CHAPTER NINETY-THREE: ROCK IN THE ROAD !

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THESE LAST FEW WEEKS WERE GOING BY FAST IN THE REID-WILLOWS FAMILY. After visiting Diana and Houston and seeing how she couldn't have been doing well there, Spencer had ultimately decided she'd be moving in with them.

Of course, he acted as if he still lived alone because Casey had no say in it, despite thinking it'd be a bad idea. They were already stressed with work and Christopher, that adding Diana living with them into the mix would be a huge adjustment. Of course, Casey loved Diana, she was the closest thing she had to a mother but now just wasn't the right time and with her schizophrenia and Alzheimer's, you'd think Spencer would have some sense in what he's doing. But he didn't, surprisingly.

So, Spencer was in the extra guest room near the living room and he was currently cleaning out the room. He'd been spending days clearing it all out for her. She'd be moving in about a couple of weeks so the doctors could give Diana some time to adjust to the changes as well as Casey and Spencer with their son.

          Casey had been playing with Christopher and his toys for a while before she went to go and see how Spencer was doing on the room.

          Spencer had known what Casey's thoughts had been on all of this and frankly, liked hold a grudge against her for it. He didn't quite understand her side of the story and to Casey, it felt like he didn't want to. He only wanted to see once side, which was his own.

           Ever since Spencer talked to Diana's doctors about bringing her home, Casey and Spencer were getting in even more fights. And without work to distract them, they let their anger build up over time to the point of no return. Now, Spencer and Casey barely said a word to one another since returning from Houston and settled for the normal small talk — which had already been plenty enough for them.

          Casey stood in the doorway as Spencer had been setting the blanket down on the mattress. He'd done a lot already. Casey softly knocked on the doorframe, causing Spencer to turn around to see his wife standing there. Casey leaned on the doorframe and spoke, "Hey."

          Hoping that maybe he'd say something back that wouldn't have been snarky, Casey had hoped that they could push aside their differences for just a second so they could actually have a conversation. "Hey." Casey expected his words to be filled with venom, but to her surprise, they weren't. Spencer's words actually sounded calm.

         Casey looked around. "What are you doing?" She asked and Spencer watched as she lingered, wondering why she was continuing to speak to him in spite of them only saying like three words to one another in the entire day.

          "Finishing the set up. I'm almost done, I just have to take some boxes out and it'll be good." Spencer explained as he went around the other side of the bed and flatten out the blanket on the other side like he did with the previous side and Casey took a step in the room as she looked down at the bed as he flattened it all out.

           As they both made eye contact, their eyes said a lot even when their mouths didn't. "I know you don't care but... I do want you to know that I'm grateful for this. For her to be here with me. I know it's a big adjustment for all of us." He didn't even let Casey think about it. He acted on it before even consulting it with her.

          Casey sighed, not wanting there to be an argument but she knew when they argued, it's because Casey spoke about how she was feeling and Spencer would twist her words around and make it sound like she was the bad guy. She was noticing him do that often and sometimes, since she loved him so much, let him win the arguments. She always assumed that maybe he did have a valid point of doing what he did and just pushed her feelings aside, apologized and they continued about their day. So, here she was. Doing it again.

        "I never said I didn't care. I just wanna know that you're... that we're... making the right decision here." Even if there it's not a 'we' in this. "And I don't wanna fight with you, that's not what I'm trying to do here."

         Spencer nodded and realized what Casey was saying here. He didn't want an argument either. In fact, he was tired of fighting with her all the time now. "You're right," He told. "I'm sorry."

           For a minute, Casey didn't believe the words coming out of Spencer's mouth. She figured that maybe he'd drag it out and it would cause Casey to walk out of the room and pretend it never happened. There were few times where Spencer would do that and she silently thanked the gods that this was one of those times where it did happen.

Spencer approached his wife closer, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Casey looked down and realized something. She hadn't heard Christopher playing in his room anymore.

