"It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was."

~American poet Anne Sexton

"You ok pretty boy?" Derek asked as they walked out.

"Tired and… I probably should've mentioned this but fake contractions," he sighed.

"Braxton Hicks?" Derek wondered.

"Yeah," Spencer sighed again.

"Are you sure that's all?"

"…I don't know. I just have a strange feeling," Spencer shrugged.

"Strange feeling?"

"Hello Mr. Morgan, Spencer," a rough male voice said.

"…Excuse me Sir?" Derek turned around and saw a man with graying hair.

Derek frowned recognizing him immediately. He instinctively got in front of Spencer shielding him for the worst case scenario. The man raised an eyebrow and frowned he took a step closer but went two back. He knew better than to mess with two FBI agents. Derek glared at him into a staring contest that he would surely win. They man cleared his throat.

"I don't mean to alarm you," he assured.

"I don't care what you mean to do," Derek growled.

"Derek," Spencer placed a hand on his shoulder.

"No Spence this man has done more than enough damage," Derek said not faltering.

"And what damage have I caused?" he asked.

"Please cut the crap," Derek rolled his eyes annoyed.

"Derek seriously," Spencer whispered.

"Have you forgotten?"

"No I haven't but-"

"Case closed," Derek said not looking away from the man.

"Please I just want to talk," the man said gently.

"You had a chance a few years ago now back off Spence is tired," he said.

His brow furrowed and snickered.

"Oh I can see how tired he is carrying your brat around," he said coldly.

That crossed the line for Spencer.

"What the hell!" he shouted.

"Well it's true," he reasoned pointing at his bulging stomach.

"You know nothing about what's going on or about what has happened," Spencer yelled hugging his belly protectively.

"I think I was caught up when you spoke to your mother," he replied.

"You were eavesdropping?" Spencer asked face gone pale.

"Isn't there a better term to describe it? Eavesdropping makes it seem a federal crime," he shrugged.

"Get away from us," Spencer hissed.

"Or what?" the man questioned.

"I just don't understand what you possibly want. I've done everything you've wanted including getting out of your crappy life," Spencer muttered tears brimming.

"I was hoping you weren't going to be so stupid, Spencer. Apparently I was wrong. I thought you were a genius," the man said in an apathetic tone.

"…I-I," Spencer was at a loss for words.

"And I thought you were a better father but that doesn't seem to be the case," Derek pointed out.

"Don't get I involved," he hissed.

"W-well he is now. H-he's t-the father of my baby and therefore my soon to be husband," Spencer said angrily stuttering.

"Pathetic," then man turned around annoyed and in a worse mood than he was before.

"Bye…dad," Spencer called after in the most hateful voice he could muster up.

A/N: I never really like William Reid since he left Spencer. I don't know why but I brought him up because not everything is colorful and happy-go-lucky in real life. Just trying to make it more real I guess. I do say this was really intense after writing it though. Real life experience works sometimes.

Again thanks to everyone and sorry this story is really long! I hope I'm not boring you yet. I was thinking of making it a long story but now I kind of regret it, don't worry I'm still finishing it. Tell me what you think though. Read/review it'll make my day any day. Long A/N I know sorry I'll stop rambling.