The Baby Files • S.R
Spencer and his wife are making a docuseries for their future child.
pairing: future dad!/husband Spencer x future mom/wife reader
WC: 1.1k
WARNINGS: none really, MAJOR fluff, no use of Y/N, reader is pregnant, they are married (?)
“No, you’re doing it wrong—“
“No, I doubt that I am, actually,”
“Spencer, stop. Touching. It.”
Despite the seemingly straightforward inked instructions to follow on the white paper manual that came with it, the camcorder was much harder to work with than either Spencer or his wife had anticipated and the two of them had spent the better half of a warm Saturday morning bickering on how to set it up and get it properly functioning.
“I’m not even touching it! But, I believe this button right here—“ Spencer argued, hands that were hovering by sides reaching over to almost press a button.
“Wait, wait! It’s on,” She backs up and stares down the camera, eyes squinting in suspicion to whether or not it was seriously recording.
“Is it on?” She turns her head toward her husband, ponytail flicking her face as she does so from the speed of the head movement. Spencer looks equally as suspicious, that crinkle in between his brows giving it away.
“I don’t know,” Mr. Genius is speechless for once. He picks up the recording device and points it at his wife. She’s a soft-focused picture in the frame, squinty eyes and frowning lips and messy Saturday morning hair. The little screen displays a run time, seconds steadily ticking by in white numbers across the top.
“It is on,” his voice is nothing short of relief behind the camera and her shoulders bunched in frustration loosen, a smile gracing her face in the two of their shared alleviation.
“Alright,” she claps her hands in front of her, exhaling softly through her nose.
“Hi, future baby, it’s me, your mom,” she introduces herself, and her hands go to cradle her tummy. Though she hasn’t started showing yet, knowing that he or she, a product of the deepest form of her and Spencer’s love, is being formed in her womb makes her already feel far too maternal.
“You’re in here right now, and although I don’t know who you are yet, I know that I love you already,” On the other end of the camera, Spencer can’t help but smile, feeling the same warmth of love for something that doesn’t even have eyes or feet yet. But it will, and the premise is exceedingly enough.
“I know that you’re gonna make me and your dad so, so proud because you’re gonna be you,” She speaks with such sureness and such passion into the camera.
“And you’re gonna be the coolest little dude ever,” After her little spiel/introduction, hands leave her tummy to reach for the camcorder. Roles reversed now, her behind the camera, the lens pointed at Spencer’s face, she makes a little gasping sound.
“And, oh my goodness, who is this?” She coos into the camera and Spencer looks away very awkwardly, eyes darting all over the room. He wasn’t very good at these sorts of things, even if it was his idea to create a baby video diary.
“Well, I’m glad you asked, future baby, because this handsome creature,” Spencer scoffs, cheeks heating up as he swats at the camera. She sidesteps the swat and readjusts.
“Stop it,” despite his lighthearted protests, she continues.
“This is your dad,” A wave from Spence, awkward, lips pressed into his signature thin lipped smile, and out of frame, soft giggles erupt. He’s barely looking into the lens, more or less keeping his honey-nut eyes behind his glasses on the girl holding the camcorder. If he could put into words on how beautiful she looked, he’d be at a loss (a rarity for him), the closest would be glowing.
“I know, right?” She continues. “We are so lucky, let me tell you,” Her hand appears in frame as she points to Spencer, nails painted in a wide array of different shades of purple and he exhales a laugh, with it, some tension.
“This guy? He’s the bestest person ever, and he’s, like, super smart, so if you ever have any questions,
Dad will have no problem answering them,” Her voice goes from silly to soft with honesty as she introduces Spencer, future dad, properly, wanting their kid to know that he or she were going to have the best dad to walk the Earth. No one is ever truly ready to be a parent, but if anyone was to be a good one, it would be him. She was certain of that fact.
Spencer doesn’t like being in the spotlight for too long though, so he takes the camera from her once again and wraps a lanky arm around her waist, angling the camcorder above them so they are both in frame.
“We are so excited to meet you, and we miss you already,” Spencer speaks as his wife rests her head on his shoulder, nodding along to the words pouring out of his mouth.
“Well, missing someone you have never met isn’t actually possible, it’s really the idea of someone that the mind subconsciously makes—
“Actually, in Russia they call it tocka which literally translates to the spiritual anguish of missing someone or something you’ve never had,“
The info dump will probably make little future baby’s head explode, but she didn’t dare interrupt him. That would be a habit never developed in this household. He had spent his life with people who didn’t appreciate his quirks, and his home would not be one of those places. She presses a kiss to Spencer’s jaw, the closest bit of skin at the moment, and nods once again. Affection would also be something to be proud of, rather than ashamed of.
“So, we miss you already,”
She says, a repeat of his earlier words, a simple reiteration. Spencer’s free hand moves to rest on top of hers that’s lying gently on her belly. They gaze at each other briefly, but words aren’t needed for the look exchanged. It’s nothing short of pure adoration and respect and love. That’s what the household would consist of. This baby would be brought into a world of cherishing.
Future baby wouldn’t have to worry about doors slamming or belittling or being forced to eat food that made them sick, they would have to worry about lipstick stains left on skin for the first day of school and laughing until their cheeks hurt.
“Mommy loves you,” She brings the camera to her lips, an exaggerated mwah sound leaving her mouth and then she nudges Spencer.
“And- and Daddy loves you,” he says, it’s more in a Spencer fashion, reserved, shy, but his eyes tell the story his tone can’t convey properly.
She gives the lens a kiss for him, another over the top mwah (but that’s why he loved her) and clicks the button that ends the recording—
“No, that’s not the right button,”
“What? That’s literally the one you pressed, I saw you,”
“No, it’s this o—“
Though the screen goes black, the amount of love poured into the short video, an introductory if you will, is left lingering, and maybe a few laughs can be taken away as well. But, future baby was already adored, and future baby was already the best thing that happened to the Reid household.
AI-Free Blog, no AI was used in the writing of this.
a/n: maybe I should attend therapy for my parental issues, but why pay when writing Spence as a dad is free??
a/n #2: spring / summer baby fever is no joke
This was loosely based on this edit I saw on TikTok, credits to @edit_inqq!!