Her eyebrows furrowed and pulled away from Spencer. "What?" Spencer asked, wondering if maybe he did something wrong. Casey looked towards the door and muttered, "It's quiet."

Spencer furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?" He questions. "Too quiet," Casey stated. "Something's not right." She exited the room with Spencer trailing after her. "What do you mean? Casey." He called.

Casey rushed over to Christopher's room, hoping that maybe if she peeked in, it would all be in her head and Christopher would be playing in his room. But that's not what she saw. Instead, Casey had seen her son thrashing on the ground, his nose bleeding out of both nostrils and shaking around.

"Oh, my God!" Casey cried and Spencer had immediately rushed in the room to lay Chris on his side. Casey froze, everything going mute as she watched her son shaking on the ground. She had no idea what to do. She left the room for one second only and then this happened. Spencer had been a pro, remembering everything the doctors told him if this happened at home.

Spencer looks over at his wife at the doorway, frozen. "Call 911." He tells and that's enough for Casey to snap out of her frozen state and to thaw out of it by getting her phone and calling for an ambulance.

The ambulance came to get Christopher and every five minutes, he was having a seizure. Spencer had gone with Christopher in the ambulance while Casey had taken their car there and she had arrived right at the right time.

Within the hour, Christopher was given the antibiotics Spencer told the doctors that he needed and refused to leave his side until he knew he was okay. Casey hated seeing her son in this state. Eventually, they were told to leave the room because a doctor wanted to speak to them.

Before they both left the room, Casey had reached for Spencer's hand and reached for hers back because no matter if they had their own issues, Christopher always came first. They walked out of the room and the doctor told them to take a seat in the chairs outside of the room as she stood in the front of them.

"Dr. Reid, Ms. Willows, how long has your son been experiencing seizures?" The doctor asks as she gets her clipboard ready and Spencer and Casey look at one another. "For about almost a year now." Spencer answered.

"And you've been told that he has status epilepticus? And taking him to treatments?" The doctor asks and the couple nod.

The doctor had a sorrowful expression she was trying to suppress but dealing with profiler parents, they knew better. "Uh, I ran some tests for Christopher and my colleagues and I looked them over and I just—" The woman looked like she could break the news to them, but it was her job to.

"There is no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to say it. We... we discovered that your son has acute myeloid leukemia." The woman tells somberly.

Casey's eyes water up and she feels like a gun off has gone off right next to her ear and she's lost her hearing. She feels numb after what she's heard. They had done anything everything to prevent this from happening to him. Casey felt like she failed her son. It was her job to love him and protect him for the pain of the world but the world blew up in her face.

But to Spencer, he felt like he failed his son. He promised him he wouldn't let this happen. He'd take him to every appointment, to every trial to prevent him from getting worse and this was like a laugh in the face from God. Kicked him while he was still down. He sniffled and looked up at the doctor before him.

"What does-What does that mean?" Spencer questioned, as if he didn't hear a word that came out of the doctor's mouth. "Dr. Reid, your son has been diagnosed with cancer." The doctor stated. "It's in the early stages so we may be able to cure it before—"

"Well, then, cure it," Spencer interrupted. "Give him chemotherapy, he needs it." Here he was, making decisions without consulting his wife — again.

"Dr. Reid..."
"Spence—"

"I'm sorry, but I would like a second opinion on this. Because I've brought him to every single doctor's appointment and they would've told us if something was wrong." Spencer told.

"Spencer—"

"A seizure that lasts longer than 5 minutes, or having more than 1 seizure within a 5 minutes period, without returning to a normal level of consciousness between episodes is called status epilepticus. This is a medical emergency that may lead to permanent brain damage or death. It doesn't... lead to... cancer. You've got it all wrong." Spencer tells and released his grip from his wife's hand as he stands up. "Excuse me."

Casey stood up as he walked away, calling for him but he kept walking. "Spencer. Spencer!" He didn't even turn back. Casey looked back at the doctor and sighed, "I'm—I'm sorry. He's been a little on-edge lately."

