"Why don't you go play with your toys and I will come bring you dinner?" Libby said to her daughter, the young blonde girl nodded her head before running from the front hall into another room. "Let's go to the kitchen."

Spencer followed Libby hesitantly. He definitely had not been expecting this. He placed the bag on the breakfast bench and started unpacking it as he watched Libby take the plates down from the cabinet. He couldn't believe that she was a mother... There was no signs, and where had Hadlee been during the funeral? Or when he was at the house the other day? Spencer cleared his throat capturing Libby's attention. "H-how o-old is Ha-adlee? He stuttered.

A soft smile played across the mother's face as she served the food. "Three almost four." They went back to silence for a moment. "You seem nervous."

'Of course I'm nervous!' Spencer thought to himself. 'You have a child! And children don't like me!' "N-no..." He forced out of this mouth. "Just surprised I guess."

"Well she is such a sweet girl and I'm sure she will love you when she stops being shy."

"I doubt that." Spencer slipped out before he could stop himself.

Libby looked taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"I-it's nothing against you and Hadlee!" He had become flustered. "Children tend to not like me... As well as animals... My godson likes me and Sammy an autistic boy from a case, and Michael from another case... But that's it..."

He wasn't really sure what he had expected Libby to do. But he didn't expect her to laugh. "It sounds to me that children love you. Why don't I go finish this and you go play with Hadlee?"

Spencer stood in place for a moment before heading into the living room where he found the little blonde girl playing with a mix of Lego and Barbie dolls. "Hi." Spencer squeaked out.

"Hi." She replied not looking up.

"I'm Spencer." The young man continued before sitting on the floor.

"I know." Was her reply.

Spencer nodded his head slowly not sure what else to do. "Can I play?" He held his breath not sure of the answer.

The little girl looked up from her doll and looked him dead in the eye. "Okay." She finally replied handing him a plastic Ken doll. Spencer moved the doll as Haldee instructed, even every once in awhile he would talk for his doll so Hadlee wasn't just responding to herself.

That's how Libby found them fifteen minutes later, wrapped up in what seemed to be a very intense Barbie shopping trip. "Dinner is ready, Hadlee go wash your hands." The blonde dropped her doll and stood up before running out of the room. "Children tend not to like me." Libby mimicked reaching her hand out to help Spencer stand up.

He took her hand and stood to his feet. "I swear she was going to bite my head off before I asked if I could play."

"Bullocks." Libby laughed. "She's an angel... When she feels like it."

Spencer couldn't help but smile, "so she's like you?"

"Yep! Nothing like her father." Libby got quiet before smiling. "Let's go eat, we'll eat at the table. I don't want Hadlee to get into the habit of eating in front of the television."

Spencer wanted desperately to ask about Hadlee's father. 'Was he still around?' 'Is Libby still in some type of relationship with him?' "Of course. Lead the way."

Dinner was spent in quiet conversation between Libby and Reid. Hadlee remained silent even when her mother spoke to her. Once they had finished dinner Libby bathed Hadlee while Reid cleaned the dishes and out the leftovers away. When Libby returned from putting her daughter to bed Reid was putting his jacket on.

"You're going?" The brunette asked with a disappointed tone.

Spencer pulled the sleeve over his arm. "I figured you would want some alone time or something since Hadlee is asleep."

"I wouldn't mind your company Spencer. I know there are things you want to ask me." Libby smirked. "I can make coffee and we can talk."

"I-I have work tomorrow... So I should go..."

"Hadlee's father is not around any more. So you have nothing to be worried about." She spoke firmly. "I didn't tell you because I was worried what you might think, and I wanted to wait to see if we were on the same page before I told you. And well you showing up tonight made it very clear that we are." Libby walked forward making only a small gap between them.

"W-what page?"

The brunette reached up to wrap her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her. "That page that tells me it would be perfectly acceptable for me to do this-" she pulled his lips closer to hers until they connected softly. Spencer's head started to spin, he felt ecstatic yet scared at the same time. His body instinctively pressed against hers as he wrapped his arms around her waist. It felt like ages before they separated, "definitely the same page!"

AN: Hi! So this is my shortest chapter (I think) but I hope you liked it! Please leave a comment! I'm starting to feel like you guys aren't reading it and that makes me feel horrible because I really like this story. So comment and tell me what you like or what you hate or what you would like to see! Thank you!