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erin-bo-berin · 4 years

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The Perfect Home

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This was an anon request for house hunting with Spencer and him talking about future kids. This was the cutest prompt and I loved writing this. It’s a bit shorter but I love how it turned out. Happy reading and happy Spencer feels.

Spencer Reid/Reader

Rating: G (fluff)

Word Count: 1,816

“Spencer, what was wrong with that one?”

“Eh, it just didn’t feel right.”

House hunting was something that was always a chore, but with your boyfriend Spencer in tow it had seemed to become an impossible task.

“Spence, we’ve looked at half a dozen houses and you’ve said almost the exact same thing every time,” you pointed out.

“I know, I know,” he chuckled, as he helped you out of the taxi, in front of the next house you were scheduled to look at.

“So then what’s the issue?” you huffed, following him up the sidewalk of the house.

“I just want it to be perfect.”

He took the key that the real estate agent had given him and opened the front door. Apparently, you had taken too long and the agent had to dash off to an appointment with another client.

Luckily, she was very understanding and had mentioned if you still hadn’t found the right house, she’d work to find you other options to look at. So far, all the houses you had seen had been stunning in your opinion. But then again, you both were going from a small apartment to an actual house.

The ironic thing about the two of you moving wasn’t because you were outgrowing his apartment—although technically you were—but the fact that you no longer had any room for both of your book collections. He had had his own bookshelves when you first moved in and you had added to the collection with your own books. The poor living room now had overflowing bookshelves and stacks of books everywhere you turned.

He had his collection of classics, some in different languages, technical books and lots of books you couldn’t even imagine cracking open without it putting you to sleep. But he loved them and that’s all that mattered.

On the other hand, you had all of your books. From fantasy to thriller, historical fiction to romance, you seemed to have a bit of everything. You typically read more fiction whereas your boyfriend definitely read more non-fiction.

Either way, it made for an impressive library if you did say so yourself.

The door of the house opened into a large foyer with wooden floors, a staircase off to the right and a gorgeous chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

“Wow,” you whispered, amazed.

“Not bad,” Spencer approved.

You sighed, half exasperated, half amused and followed him through into the house.

The foyer led back to the living room, which was huge.

“Now this would be able to fit our numerous bookshelves,” Spencer chuckled, looking around, “See we could put furniture there, the tv there and have bookshelves all the way around both sides of the room against the walls.”

“Okay, I see your point,” you nodded, imagining.

“Come on, the kitchen is through here.”

You followed him into the kitchen, where there was a table off to one side, filled with at least 6 chairs. In the middle of the kitchen, across from the sink was a large island. The stove and microwave was stainless steel, a fridge of the same metal would match it perfectly.

“This would be great to fix breakfasts and have all our kids lined up here where we can keep an eye on them.”

“All of them huh? Just exactly how many are you thinking?” you joked.

You and Spencer had talked about having kids one day. You knew he wanted a big family and you were okay with that. Being from a small family yourself, you liked the idea of having a big family. Just how many though, you hadn’t really discussed yet.

“I don’t know. Five or six,” he said, peering at you to gauge your reaction.

“I think I can handle that. As long as it isn’t all at once.”

“Well I was thinking we could try for twins or triplets,” he smirked.

“Then you’re having those all on your own,” you chuckled, “Twins, maybe. Triplets, definitely not.”

“But imagine it,” he said, “You fixing eggs and bacon, me fixing the coffee, the kids sitting at the island eating happily and chattering. Generally just being angels.”

“Angels? Your kids?” you smirked, moving back towards the hallway.

“Hey, I’m an angel!” he called after you.

You both walked upstairs to check out the bedrooms. You were a bit surprised when you realized it was a 4 bedroom, 3 bath house.

“Spencer, this is huge. Way too big for just us.”

You’d walked into one of the smaller bedrooms, looking around. Even though it was a small room, it was quite spacious.

“I know.”

He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His chin rested on the top of your head.

“It’s a pretty room,” you observed.

There was a window in the middle of the room that spilled sunlight into the room at just the right brightness.

“It would make a great nursery.”

You could hear the smile in his voice as he pulled away from you and walked over to one corner of the room.

“A crib right next to the wall, a rocking chair in the corner, a changing table on the opposite wall from the crib, maybe even a little bookshelf with all the little one’s books.”

You smiled, picturing his vision as well.

“Then there would be a basket for all of little one’s stuffed animals and of course there’d be bunnies, penguins and koalas,” he grinned.