The woman looked back at her son in his hospital bed and all of a sudden, felt like she failed him all over again. "Is there anything we can do?"

The doctor had Casey sit back down again and she sat right next to her. "I know this is difficult news to process for you, Miss Willows. It is terrifying for a parent to hear about their child having cancer. But the best thing you can do is be there for Christopher, treat things like they are normal. He's gonna need both of you." Casey sniffles next, looking back at her son in his room. "I don't know what to do." She admits. "How do I handle this? I don't know how to handle this."

"Not alone," The doctor tells. "Is there someone that can stay with Christopher for the night?" Casey thinks for a moment, "Um, probably my sister."

"Have her stay with Christopher for the night. You and Dr. Reid may need time to discuss plans and what will be next for Christopher regarding treatment." The doctor tells and for a minute, Casey disregards what she said because all she wants to do is stay with Christopher but she knows her and Spencer need to talk about this.

           They need to be rational adults, they need to not fight and they need to talk about Christopher together instead of making plans to "fix" him. And she knows this isn't gonna be an easy conversation.

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          Casey called both Leah and Isaac and told them what was going on. They express their love for Casey and Spencer and agree to go and watch him for the night. They both know about the marital problems they've currently been having and know they need to eventually talk it out.

          Casey drove both her and Spencer home in utter silence, nothing was said at all. And when they arrived back at the apartment complex, Spencer practically jumped out of the car before Casey could even put it in park.

           And for a few hours, they were at home, in separate rooms, dealing with their supposed grief of their son. They both failed them and blamed not only themselves but the other for many reasons. Spencer was sitting on the couch, head in his hands, holding back his tears and Casey was in their bedroom, on the bed, bawling her eyes out. Spencer heard her cry loudly for those few hours until that final hour, she finally stopped. Spencer stayed in his same spot on the couch, leaning back on the couch every so often when his back started to hurt.

           Eventually, Casey came out of the room. Spencer noticed she changed into her pajamas. Some gray sweatpants and a beige cardigan Spencer knew was his since it was swimming on her. He noticed her white top under the cardigan, covering up her chest since the cardigan kept slipping off her shoulder.

          Casey stood there for a moment, waiting for Spencer to say something. Anything about the situation. About Christopher. Maybe even about her. Just something so she doesn't feel like she's going crazy. But all Spencer could do was stare and then he eventually looked at the ground and Casey knew he had nothing to say.

           The woman sighed and clapped her hands on the side of her thighs. "Well, I don't know about you... but I need a drink." She spoke in a normal tone, like she hadn't been crying for hours. She headed towards the kitchen and grabbed one of the glasses and pulled down the half-full bottle of vodka and put it on the counter.

          Casey hears Spencer scoff. "That was expected." He spoke so lowly but Casey still heard what he said once she finished opening the cap to the bottle and began to pour it in her glass. She looked at Spencer in confusion and put the bottle down. "What's that supposed to mean?" She questions in a stern tone.

        "Well, when you're this upset — you either get extremely lethargic or you have a quench of thirst and your drink of choice is always vodka when you're stressed." Spencer pointed out. Casey almost didn't notice it but it was true. Every time she was stressed, she grabbed the bottle of vodka and drank a glass or two.

       "What, you're saying I have a problem?" Casey questioned.
        Spencer sighed, knowing what he just did. "No, I'm not saying that—"
       "Sounds like you're implying it." Casey interrupts.

       "I'm not," Spencer told. "Just... forget I said anything." He looked down and Casey huffed as she decided to drink from the glass and topped it off again.

       Casey looked down at her glass, running the rim around the glass with her index finger. "You know what? Maybe it's a good thing Christopher has leukemia." She spoke, causing Spencer to look at his wife over his shoulder in disbelief of her words.

      "Why would you say that?" Spencer questioned with a pained expression on his face.

