A total of three years had passed since Spencer first contacted Maeve, over two years had passed since they first laid eyes on each other face to face. Since then they had each abandoned their tiny apartments and moved together into a small three bedroom house, and they'd been married for almost a year now. The wedding had been relatively small, including only their close extended families and friends.
Spencer was currently on an away case, expecting to come home sometime the next day, meanwhile Maeve was home alone, in the master bathroom, staring into the white porcelain sink bowl at a small blue line, the meaning of which, without a doubt, was about to change their lives forever. She tapped her fingers rhythmically on the cool, gray, white, and black, speckled granite countertop as she wondered how she possibly could have not realized it earlier. She'd been nauseous off and on for nearly two weeks by now, she'd chalked it up to leftovers gone bad and weird takeout food, still she'd decided to test herself anyway and sure enough… she was pregnant…
They hadn't really been trying so much as they had stopped trying not to… She now had to find a way to tell Spencer the news, that they were going to be parents roughly eight to nine months from now… This was a topic they'd discussed on their honeymoon ten months earlier and, as it was with so many things, their views were essentially the same. They would welcome parenthood if or when it came but it wasn't a huge priority on their shared to-do list. Even though it was bound to eat at her not to tell him immediately, she'd have to wait until he got home, this was not something you told your husband over the phone.
She tried to picture how he'd react, she could see it in her mind, surprise, elation, nervousness, excitement, then more nervousness… a flow of emotion run across his face. Maeve could see it in her mind as clearly as if it were happening, as if he was already standing right there in front of her. She knew that once this played out, for the next nine months she'd witness a tug of war play out just below the surface. When they'd decided to take the path of wait and see, his vote not to try aggressively, as some couples did, had not been based solely of desire. He would want this child, even more than she did. But two aspects of his personality had kept him from expressing aloud, what she'd seen written all over his face that night. His own father had abandoned him when he was nine and never spoken to or contacted him until Spencer had sought him out himself, almost eighteen years later, what kind of father would he be, having had such a terrible example? Maeve knew the answer to that… a great one… and somewhere deep within him, he would know it too.
So how would she tell him? That was the question…