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3? dude needs like 8 kids.

how rude of bencer to not let him wear his biderman shirt ! > :(

good morning, good afternoon or good night depending on the time you see this . Excuse my English, I'm using the translator.I wanted to ask for an imagine about dad Spencer, where his son (Theo/Luca or whatever name you prefer) besides being jealous of his mother (not letting Spencer give him kisses, pushing him so they don't hug, etc.) at his young age He starts calling Spencer "Spencer" instead of "Papa", I think it would be a nice imagine

sorry this is so short <3 loved this req tho!!

hearing your son laugh was easily your favorite sound in the whole world. there was nothing that created a warmth inside of you the way hearing your son laugh did.

however, your feelings were a bit more conflicted when you heard your husband let out a long, “Heeeeyyyy!” You could tell by his tone he was offended. “You guys okay?” You holler, pausing the show you were watching as you folded laundry.

“No!” Spencer yelled, followed by another fit of giggles from your son. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face at the sound. The smile quickly dissipated as you opened the door.

“Mommy!” Your son cheered, quickly running over to hug your legs. Spencer had just finished getting him dressed, but his crooked shirt made you laugh. “Hi, honey,” You cooed at him as you bent down to pick him up.

“Oh, so she gets mommy?” Spencer questioned your son as he moved to start cleaning up his room. He could tell you were confused by his statement based on the way you furrowed your eyebrows. He raised his, giving a ‘watch this’ kind of expression. Spencer moved to your side, attempting to press a kiss to your son’s head. Your son did not appreciate this action, squealing and burying his head into your shoulder to avoid his father’s lips.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sequence of actions. Once your son realized Spencer had move his head away, he removed himself from the nook he’d created of your body. “No, bencer!” He said, glaring at his father. Your jaw dropped as he attempted to pronounce Spencer’s first name. “Luca!” You scolded, shocked at his words.

“See!” Spencer said, defeated. “He’s been like this ALL morning. He just wants you.” He collapsed on the toddler bed as he finished. “Luca,” you cooed again, moving to sit next to Spencer. You two barely fit in the small bed. “You gotta be nice to daddy,” You told him, moving him so that he was sitting between you and Spencer.

Luca didn’t answer, simply shaking his head ‘no’, and moving closer to you.

“I see how it is,” Spencer told Luca as he stood to his full height. “I guess you’ll have to have the breakfast mommy makes.” Spencer shrugged, making his way to the door. You turned your head to Luca, who nuzzled his way to your side. Spencer left the room.

“Why are you being mean to daddy?” You asked, running your hand through his hair. Luca left out an all too adorable huff, “I wanted my biderman shirt.”

I was thinking about the idea of Spencer and his spouse ending up with a handful of kids - may some surprise twins in there - but having them all be the same gender.

Spencer with a brood full of five boys. All wild, crazy-haired, super inquisitive boys who take after their dad in more ways than one. Books all over the house that pertain to whatever subject each particular boy is into at the moment; science experiments for the older ones, dinosaurs and rocket ships for the younger ones. A few of them are super outgoing and athletic, and a few are more shy and introverted - much like Spencer was - and enjoy spending their time reading and learning. Wrestling matches occur in the back yard where they all topple on Spencer until you start to get concerned and tell them to go easy on their dad because he’s not as young as he used to be. Giant LEGO towers and boats and space ships that undoubtedly get stepped on during the day by one of you, which results in a stern reminder that they need to clean up after themselves. His oldest wants to be a doctor, his youngest wants to be a dragon but he’d never tell any of them that they can’t be whatever they want. 

Or, alternately, Spencer with a brood full of five girls. Each one a complete daddy’s girl because, with a dad like Spencer, how could they not be? They have him wrapped around their fingers when it comes to pretty much anything. All super inquisitive as well, with their own set of books everywhere. In addition to the books that help them learn about space or animals, Spencer will never say no when they ask him to read a bedtime story that is full of fantasy and magic. It’s rare for you to find the girls in their own beds at night and, typically, Spencer is sprawled out smack in the middle of his daughters, each girl snuggled up to a different part of him as they sleep in a pile. Though Spencer isn’t a sports guy, he’ll do his best to get them outside and active, whether it be softball or a dance class, or whatever they want; though at least one absolutely refuses to go anywhere near dirt because that would mess up her pretty pink tutu, and she’s a princess so that’s not good. He’s got a few tomboys and a few super girly girls, but he loves them all the same. Though he’s definitely dreading the moment that they start dating…

Protective

[ Protective: Adjective 1. Intended to protect someone or something. 1.1. Having or showing a strong wish to protect someone or something. ]

You sat at the nearest bench you found, Spencer following after you. He looked around, not being pleased by all the people waiting for the underground. Looking at him, you could notice how he shifted sometimes from one side to another, which made you chuckle.

“We love a full train, don’t we?” You joked, although Spencer didn’t find it amusing, and turned his gaze to you.

“We could have just taken a taxi or even our car. This place is crowded, Y/N.” He said, his hand rubbing your 7 months baby bump.

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