       "Because... maybe we don't have to have to worry about him getting my genetics in drinking or getting addicted to heroin or going to prison like his grandfather. Maybe he won't get schizophrenia or become a deadbeat or I don't know, get Alzheimer's, since everything's so genetic in our family." Casey snapped, throwing an old dish laying around in the sink, nearly breaking the plate.

       Spencer stood up finally, wondering what his wife's problem was. "What's gotten into you?" He questioned. "You!" Casey yelled, facing her husband. "You put so many of these thoughts in my head and so many worries that our kid was gonna turn out just like us but it got worse because now, he has cancer!"

       "There you go, blaming me like you always do." Spencer stated. "Because you don't have your own faults, right?"

        "Screw you." Casey told, drinking from her glass. "'Screw me?' Screw me? Miss I-Don't-Have-Any-Problems?" Spencer taunted and Casey threw her arms up in the air, throwing a confused expression towards Spencer. "What problems do I have that are sufficient to this conversation right now?"

        "You know what?" Spencer shook his head. "I'm not arguing with you right now. Maybe-Maybe you should leave." Casey scoffed at Spencer. "You're gonna kick me out of my own home?"

       "It was my home before it was yours." Spencer spoke and Casey couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. "Fine, I didn't wanna live here in the first place anyways, in fact — you insisted on me moving in here when I got shot. I didn't need to do that crap." Casey reminded Spencer.

      "Then, why did you do it?" Spencer questioned, raising his voice. "For you, you asshole!" Casey yelled. "I do almost everything for you! Because everything is always about you! And what you want! And you know what? Sometimes it makes me wanna ram my head through a damn wall!"

       Spencer looked at his wife. "Oh, did that feel good? Let your father out some more."
      "Screw you!" Casey shouted.

       "Is there anything else you can say? Oh, no, well, I focus too much on my own problems and you don't even know what yours are because of how much alcohol you drink." Spencer jabbed and Casey shook her head at the words coming out of his mouth.

       "This is not about my drinking! I don't even drink that much! You make me sound like an alcoholic!" Casey knew this was more than just about her drinking.

       "Oh, yes, it is! It is about your drinking. At any bad chance in your life, you resort to drinking. It's all you do.
You're addicted, just like your mom with heroin." Casey stared at his Spencer with hate. How dare he say that? He crossed his arms and sneered. "Like mother, like daughter, right?"

        If there were hitting where it hurts, Casey decided to do the same thing. "Spencer, I'm warning you, do not go down that route with me." Casey pointed a threatening finger to her husband. "Unless you want me to bring up the fact that I still have a dad to talk to and you don't."

        "Oh, you don't have any problems, right? You have a perfect little family? Look in front of you, Casey, you're surrounded by problems! What about me?" Spencer questioned.

       "What did I just say?!" Casey questioned. "It's always about you and your stupid problems and your vendetta of mommy issues!"
        "Do not bring up my mother!" Spencer told.
        "You brought up mine!" Casey argued. "Where's the lie?"

         "You make almost everything about yourself! Your mother getting even sicker, boo-hoo. Your father leaving you, fantastic! And then there was Gideon, my uncle, then you went ahead and made that all about you! I carried Christopher in my stomach for nine months! This is something I get to be upset about."

        "Well, at least I don't lie to myself. And I don't lie to others." Spencer spoke calmly with venom filled in his voice. "What's that supposed to mean?" Casey questioned. "You lie to me. All the time." Spencer told and Casey scoffed, "Please." She began to pour another glass of vodka.

        "You do!" Spencer stated. "See, you don't even want to admit it because you've always been scared of facing reality and reality is too much for you to handle, right?"

        "Oh, go to hell, Mr. Magic." Casey noted as she drank from her glass again. "And there you go, drinking again. You have an addiction and you can't even admit it to yourself." Spencer said.

       "Oh, you would know all about that," Casey chuckled and stared him in the eyes as she spoke, "Tell me, did you think of this before or after you shot your arm up with dilaudid?!"

