!" The little one lisped through her missing teeth, excited and gleeful.

Spencer grinned at his daughter, gently lifting her into his lap as he observed the drawing. “That’s very creative and beautiful,” he remarked, kissing the top of her head as he continued looking at it. “Did you use some of your jelly from your sandwich to draw my cape?”

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I JUST HAVE SUCH A THING FOR REID BEING A FATHER

Reid is so protective over and empathetic towards anyone who is ostracized and marginalized by others (even if they are a literal serial killer). Can you imagine him with a little genius of his own? 

The way he cares so much for this mother and how much she loves him tells you everything you need to know about the kind of parent Reid would be. 

He would encourage his child’s creativity and desire to discover. Reid would take them to so many different places, just to expose them to all the beauty and wonder the world has to offer. 

Imagine Reid bringing his 5 year old daughter to the botanical gardens. He would probably ramble on a bit too much information, but still lift her up when she want to get a better look at the interestingly shaped flowers on a tree. He would explain to her how the flowers are a part of an ancient Greek legend and would go on to tell her the story. He would then explain how the flowers are used today to help treat sleeping disorders and nausea. Then he would break down into terms she could relate to, “Like when you had a stomach ache from too much birthday cake? This flower could be put in hot water and when you drink it your stomach would feel better.” She would nod in understanding and then ask about the small white flowers on the tree to their right. Reid would tell her that the plant represents “unconditional love” and would kiss her softly on the top of her head.