Joel's taken his hand, he's pulling gently on it, but Spencer is so stunned that for a moment, he forgets how to do anything. How to move, how to breathe, all he can do is take his free hand and place it over his gaping mouth because nobody--nobody--in his life would ever have thought to do this before. Mostly because nobody in his life has every loved him the way Joel has before. There are tears already on the precipice of spilling down his cheeks, and he tries to keep them at bay but it isn't as if they'd be a bad thing right now. Each one would represent how utterly joyful he is in this moment, how loved he feels, how incredible it is for him to be reminded yet again of just how much his husband adores him. This isn't the sort of thing either of them would be able to pull off for anyone but each other; rather, it isn't the sort of thing they'd bother to pull off because before Spencer had found Joel, the simple fact of his life had been that nobody else was that important.
He knows that sounds awful, it makes him sound like a terrible person, but it's the truth. Spencer Waters had been a man incapable of looking at people and believing he could find love. Spencer Waters-Baker is a man who looks at one person and knows without even the slightest fleeting doubt that he'll never be alone again. Joel has given him this gift, and it's been a little over a year since they'd made plans for their first day, which means it's been about a year and month since Spencer had fallen in love for the very first time. It seems like so much longer because of all they've already been through, some of it horrible but so much more of it the best Spencer has ever known. There's nothing he'd trade about their lives, so long as it would mean they'd always end up back here.
The baby is due so soon, in what feels like it'll be the blink of an eye, the nursery is finished, the renovations making the house look better than Spencer can remember it looking in long, long time; everything will soon be different but at the same time, remain very much the same because just as with all else, Spencer knows he'll be fine with his husband by his side.
"I don't know what to say," he murmurs, dropping his hand down to his chest as he lowers himself onto the loveseat, eyes still wide, but even as he says it the words are already coming. He can't stop looking around the yard, at what Joel has done, at what Joel has managed to accomplished without Spencer having any idea what was going on, and he'd known his husband was up to something--something that couldn't have possibly been less than wonderful, Spencer just hadn't been able to land on what--but this is genuinely breathtaking.
"This is significantly better than being out on the boardwalk with the rest of the town," he continues with a laugh, looking over at Joel, beaming and curling his arm around his husband's as he inches closer to him to rest his head on his shoulder. The movie has to be turned on, the beer and dinner and popcorn need to be brought over to where they're sitting, but Spencer wants to spend just a minute holding onto Joel, onto the one person in this world who could take him from the world of pain he'd experienced just barely a month ago to one of such happiness. It almost seems wrong, how quickly he's been willing to leave what had happened with Roman behind him, and he wonders for a moment whether Davin has been able to do the same; but with Joel, he supposes, anything is possible. From the trip to New York to right here, right now, Spencer has been delirious with contentment, with knowing that through all the bad, there's nothing but good left waiting for him once it's over.
"God, I have the perfect husband." He's said it before, but he means it every time. There's no such thing as perfection, Spencer is aware of this, but he's certain that whatever the closest thing to it is, Joel is exactly that. He presses a kiss to Joel's shoulder then nudges his nose gently against his cheek with an affectionate smile that's reserved only for this man. "This is the best first date I'll ever have been on."
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He knows that sounds awful, it makes him sound like a terrible person, but it's the truth. Spencer Waters had been a man incapable of looking at people and believing he could find love. Spencer Waters-Baker is a man who looks at one person and knows without even the slightest fleeting doubt that he'll never be alone again. Joel has given him this gift, and it's been a little over a year since they'd made plans for their first day, which means it's been about a year and month since Spencer had fallen in love for the very first time. It seems like so much longer because of all they've already been through, some of it horrible but so much more of it the best Spencer has ever known. There's nothing he'd trade about their lives, so long as it would mean they'd always end up back here.
The baby is due so soon, in what feels like it'll be the blink of an eye, the nursery is finished, the renovations making the house look better than Spencer can remember it looking in long, long time; everything will soon be different but at the same time, remain very much the same because just as with all else, Spencer knows he'll be fine with his husband by his side.
"I don't know what to say," he murmurs, dropping his hand down to his chest as he lowers himself onto the loveseat, eyes still wide, but even as he says it the words are already coming. He can't stop looking around the yard, at what Joel has done, at what Joel has managed to accomplished without Spencer having any idea what was going on, and he'd known his husband was up to something--something that couldn't have possibly been less than wonderful, Spencer just hadn't been able to land on what--but this is genuinely breathtaking.
"This is significantly better than being out on the boardwalk with the rest of the town," he continues with a laugh, looking over at Joel, beaming and curling his arm around his husband's as he inches closer to him to rest his head on his shoulder. The movie has to be turned on, the beer and dinner and popcorn need to be brought over to where they're sitting, but Spencer wants to spend just a minute holding onto Joel, onto the one person in this world who could take him from the world of pain he'd experienced just barely a month ago to one of such happiness. It almost seems wrong, how quickly he's been willing to leave what had happened with Roman behind him, and he wonders for a moment whether Davin has been able to do the same; but with Joel, he supposes, anything is possible. From the trip to New York to right here, right now, Spencer has been delirious with contentment, with knowing that through all the bad, there's nothing but good left waiting for him once it's over.
"God, I have the perfect husband." He's said it before, but he means it every time. There's no such thing as perfection, Spencer is aware of this, but he's certain that whatever the closest thing to it is, Joel is exactly that. He presses a kiss to Joel's shoulder then nudges his nose gently against his cheek with an affectionate smile that's reserved only for this man. "This is the best first date I'll ever have been on."