        Everything went silent after that. Spencer paused finally and his eyes blinked numerous times and Casey had realized she had hit him right where it hurt. And once she realized, she was immediately filled with guilt for saying it. She closed her eyes and looked down, shame filling her for saying that to him. She promised that even in arguments she'd never bring that up. But with him bringing up her drinking, she just said what was on her mind and came to regret it almost immediately. Now, no one said anything.

       Casey finally had the courage to look at Spencer as he zoned out in space and he couldn't believe what just happened. A big fight between the two, using their flaws against one another all because they were angry and hurt. That wasn't them. That wasn't what they did.

       "I'm sorry." Casey practically whispered as her eyes filled with tears. She slowly made her way over to him. "I'm s- That wasn't fair. I'm sorry."

        Because Casey could grab him and hold him and hoping that would fix the little bit of dignity the other had, Spencer pushed away and began to head towards the front door.

       "Where are you going?" Casey questioned, Spencer noticing her words sounding more sincere than hurtful like they were a minute ago. Spencer opened the door and said, "Out." Casey called one last time before he left, "Spencer."

       Spencer had slammed the door behind him, leaving Casey to her own devices, with her regret and guilt. She hurt Spencer. Spencer hurt her. Casey had crumbled to the ground on her knees, sobbing loudly and whispering, "I'm sorry. I'm so stupid. I'm sorry. I'm so stupid."

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         At the BAU, the team had finished up a paperwork day and JJ was the last in the office, admiring her photo of her two boys on her desk before packing up. Her cell phone rang and she had assumed it was Will but she checked the caller ID and saw that Case❤️ was calling.

        Confused, she answered the phone. "Hello?" She asked and immediately, she could hear Casey's incoherent sobs and she could only make out a few words. "Spencer... stupid... fight... stupid... hurt him so bad... stupid... he left... won't forgive me..."

       "Whoa. Casey, slow down. What's going on?" JJ had tried to calm Casey down to the best of her ability and got her to explain that her and Spencer had a really bad fight and he left and wasn't answering her calls.

        JJ called Will and told her she'd be late coming home tonight because she was going to go and see Casey after a fight with Spencer. Will understood and JJ had headed down to their apartment.

        As this happened, Spencer had walked to the only place he knew he was always welcome at. He walked up the porch to the house and knocked on the door. Derek Morgan opened the door and to his surprise, it was Spencer Reid.

      "Kid. Hey." Morgan greeted happily but as soon as he noticed Spencer with tear-filled eyes and a pained expression on his face and the fact that Casey wasn't with him, he knew something was up. "What's wrong?"

       "Can I come in?" Spencer asked and of course, Morgan nodded, standing off to the side for him to come in. "Yeah."

Back at Spencer's and Casey's apartment, JJ had gotten Casey some water to calm her down a bit. Casey sat on the couch, rehashing every detail of the fight to JJ. Her eyes were stained with tears but she was more calmed down since JJ called her.

JJ sat on the couch next to Casey and leaned forward as she let Casey vent. "We never get in fights. I mean, we never do. Not ones like those anyways. I just can't believe I said that to him."

"Case, it's okay." JJ assured, putting a comforting hand on Casey's thigh. "It was a slip. I'm sure you didn't mean it."
"But I said it," Casey stated. "He's never gonna forgive me. And he has the right to. I-I wouldn't forgive me either."

"Casey," JJ spoke. "When couples get into fights, they say a lot of things they don't mean and he said a lot of stuff he didn't mean either. It's not just you." Casey sighed, "What do I do?" She asks. "I hate myself for what I said to him. So, what do I do? He won't answer my calls or my my texts. He doesn't wanna talk to me."

"The best thing you can do for him for him right now is give him some space. You have both dealt with a lot today. And you both unleashed it in a way you may have needed to let out. Trust me, we've noticed the tension." JJ told. Casey nods, of course, the team noticed. "Just give him some time."

"Can you stay the night?" Casey asked and JJ nods at the woman, "Of course."

Meanwhile, Spencer was over at the Morgan residence. He was lucky enough that it was seven o'clock and they were ready to put Hank to bed when he got there. Savannah had been taking care of that while Morgan put on a fresh pot of coffee for Spencer despite it being nighttime.

As Morgan did this, Spencer had been explaining what happened between him and Casey. "And I just yelled at her. I don't yell at her. That's not what I do. I threw her flaws right back into her face. I know I was terrible for that." Spencer told.

Morgan walked over to the table with a fresh cup of coffee for himself and Spencer. "People get in fights. They say things they don't mean." Morgan assures.

"I know, but... it's Casey and I. We never get in fights. Not ones like those." Spencer told. "I feel... bad about what I was saying. And what she said hurt too. I never thought we'd be that couple that would hit each other where it hurts. I screwed up, Morgan. I screwed up bad. I've been screwing up a lot with her lately."

Morgan could tell Spencer was worked up from all of this emotional turmoil with his son and his mother and Casey. It looked like he hadn't slept in days due to stress. And when Spencer told him how much him and Casey had been fighting, he was sad. He never saw them in that way and he never wanted to.

"That's marriage, kid. You guys are gonna have fights. It doesn't mean you don't love each other. You and Casey make it work. But from what it sounds like, I think you owe her a bit of an apology. She owes you one, too, don't think she doesn't. But you owe her that. Have you thought about stressed she's been with all of this?" Morgan questioned and it occurred to Spencer that, no, he had no idea about what's been going on with her and how she's dealing with all of this. Spencer shook his head no.

"Well, then, start there." Morgan tells. Spencer sighs and looks at Morgan. "I... need time to think. Can I stay here just for tonight?" He asks and Morgan nods, "Yeah, of course. That's fine. I'll, uh, talk to Savannah and set you up in our guest bedroom."

Spencer nods as Morgan stands up. Morgan puts a hand to on Spencer's shoulder and looks down at him. "It's gonna pass. This is just a rock in the road right now." He assured and Spencer nods, "Thanks, Morgan." Morgan nods back. "Any time."

With that, Morgan had gone to set up the guest bedroom for Spencer, consulting with his wife before doing so. All Spencer pretty much needed was a blanket and a pillow so it wasn't much to set up.

Spencer had shut the door behind him after that and landed in the bed, suddenly feeling sad when noticing his wife wouldn't be sleeping near him tonight. And maybe he deserved that. He put her through so much this last month and a half and began to notice that he wasn't spending time with her or their son and was more worried about his mother. He knew that Casey let it slide but she shouldn't have had to.

He pulled out his cell phone from his pocket and noticed the seventeen unread messages and twelve missed calls from his wife.

Casey <3
i'm sorry.
please come back.
i'm so so so sorry.
i love you.
spencer.
Please answer my calls, Spencer.
I'm getting worried.
Please.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean what I said, I'm sorry.
Please forgive me.
If you don't forgive me, I understand. I deserve it for how I treated you.
But know from the bottom of my heart, I didn't mean it.
I love you so much. You know I do.
Please please please forgive me.
Or at least answer my texts so I know you're alive. I at least deserve to know that.
I have no idea where you're at right now and I know you need your space but know that I love you and I just want to know if you're okay. I'm sorry. I love you. Goodnight.

Spencer could tell from the messages alone, she felt bad. And of course, he knew she meant it but he didn't want to do this over the phone. He didn't want to apologize over text. He needed to see her. But not right now, not while everything was still tense. He looked at the phone and sat up, looking at the buttons and taking a breath before deciding to reply.

At Morgan's.
I'll be back tomorrow.
Love you.
-Spencer

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         The next day, JJ had gone with Casey to go get Christopher from the hospital. They allowed him to go home with some anti-biotics for him. Casey was lucky enough that she could take him home after the day he's had. And she was lucky that he didn't have to witness his parents' fighting last night.

