A/N: Inspired by Spencer's time capsule video in last night's episode.
Olivia carefully closed the door to her daughter's bedroom. After watching a scary movie at a friend's house, Sienna was having nightmares and kept calling Olivia to her room to check the closet for monsters. She was getting tired of all the walking back and forth, so she hoped that this time Sienna would finally doze off peacefully.
Hearing the sounds coming from the TV, she sighed and began to make her way down the stairs, one hand gripping the railing, the other supporting her very pregnant belly.
"What are you still doing down here? Come to bed," Olivia walked into to the living room, finding Spencer sitting on the couch bent forward with his elbows on his knees.
"Just watching some film," he replied, his eyes glued to the TV. On the screen was their son Jackson's last pee wee football game; children ran in every direction trying to pull flags off each other. Since retiring from the NFL last year, Spencer had been finding new hobbies to fill up his time, and coaching his son's flag football team became a top priority.
"Spencer, they're four years old. Half of them won't even remember what team they're on," Olivia squatted down onto the couch, resting her feet up on the coffee table. She pulled one of his arms back so that she could interlace her fingers with his. When he still didn't turn to look at her, she tugged on his arm.
"I'm sorry, baby," he turned, registering the pout on her face. Leaning forward to kiss her, he was careful not to put too much weight on her stomach.
"Jackson is thrilled that his daddy's the coach. He doesn't care if you win or lose. He just wants to spend time with you."
"I see the potential though," Spencer slouched back onto the couch, turning off the TV.
"The boy can't tell his right from his left," Olivia leaned her head on Spencer's shoulder, "just promise me one thing. Promise, you'll stay calm tomorrow?"
Spencer pulled back, offended, "I'm the definition of calm."
"When it comes to football, you wouldn't know calm if it hit you in the face," Olivia laughed, pulling him back to her.
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The next morning, the family was up bright and early. Spencer loaded the coolers and chairs into the car as Olivia got everyone dressed for the 12 o'clock game.
"You ready, buddy?" Olivia asked as she slipped Jackson's jersey over his head.
Jackson looked down nervously before his eyes slowly met Olivia's. He shook his head slightly.
"What's wrong?" her heart broke watching her son trying trying to climb into her unavailable lap. With two babies inside of her, there wasn't much room left for another to cling onto her. She patted the spot next to her on his bed, "sit next to mommy."
"I wanna stay with you," he leaned his head against her arm, sticking his thumb into his mouth. At four years old, Jackson was still very much mommy's baby. Whenever he felt scared or nervous, he typically grasped onto Olivia.
"You've been waiting all week for this Jax. Daddy will be out there with you, and mommy and SiSi will be cheering you on. C'mon," Olivia pushed herself off the bed, holding her hand out for him to follow.
Out in the driveway, Olivia watched as Spencer got Sienna and Jackson buckled into their carseats. Once they were secure, Spencer eased her into the passenger seat.
They arrived an hour early to the field so that Spencer could set up Olivia's seating area before going to give his pre-game pep talk.
"Remember, calm," she held his face, making sure he was taking in what she was saying.
"Calm," he winked at her before heading to the field. Olivia ogled at her husband's back as he walked away from her, Jackson jogging next to him to keep up.
The first half of the game went by uneventfully, Olivia cheered for her boys while Sienna played with her iPad. Their daughter loved her father, but she could care less about football.
"C'mon Jax, you got this!!" Olivia yelled, encouraging her son. He had managed to pull one flag down, but besides that, she wouldn't place any bets on his NFL career.
"Who's that fine coach on the other team?" she heard a voice behind her.
"I don't know, but he can coach me any time," a second voice responded suggestively.
"Their daddy," Olivia turned around, making her pregnant belly visible to the thirsty women.
"Girl, looks like he already has a team," the first woman's eyes shifted from Olivia to Sienna who absent-mindedly swung her legs, watching her show unaware of the conversation around her.
Narrowing her eyes, Olivia turned back to the game. Pregnancy always made her a bit possessive.
"That's my baby daddy!!" she yelled at Spencer who turned to her with a perplexed look on his face.
After the game, Spencer made his way to the edge of the field where Olivia stood waiting for him, "what was all that baby daddy talk about?"
"Just supporting my man," she shrugged, "you did good out there. Didn't yell at the refs once."
"Would've been better if we won," he grabbed Olivia's hand, walking them over to their belongings.
"I think you may have lost your son to another game," Olivia chuckled as she spotted Jackson kicking around a soccer ball with some of the other kids.
"Maybe, I pushed him a little too much," Spencer sighed, lowering himself into Olivia's chair.
"You still have two more chances," Olivia smiled, nudging his legs open so she could stand between them.
Looking up at her, Spencer lifted her shirt and rubbed his hands on her belly, "maybe instead of playing soothing music for them. We can put headphones against your bump and stream ESPN."
Olivia laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows. Not one to shy away from PDA, he leaned forward to place kisses along her stomach, his hands wrapped around the back of her thighs, scooting her closer. When she looked up to check on Jackson, she happened to make eye contact with the two women who had been sitting behind her. A smirk crept onto her face as she reached to caress the back of Spencer's neck.