Previously
Spencer leans over Trinity's crib, her eyes locked on Trinity who sleeps soundly, not a care in the world, no idea of the trauma of the last year. Spencer touches her cheek before brushing her hair back from her face as Spencer sniffles. Her beautiful little girl. They've been back in Malibu for seven days now. Seven long days. It feels surreal being alive. She spent so long waiting and planning and preparing for her death that she never thought about what would happen if she lived. Nor did she think about living without Dean in her life. With the guilt in her chest. Sitting there like a weight in her heart. She sniffles again and pulls her hand back from her daughter to let her sleep. She takes a breath and touches something in her pocket as closes her eyes. Time to face the music. She nods to herself and then slowly and quietly closes the door to the nursery and heads towards the stairs. She's nervous. More nervous about this then telling everyone she only had a year to live. Her heart pounds in her chest and she can barely breathe. Tears are already flowing.
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Tony looks up when Spencer shuffles into the living room, he smiles softly at her as she sniffles and moves to him, his arms opening for her to instantly settle against when she sits with him. She looks exhausted, but he knows whys. Her brother is dead. And she feels it's her fault. Kind of is but he'll skim over that. He brushes his fingers up and down her arm as she takes a shaky breath, willing herself not to cry anymore. It's been an emotional week. Sam stayed a couple of days but all they did was fight and snap at each other so he left. Spencer was silent for a few days after that, wouldn't talk to anyone, not even Trinity. But she's better now. Not perfect but better. He kisses her head and holds her close to him before he looks back at the work in his hand. Now they know Spencer is fine, that she's going to live, he's going to get back to work, or his version of working anyway. He has a family to support, he supposes he better start putting in an effort. Map out a legacy for Trinity. Spencer presses her face into his shoulder and takes a deep breath, scenting him almost then she is pulling away, her shoulders shaking slightly. She pulls the sleeves of her dressing robe down and sniffles again.
"Tony" she whispers, he hums a little acknowledges her. "I'm pregnant" he snaps his gaze to her face, his eyes wide.
Now
"What?" Tony asks as his gaze flickers to her stomach. "You're...." he stares at her stomach as she nods. "You're...." he repeats struggling with words. Given how he freaked out the last time it's good he's still sitting there with her. He then stands to pace, okay, he's now starting to freak out a little. Spencer keeps quiet just letting him work it through his system. "You" he then sobers realizing. "You were going to..."
"I know, okay?" she whispers. "I know...but I didn't know" she admits looking up at him. "I didn't know I was...not until about....20 minutes ago" he kneels in front of her. "And I feel terrible, Tony, I was going to die...I was going to die and they would have died with me...and I didn't know" he cups her face in his hands and presses his forehead to hers. "I didn't know..."
"It's okay" he whispers. "It's okay, you're here and they're here" he places his hand on her stomach. "You're okay" he litters her face with little kisses soothing her. "You're okay" he repeats.
"We're having another baby" she admits softly, he nods.
"Yeah" he whispers taking her hand and smiling.
"You're okay with this?" she asks him, he nods.
"You know I wanted..." he starts and then pauses. "Are you?" she nods against his head and he smiles wider. Yeah, they talked about Trinity having siblings. They talked about it when they thought Spencer was going to die but this is different. Now they know she's not, it's more realistic, obviously very realistic. He cups her face and kisses her, breathing her in. He loved her all knocked up and round with his child. This will be slightly different. This time....she's his wife. And they kind of know what they're doing now. Kind of. She smiles against his lips. A real smile. For the first time in more than a week, she is actually smiling.
"Tony" she whispers against his lips, he nods, knowing just what she wants. He nudges her backward grabbing her ankle and pulling her beneath him on the couch, his lips find her neck, her fingers digging into the small of his back, brushing against his back as they slip under his shirt.
"I love you" he whispers nudging under her jaw. "You're a crazy, badass, mamma but...you're mine" he nudges along to her nose. "My badass, mamma" she snorts a little.
"That's not as romantic as you think it is" she counters pulling him closer to her.
"You love it" he comments, she searches his eyes and touches his cheek.
"I love you" she counters, he kisses her, his hand running along her bare thigh to the edge of her thigh. It won't be the first time they've made love on this couch, Spencer does love this couch after all.