         So, Casey had taken him home and JJ had stayed with them. It was already three in the afternoon and Spencer hadn't been back yet. Casey spent her time with her son, playing with him and looking after him. By the time the clock hit seven, Casey figured that Spencer may have needed more time and she couldn't blame him for that.

But when the clock hit 7:30, JJ had been sitting in the living room and noticed the door getting unlocked and behind it had entered the man himself, Spencer Reid. He looked tired, like he barely slept. JJ stood up from the couch and she looked at him as he entered the house. "JJ." Spencer spoke, surprised she was in the apartment. "Casey called me." JJ informed and Spencer nodded, "Right."

Spencer looked towards the open bedroom door across the hall and JJ approached him. "She feels bad... for all of it." JJ said to him and Spencer looked down. "I do, too." Spencer sighed. "I've been trying to figure out a proper apology all day. But... I need to talk to her."

JJ could tell that Spencer meant that she needed to talk to her in private and that's exactly what she wanted to hear. "I was actually getting ready to head out now." JJ said, grabbing her coat off the couch and heading towards the door. "And Spence?" Spencer turns to her. "She needs you just as much as you need her. Remember that." Spencer nods at his friend's words and with that, JJ headed out.

Spencer looked towards the door and began to head towards it and the first thing he had seen when he peeked through the door had been his wife laying in the bed with their son laying on his side right next to her. He was sleeping peacefully right next to her as she ran a hand through his chocolate locks.

Spencer looked from his peaceful son to his tired wife. Casey looked like she barely slept. She hadn't even noticed he was standing there until he stepped through the doorframe and spoke, "Hey."

Casey looked up at him and was thankful that he was okay and standing here right now. "Hey." She said quietly. With that, Spencer had hesitantly come closer to the two and sat right next to Christopher as lightly as he could without waking him up.

"It's funny how he can sleep through anything after what he's been through." Spencer comments, looking lovingly towards his son. Casey smiles a bit. "Sleeps like a baby."

There's a pause and Casey knows she needs to talk to him. She looks at him and stares and waits until he finally looks at her, to which he does. "I'm sorry." She tells. "That wasn't fair, what I said.  I was out of line and... that was the only thing that popped up in my head and I'm sorry. And you don't have to forgive me, I wouldn't either."

Spencer looks at his wife and grabs her hand that running through Christopher's head. "I'm sorry, too." He tells, rubbing his thumb on her knuckle. "You didn't deserve anything I said to you. About everything I mentioned. That wasn't fair to you either. You're a great mother and you... you do everything you can. For him and... for me. I love you, both."

Casey smiles a bit and for once, the way her husband is looking at her right now feels genuine. "I love you, too." She tells and grips his hand.

Casey looks at him in the eyes and begins to assure, "You and I, we're gonna work this out. With him, with your mom. And we're gonna do it together. No matter what, we don't give up on each other. We can't do that, not now. Okay?" Spencer gulps and nods, "Okay."

"And another thing..." Spencer looks at his wife as she continues, "I think we need to go to counseling. We need it. We've been fighting so much and with everything going on, we can't afford to lose each other right now."

Counseling was the one thing the other never wanted. And of course, they were Spencer and Casey, they knew how to fix it all, right? But turns out, some things need time to fix. And Spencer and Casey both knew they needed to go to counseling to work out their issues because it was obvious they were starting to use them against each other now. They couldn't afford to do that, to hurt one another, while they were both already hurt. So, counseling it was.

me:

if you watch grey's anatomy *spoilers ahead if you do btw i think like s12-s13*
but this counseling session boutta look like callie's and arizona's hehehehehe

anywaysssss
yeaaaa this one was a whole damn lot😅
only gonna get more dramatic from here on out lol

thank you for reading
i love you all
sorry to put you guys through this pain :/
-mya </3

p.s. thanks for 700k on cardigan!!