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Chapter One
"Ashley Davies cheats on wife with an unknown actress."
"Interesting."
"Spencer Davies, wife of rock sensation Ashley Davies, says she's had enough."
Ashley studied the blonde woman sat beside her with narrowed eyes. "Is that true, Angel? You've had enough?" She raised a speculative eyebrow.
Spencer gave her a patronizing look. "Ashley, if the papers say so, it's clearly true."
The rocker hummed with a slow nod. "And what exactly have you had enough of?" She asked, crossing her arms as she leaned forward in her chair.
"Well," the blonde mimicked her wife's actions. "If you don't know what it is I've had enough of, obviously, we're not meant to be." She shrugged.
Ashley snorted. "Is that so?"
"Yes. See, if we were meant to be, you would've already known something was wrong without me having to tell you." She argued, tilting her head slightly.
"Am I supposed to be a mind reader now?"
A lazy grin adorned the blonde's face. "No, but according to you, and I quote, 'we're soul mates'. By definition we're supposed to harbor a deep knowledge of each other. That includes feelings, thoughts, emotions, the whole nine yards."
Ashley pursed her lips as her mind raced for a reply. Coming up with nothing, she sighed in defeat, pouting at her loss. "You're getting way too good at this." She murmured playfully.
Spencer smiled and shrugged. "Blame it on my wild imagination."
"Whatever." The rocker chuckled, turning back to Eric who sat with stacks of magazines and newspapers splayed on Ashley's desk. "Please, continue." She instructed.
The driver picked out another magazine. "Ooh, here's a good one. Spencer Davies spotted leaving a hotel with a woman. What does this mean for her marriage?"
Spencer rolled her eyes. Clearly, these tabloids couldn't come up with anything original… or true for that matter. "Really? Where's their evidence?" She replied rolling her eyes.
"It says there's pictures included."
The blonde literally gasped at that. "What!" She reached over the desk and snatched the booklet out of his hands. "This I've got to see… are you kidding me?"
"Who are you sleeping with this time?" Ashley asked bemused.
Spencer held up the magazine. "My sister-in-law."
"Gross."
"Spence-a-nator! You dog." Eric laughed, clutching his stomach.
The blonde shot him a half hearted glare. "We were visiting my parents at the hotel when they flew out here last week. The lies they come up with amaze me." She shook her head, tossing the magazine lightly onto the desk.
"Don't let it get to you, baby." Ashley rubbed comforting circles on her wife's back. "No one believes this trash." No one with a brain, that is, believed them.
"I know." Spencer sighed, leaning into the touch. "It's just annoying."
The brunette nodded in understanding, she was used to the press' mockery. She had years' worth of defense mechanisms built up against their shams. This was whole new territory for Spencer, though. Before, she was only featured as 'the blonde' or 'Ashley's girlfriend' and was hardly talked about. It wasn't until she and Ashley were married did the press begin to hound her.
Eric shook his head with mild disgust. "That's Hollywood, where people will do or say anything to make a buck." He picked up another article. "Here we go. Ashley Davies gets a new tattoo."
"True." The rocker displayed the inside of her right wrist, where a script 'S' was present.
Spencer took hold of her wife's arm. "I still can't believe you got this." She said, running her thumb over the ink. "Without me knowing too? That's impressive."
Ashley snorted. "That was the hard part."
The blonde blushed, remembering her impatience. "I didn't like not knowing what you were going to get me, okay?" She muttered, ducking her head.
"Isn't that the point of a gift?" The rocker chuckled, entangling their hands. "Besides, you were the one who had laid out 'the ground rules'. No peeking, the gift shouldn't be over the top, and again, no peeking."
Spencer pecked her wife's lips. "The point is… I love it."
"It was our third year wedding anniversary." The brunette replied with a smile. "I wanted it to be something special. What better way of doing that then-"
"Branding your owner's name on your wrist?" Eric questioned, smirking.
Spencer, with practiced skill, hid her smile as Ashley deadpanned. "No. Expressing my love via artistic outlet, it's not too over the top, it's not too simple. It's perfect."
The driver pursed his lips and nodded. "You say artistic outlet. I say branding."
"I say, you shut up."
Eric grinned like an adolescent. This was his favorite past time, pushing Ashley's buttons. "You're only telling me to shut up because you know I'm right." He teased.
"Wow." The blonde chuckled. "You're talking back to Ashley? That's eerily brave of you."
Ashley sighed, kicking her feet up onto the table and crossing them at the ankle. "Don't mind him. He's been in this 'daring mood' since he started dating that one chick… what's her name?"
"Gerri." Eric answered with a wistful smile.
"Cute little blonde girl?" Spencer asked as she lightly batted at the rocker's feet till they dropped from the expensive and very hard to clean desk.
"That'd be the troll." Ashley replied, opting to place her feet on her wife's lap instead.
The driver rolled his eyes. "Here we go again."
Spencer swatted her foot. "Don't call her that. I think she's sweet."
"Thank you, Spencer." Eric nodded.
Ashley shook her head. "She's annoying."
The blonde scrutinized her wife, trying to decipher where this attitude came from. Her eyes trailed across the rocker's facial features meticulously. The pursed lips, the stuck up chin and narrowed eyes. She knew that look all too well. Slowly, an amused smile stretched across her lips. "I know what this is about." She said, her eyes sparkling with victory.
Ashley arched a brow. "What do you mean?"
"Last time Gerri came over, she beat you at Uno."
The rocker scoffed at the accusation. "She didn't beat me. She cheated, Spencer. There's a huge difference." She explained with a light frown. This was not something to be taken lightly.
Spencer's laugh said otherwise. "You are such a sore loser, Ash."
"The game was fixed." The rocker insisted, sliding her feet from her wife's lap. "How the hell does someone have four wild cards in the first hand? That doesn't happen, unless you cheat."
"Sore loser." Eric muttered under his breath.
Ashley's head snapped towards him. His eyes widened with nothing short of fear. "I'm not a sore loser." She replied in a low tone. She turned her attention towards her wife when she felt a light tug on her hand.
Spencer shook her head with subtle movement. The rocker knew this was the blonde's silent way of telling her to drop the subject and move on. Communicating without words had always been a unique perk to their relationship. Feelings, thoughts, and emotions could be expressed with a simple look, movement or touch. It was comforting to know that they could 'speak' to one another without having to literally speak.
Ashley nodded before turning back to Eric, who was oblivious to the silent exchange. She smiled teasingly. "But, I'll admit, this girl is a step up from the other things you've dated in the past, Eric. I'll give you that."
Eric winced. "Can we not go there?"
"Do you remember that blind date last year?"
"And she went there." He muttered.
Ashley chuckled of course she went there. Was he expecting compassion? Please. "She had this like huge hump on her back and during dinner she told the waiter to set a drink on it… to impress you." She finished, scrunching up her nose.
"Yeah." The driver shivered at the memory he wished to erase. "I don't want to talk about that. I'm with my lovely Gerri now and that's that." He waved off.
Ashley's eyebrow peaked. "My lovely Gerri? Wow, you are whipped."
"Oh please." Eric said rolling his eyes. "You really want to go there. Cause you're the Queen of whipped. You're like, and I mean this in a good way, Spencer's little puppy."
A laugh slipped past Spencer's lips. The rocker blushed as she shot a glare at the driver. "Get out of my office." She said, thrusting a finger towards the door.
"So you don't deny it then?" Eric questioned as he stood from his chair.
"Out!"
"I'm going, I'm going." He left the office.
Ashley turned to her wife. "Why were you laughing?"
"It was funny. Besides puppies are cute, it's a compliment."
The rocker rolled her eyes. "Ruff,ruff," she muttered picking up a tabloid. "Let's see what this one says. Ashley Davies and wife are expecting? Hmm, that's a little freaky." She quickly set the rag down, as if it were tainted. "They've become psychic."
Spencer nodded. "Well, they're not quite right. We're trying." She added, casting her eyes down.
"Hey," Ashley took hold of the blonde's hand and gave it a squeeze. "We'll get there, baby. Just give it some time. Like the doctor said, you don't always succeed the first couple tries."
"I know." Spencer grinned. "I just can't wait."
"It'll happen."
"But when?"
"I'll give Mother Nature a call and get back to you on that."
The blonde gave her a look. "I'm just anxious for it to happen."
Ashley leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "Me too, baby. Besides, we have all the time in the world. You're only twenty three, you're young. I, on the other hand…"
"You're only twenty seven, Ash. That's hardly 'over the hill' so stop acting like it."
"I'm just saying… I'm getting up there."
"Stop it." The blonde swatted her arm.
"Ow! Stop! My bones are brittle!"
"What am I going to do with you?"
The rocker stood from her seat, dragging her wife with her. "How about, you love me for the rest of your life?" She asked as playful smile stretched across her face.
Spencer tilted her head and regarded her wife with adoration. "I think I can do that." She played along, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
"You think?" The brunette's eyes narrowed.
"I know."
"I like that answer better." Ashley informed her with a kiss as they slowly made their way down the hallway. "I'm gonna see if Ryan wants to play a little Wii tennis. Are you doing anything today?"
"Actually, I am." Spencer swung their adjoined hands. "I'm spending my afternoon with Kyla and Grandma. We're going shopping at the mall."
"Sounds like fun. Watch out for paps." The rocker warned as they reached Kyla's room. She opened the door only to shut it a second later, gasping. "Oh my God! Lock the door when you two do that!" She yelled.
The door was wrenched open revealing an amused Kyla. "Grow up." She deadpanned.
"Lock your door!" Ashley countered.
"Why?"
"You want people to see that?" She shot back, gesturing wildly towards the room.
Just as Kyla was about to reply, a flushed Ryan appeared by her side. "Ashley, we were just-"
"Believe me. I saw what you were doing."
Spencer sighed. "Ashley, what's the big deal? They were just scrap-booking."
Ashley nodded slowly, glaring at her sister. "I know." She spat with disgust. Her eyes betrayed her tone however as they twinkled with mirth. "She's turned my best friend into Martha Stewart. It's disturbing."
"Gee thanks." Ryan huffed.
Kyla turned to Spencer, bored with the conversation. "You ready to go?"
"Let's go." Spencer replied, kissing Ashley's cheek. "Behave, