"She," Spencer echoes, his gaze drifting past Joel to the doorway as he imagines a little girl with dark, bouncy curls bursting into the room with a squeal of delight while they follow after her. It's not the first time Joel has put a gender to their baby, more experimentally than anything else, just to see if he can predict in some way just by feeling it out; but every time Spencer thinks that he's landed on deciding that he thinks a boy is what he really wants, Joel will make a comment about 'her' and all of a sudden, it's like everything he's been thinking of when he thinks of what they'd do with their son, shifts.
The way they're going to choose to raise their child will remain the same regardless of the gender but sometimes, Spencer gets overly excited about the fact that he'll soon be able to introduce their friends and family and customers to their son or daughter.
At thirty, he still feels like they're quite young to be fathers, though his own mother had gotten pregnant with him when she'd been only twenty-five, fresh out of college after several months of being married to his father. He thinks of the way he'd been at twenty-five, far more socially awkward than he is now but at least happy in the sense that he'd still had his family as his best form of company, and Spencer thinks it's laughable to even suggest that he could have been prepared to have a child at that age. The only reason he feels so confident in being able to raise one now is because his husband gives him the strength to believe that he can take care of more than just himself now. The second he'd vowed to love Joel for the rest of their lives, Spencer had also been promising to take care of him and for the most part, he thinks he's done a satisfactory enough job.
He would have taken on the demon himself if allowed, he would take every headache that comes with every premonition, he'd even take the bruises Joel still bears on his knuckles from defending him against Coop's advances under the spell but what's important in the end is that they protect each other. That's how it's been since the beginning, since the first moment they'd met, and Spencer knows his instinct to keep his husband safe will absolutely spread to their child. It already has, that's a part of why they don't want to know the sex in the first place.
He wants to keep their child from learning what it means to have his or her own opinions and judgment and feelings stripped from them just because society deems it necessary for a girl or boy to fit into a certain mold. That's not the world he wants to give to their child, he doesn't want little Dane or Rose to come home wondering why there are other kids at school asking why they have two fathers when they're supposed to have a dad and mom.
Spencer wants to teach them about love at an early age, wants to teach them that sometimes, love can look like different things to different people but what counts is how pure that love is in their hearts. His love for Joel is the purest thing he's ever known, everlasting and Real, and he reaches out to take his husband's hand and places it on his hip where he knows his tattoo is before shifting his body slightly to reach for the cabinet. It's like auto-pilot at this point, he knows exactly what place to grab for their best whiskey, and he easily pours their drink of choice one-handed from the bottle into two glasses. It's only two fingers' worth, they don't want to get drunk at a baby shower, much less their own; but it'll be enough to give them a reason to stay in here for a bit while everybody in the living room starts to wonder where the future fathers are.
"A toast," he says, grabbing both glasses by their rims and holding them out between him and Joel for his husband to take one. "I'm not very good at these, considering I don't often give them. But to our baby. Our beautiful, perfect baby who's already stolen our hearts. Imagine what she'll do when we finally get to meet her." He pauses, narrowing his eyes. "Him. Either way, we'll be the happiest family this town has ever seen."
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The way they're going to choose to raise their child will remain the same regardless of the gender but sometimes, Spencer gets overly excited about the fact that he'll soon be able to introduce their friends and family and customers to their son or daughter.
At thirty, he still feels like they're quite young to be fathers, though his own mother had gotten pregnant with him when she'd been only twenty-five, fresh out of college after several months of being married to his father. He thinks of the way he'd been at twenty-five, far more socially awkward than he is now but at least happy in the sense that he'd still had his family as his best form of company, and Spencer thinks it's laughable to even suggest that he could have been prepared to have a child at that age. The only reason he feels so confident in being able to raise one now is because his husband gives him the strength to believe that he can take care of more than just himself now. The second he'd vowed to love Joel for the rest of their lives, Spencer had also been promising to take care of him and for the most part, he thinks he's done a satisfactory enough job.
He would have taken on the demon himself if allowed, he would take every headache that comes with every premonition, he'd even take the bruises Joel still bears on his knuckles from defending him against Coop's advances under the spell but what's important in the end is that they protect each other. That's how it's been since the beginning, since the first moment they'd met, and Spencer knows his instinct to keep his husband safe will absolutely spread to their child. It already has, that's a part of why they don't want to know the sex in the first place.
He wants to keep their child from learning what it means to have his or her own opinions and judgment and feelings stripped from them just because society deems it necessary for a girl or boy to fit into a certain mold. That's not the world he wants to give to their child, he doesn't want little Dane or Rose to come home wondering why there are other kids at school asking why they have two fathers when they're supposed to have a dad and mom.
Spencer wants to teach them about love at an early age, wants to teach them that sometimes, love can look like different things to different people but what counts is how pure that love is in their hearts. His love for Joel is the purest thing he's ever known, everlasting and Real, and he reaches out to take his husband's hand and places it on his hip where he knows his tattoo is before shifting his body slightly to reach for the cabinet. It's like auto-pilot at this point, he knows exactly what place to grab for their best whiskey, and he easily pours their drink of choice one-handed from the bottle into two glasses. It's only two fingers' worth, they don't want to get drunk at a baby shower, much less their own; but it'll be enough to give them a reason to stay in here for a bit while everybody in the living room starts to wonder where the future fathers are.
"A toast," he says, grabbing both glasses by their rims and holding them out between him and Joel for his husband to take one. "I'm not very good at these, considering I don't often give them. But to our baby. Our beautiful, perfect baby who's already stolen our hearts. Imagine what she'll do when we finally get to meet her." He pauses, narrowing his eyes. "Him. Either way, we'll be the happiest family this town has ever seen."