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pairings: stepdad!spencer x reader theme: fluff ; slight hurt to comfort but not really content warnings: pregnancy
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When Spencer married her, he didn’t just gain a wife. He gained a ten-year-old boy named Ollie, a kid with messy hair, bright eyes, and a heart he kept under lock and key. In the beginning, she had been so careful. She held herself tight, her arms crossed like a shield. "It’s not just me you’re dating," she’d told Spencer one night, her voice barely a whisper. "It’s a package deal. You get him, too."
Spencer didn’t hesitate. He just reached out and took her hand. "I know," he said, his voice steady and warm. "That’s the best part." Ollie’s biological father was a ghost, someone who lived in old photos but never in their house. By the time Spencer showed up, Ollie was only three. There was already a quiet, empty space where a dad should have been.
Spencer didn’t try to crash into that space all at once. He just… stayed. He showed up for every game. He learned exactly how Ollie liked his sandwiches cut, what games he loved playing, what brand of chocolate milk tasted good and bad; he learned everything about him.
The first time Ollie called him "dad," Spencer felt as if the world had stopped spinning. It was Ollie’s seventh birthday. The house was a mess of wrapping paper and cake crumbs. Spencer was carrying a tray of juice when Ollie turned to his friends, his face glowing with pride. "That’s my dad," Ollie said, pointing at Spencer like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Spencer froze. His heart did a frantic little dance in his chest. He took a breath, set the juice down, and gave Ollie a quick wink. He acted like nothing had changed, but inside, everything was different. Late that night, after the house went quiet, Spencer sat on the edge of the bed. "He called me Dad," he whispered to the empty room.
She appeared in the doorway, smiling softly. "I heard, darling."
"I didn't correct him," Spencer said, his voice thick, still unable to believe everything that just happened. "Why would you?" she replied with a smile, closing the distance between them and giving him a sweet, sweet kiss.
When Spencer decided to propose, he made sure Ollie was his partner-in-crime. They had secret meetings in the backyard, whispering about the plan. On the big day, Ollie clutched the small velvet box like it was a treasure from a movie. "Don't drop it, buddy," Spencer murmured, his own hands shaking. Ollie just giggled, giving him a silly salute.
When the moment came, Ollie walked up to his mom and held out the ring with both hands. "Will you marry dad, mom?" he asked.
She cried happy tears and pulled them both into a hug that felt like home. But Spencer wasn't finished. He knelt down until he was eye-to-eye with Ollie. He pulled out a small leather bracelet. "Ollie," Spencer said softly. "I wasn't there at the very beginning, but I want to be there for everything else. Will you let me be your dad? Officially?"
Ollie looked at the bracelet, then at Spencer’s face. "But you are my dad!" he said, simply making the couple laugh.
Two years later, the bracelet was worn and soft on Ollie's wrist. But everything changed one Tuesday morning when two pink lines appeared on a plastic stick. "We weren't even trying," she whispered, laughing as Spencer spun her around the kitchen.
"Well, we weren't not trying, either, babe," Spencer teased, pressing his forehead to hers. Not long after, they called Ollie into the living room that afternoon. He came in slowly, dragging his feet.
"Open it, Ols," Spencer said, handing him a small box. Inside was a note: You're going to be a Big Brother.
Ollie stared at it. The silence in the room stretched out, long and heavy. "Oh," Ollie said finally. He gave a small, polite smile. "Cool."
"Cool?" she asked, her heart sinking a little. "Yeah. Cool. Can I go back to my room now?" Before they could answer, he turned and walked away. Spencer found him a few minutes later. Ollie was sitting on his bed, his shoulders slumped, staring at nothing. Spencer sat down next to him and pulled him into a side-hug.
"Hey," Spencer said gently. "You can talk to me."
And just like that, the lock on Ollie's heart broke. He buried his face in Spencer’s shirt and sobbed, his small hands bunching up the fabric.
"I won't be your son anymore," Ollie choked out. Spencer felt like someone had punched him. "What? Ollie, why would you think that?"
"Because you're having a real baby now!" Ollie cried. Spencer pulled him closer, his heart breaking for the boy who felt like a guest in his own home. He tipped Ollie's chin up. "Ollie, look at me. You are my real son. Not 'kind of' or 'almost.' You are the silly little, dinosaur-loving, pineapple-hating kid who made me a father. That never, ever changes."
"Even when the baby comes?" Ollie sniffled. "Especially then," Spencer promised. “Because then I get to tell them how lucky they are to have you as their big brother.”
Ollie sniffled. “Really?”
“Really. My love for you? It’s not something that gets smaller when I share it.” He tapped Ollie’s chest lightly. “It’s big. It just… makes more room.”
Ollie wiped his eyes on his sleeve. "Promise?" lifting his small pinky to his face.
"One hundred percent. Spencer replies, surely, locking his finger with his.
Ollie finally smiled, a real one this time. "Okay," he said. Then, he looked up at Spencer very seriously. "I think we should name the baby Sprinkles." Spencer let out a huge, relieved laugh. "Sprinkles, huh?"
"Yeah," Ollie nodded. "Because sprinkles make everything better." Spencer hugged him one more time, tighter than before. "You know what? I'll put it on the list."