Your boyfriend knew you well, remembering some of your favorite animals.

“What about the other rooms?” you asked curiously.

“Oh just you wait, follow me.”

You walked after him as you entered another room, similar to the first one, but with a slightly different layout.

“In here would be our twins.”

You give him a look.

“Or two closest in age,” he substituted, “There would be bunk beds in here, toys scattered everywhere, their own bookshelves, might I add.”

You chuckled, having to agree. Your future kids would definitely be surrounded by a lot of books just between the two of you.

“Can’t say I disagree.”

“What about the third room?”

“Ah, I’ve already thought about that.”

He walked out of the room, opening the door to the third bedroom. Once again, you followed him.

“Later down the road, this could be the eldest child’s room. With a big kid bed, their own toy chest, a little dresser for their clothes, maybe even a tv as they get older,” he beamed.

“So at this point, where would we put guests?” you laughed, amazed how he was picturing all of this on the spot.

You had to admit though, it was a really nice picture. One you’d like to make a reality someday.

“We have a couch don’t we?” he shrugged.

“Spencer!” you hit his arm playfully, “At least if we end up in a house like this, we’ll still have room for guests for a while. I’m not planning on four or five kids at once.”

“I may be good, but I’m not that good,” he mumbled.

You had to bite your lip to hold back a snort.

The two of you moved to the biggest room, the master bedroom. Connected to it was the master bath.

“Wow,” was all you could seem to say.

If you thought the other rooms were impressive, this was even more so.

There was room enough to fit a queen sized bed. On one side of the room was a built-in fireplace, a small corner nook perfect for a comfy chair to read in.

A window on the opposite side of the room was large and rectangular; it would look great with some pretty curtains that could be swept aside to let in the warm morning light. You were starting to see the appeal that Spencer was.

“Y/N!”

You looked behind you, not even realizing Spencer had disappeared.

“You have to see this bathroom!”

You shook your head, walking into the master bathroom where Spencer stood in amazement. You had to admit, it was definitely impressive. The floor and shower walls were white marble, the shower was a huge walk in with glass doors. Just next to it, was the all white bathroom counter and two sinks. Around a small corner was a jacuzzi bathtub as deep as it was wide.

“Ah jeez, I’m never gonna see you with a bathtub like that,” you commented.

Spencer loved baths, bathtubs, basically anything to do with baths. You didn’t see the appeal, although you weren’t exactly against them. Just seemed like too much work. Although this tub could likely change your mind.

“I doubt that because I’d be bringing you in with me,” he grinned, hugging you from behind again, kissing your cheek.

It amused you to no end how he could be so completely dirty while sounding so innocent.

You both were silent as you looked around for a minute.

“Can you imagine our kids?” he asked.

“I have before, but I definitely think they’d be adorable as long as they look like you,” you answered.

“Um, no. They’ll have their mommy’s eyes, their mommy’s adorable little nose and their mommy’s beauty. They’ll get my wit and intelligence.”

“Spence,” you chuckled, turning around to face him, “Don’t you want a little spitting image of you? The messy, loose curls, your eyes and the cute dimples.”

You could see him blush a little and you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. You couldn’t help but love when he got shy at anyone mentioning his good looks.

“Regardless of what they look like or who they look like, I know I will love them with all my heart. All 50 of them.”

“Fifty?!” Spencer laughed, his eyes crinkling, “I’m not that ambitious, Y/N.”

“I know, I’m just teasing,” you smiled up at him.

He put a hand on your face, stroking your cheek gently with his thumb.

“The reason I want a bigger house…” he trailed off, looking around the gorgeous room.

“Yeah? Why?” you prompted curiously.

“Because I want a family with you.”

“I want that too, you know that,” you agreed, smiling.

“I mean I want to start trying,” he emphasized, his hands moving to rest over your stomach.

You felt your stomach flutter. You had said many times before that you wanted a family and with Spencer, but the fact that it was becoming real filled you with happiness.

“Unless I’m alone on this,” he hesitated.

“No, no!” you shook your head quickly, “I want that too.”

“Yeah? You do?”

He bit his lip, trying to contain his smile, but you could see how happy it made him.

“Yes.”

His lips met yours and he kissed you so sweetly, holding you tightly.

When you pulled away, he took one last look around the room.

“So what do you think of this house?”

You could feel it in your heart.

“It’s perfect.”

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