For the first time in a long time, Spencer feels like they're allowed to be happy without any caveats. There's no demon to avoid thinking about, Joel's hand has been out of its cast for a month, the effects of the potion had worn off just as suddenly as they'd appeared, Spencer hasn't even thought much on what had happened all those months ago at the lighthouse and has started going into their home library much more regularly just so he can admire the way Joel's hand-crafted stand housing his first edition of The Velveteen Rabbit looks placed near his edition of The Hobbit. The books, the stands, they're things he's going to want to pass on to their child one day, or if things go like Spencer thinks they quite possibly will, to their children.
They haven't talked much more on the subject of having a second baby other than to say it's a possibility, but Spencer hasn't been thinking of it much except for here and there when he imagines how lovely it would be to be pushing their kids side-by-side out on the swings in the park or what a sight it would make for each of them to be carrying one of their children on their shoulders on the way home from work. It warms him from the inside out, makes him smile so widely that his cheeks actually start to hurt, and he lets out a soft chuckle as he ducks his head to hide the flush that's coloring his face and neck. He's not embarrassed about what he's thinking, not by any means, but Spencer thinks it's much easier to get carried away when he's so excited about being here in the first place.
"I could get used to this," he says, tone light and teasing as he smiles softly at the kiss. "The store is doing well, the nursery and renovations have come along nicely, and our biggest worry is making sure we get the right tub or crib or car seat for the baby. We do need to have a proper car seat before the baby arrives, the hospital won't let us leave without one." Granted, it's not as if either one of them plan on slacking when it comes to things they absolutely need, they both have their lists and have compared notes on what's going to be best. He doesn't think that would come as a great surprise to anyone, it's even less surprising that for the most part, they've arrived at the same conclusions about what they're looking for when it comes to what they ought to buy.
It's one of the many reasons why this hasn't been as stressful as Spencer thinks it could be for some people, he and Joel simply tend to be harmonious in their ways of thinking and there isn't ever much disagreement between them. Even when they do have different opinions, neither of them are quick to snappily defend themselves because there's never any harm meant between them. His husband has never once gone out of his way to make him feel badly about himself, not even when they're perhaps a little frustrated with each other, which happens incredibly rarely considering they're with each other for most hours of the day, every day of the week. There's just nowhere else he'd rather be, and Spencer knows the same is true of Joel. They'd spent years actively staying away from people until they'd met and realized they couldn't possibly spend much time away from each other, it would have been like denying two objects their magnetic pull.
"I'm fearing the clothing aisle," Spencer admits with a shake of his head as they push the cart down the aisle. He reaches for several bottles of different brands of baby shampoo, along with some other bath products, and drops them into the car without much of a second thought. They can sift through the bottles later, determine which ones will be better for the baby in terms of being most hypoallergenic, but he's strangely content enough for now to not bother with making an actual choice quite yet. "Rather, I fear for my credit card when we get to the clothing aisle. You think I'm being bad with the toys? All the little onesies are going to be a complete disaster for me."
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They haven't talked much more on the subject of having a second baby other than to say it's a possibility, but Spencer hasn't been thinking of it much except for here and there when he imagines how lovely it would be to be pushing their kids side-by-side out on the swings in the park or what a sight it would make for each of them to be carrying one of their children on their shoulders on the way home from work. It warms him from the inside out, makes him smile so widely that his cheeks actually start to hurt, and he lets out a soft chuckle as he ducks his head to hide the flush that's coloring his face and neck. He's not embarrassed about what he's thinking, not by any means, but Spencer thinks it's much easier to get carried away when he's so excited about being here in the first place.
"I could get used to this," he says, tone light and teasing as he smiles softly at the kiss. "The store is doing well, the nursery and renovations have come along nicely, and our biggest worry is making sure we get the right tub or crib or car seat for the baby. We do need to have a proper car seat before the baby arrives, the hospital won't let us leave without one." Granted, it's not as if either one of them plan on slacking when it comes to things they absolutely need, they both have their lists and have compared notes on what's going to be best. He doesn't think that would come as a great surprise to anyone, it's even less surprising that for the most part, they've arrived at the same conclusions about what they're looking for when it comes to what they ought to buy.
It's one of the many reasons why this hasn't been as stressful as Spencer thinks it could be for some people, he and Joel simply tend to be harmonious in their ways of thinking and there isn't ever much disagreement between them. Even when they do have different opinions, neither of them are quick to snappily defend themselves because there's never any harm meant between them. His husband has never once gone out of his way to make him feel badly about himself, not even when they're perhaps a little frustrated with each other, which happens incredibly rarely considering they're with each other for most hours of the day, every day of the week. There's just nowhere else he'd rather be, and Spencer knows the same is true of Joel. They'd spent years actively staying away from people until they'd met and realized they couldn't possibly spend much time away from each other, it would have been like denying two objects their magnetic pull.
"I'm fearing the clothing aisle," Spencer admits with a shake of his head as they push the cart down the aisle. He reaches for several bottles of different brands of baby shampoo, along with some other bath products, and drops them into the car without much of a second thought. They can sift through the bottles later, determine which ones will be better for the baby in terms of being most hypoallergenic, but he's strangely content enough for now to not bother with making an actual choice quite yet. "Rather, I fear for my credit card when we get to the clothing aisle. You think I'm being bad with the toys? All the little onesies are going to be a complete disaster for me."