"Sylvia please calm down, okay? We don't even know if you are, I just want to make sure."
"Spencer, I can't have a kid—it-it's too dangerous out there. It's going to be miserable if I bring it into this world—"
"Please don't be scared—I promise you that I'm here for you, always. It'll be fine, I-I'll just drive down there and we can go to the clinic." I stammered.
"Forget it, Spencer. Just stay home." She told me through shaky breaths, and I immediately frowned.
"No, I don't want—"
"Spencer, I want to go alone—I-I just—" Sylvia started, her voice shaky as ever. "Don't need you with me."
My heart stung at her words but I didn't fight back. "Okay," I muttered weakly, rubbing my face.
Sylvia sighed heavily, and all I could hear was her heavy breathing on the other end. She was panicking—I was too. Words couldn't explain how desperate I was to just be with her at the moment, because I didn't want her to be alone.
I knew she didn't want me there because she knew I'd make her feel guilty if she wanted to abort it. But I could care less about what she would do with it—because I knew that whatever she did, I would follow because I just loved her too much to let something like this get in the way. But I knew Sylvia wasn't going to believe me that easily.
It was quiet for a while, because I just didn't know what else to say that would make her less scared. If I was with her I would hug, kiss, hold her—I could give her all of that. But right now, I just had no words.
Sylvia finally spoke after a while, her voice crackling. "Spencer?"
"Yes, baby?" I asked her softly.
"You're disappointed, aren't you?" She asked me, and I felt my stomach twist with guilt. "That I don't want kids?"
I pursed my lips together, rubbing my eyes. I knew I was disappointed. Last night when she told me, I couldn't deny the fact that I felt my heart sink a little in my chest. But at this point, my love for Sylvia triumphed anything else—as disappointed as I was, I didn't care. We'd barely just started whatever we had going on, and there was always time for change. I was going to love her no matter what.
"I love you," I said, trying to smile. "I only need you."
"Okay." She whispered, and I knew right away that she didn't believe me.
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SYLVIA CONNELLY.
GROWING UP, I'D ALWAYS
imagined that my life would turn out just like everyone else's. I'd have a husband and kids by age 30-35, I'd be working a job that let me come home every night and I'd spend the weekends off with my family—that was how I hoped things would turn out, but I was wrong.There were times when I wondered how much of a mistake joining the FBI was. Because here I was now, at age 32, with a job that kept me from home all week long. I had no friends except those from work, because I didn't have time for anyone else—and a kind of boyfriend/fling who I wasn't even sure wanted me anymore.
And not now, when I could hear the disappointment in his voice when I told him that I didn't want kids.
But my reason wasn't because 'I wasn't ready,' or because 'work was too busy.' I was in fact more than ready to have kids, and I knew I'd gladly quit my job the moment I had one.
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RUBATOSIS. spencer reid
Romance𝙎𝙔𝙇𝙑𝙄𝘼 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙔 never feels safe. 𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙍 𝙍𝙀𝙄𝘿 is beyond fixing. They hate each other. But what they didn't know was that all along, the one thing they both needed was the other. ❝ the moment I laid my e...
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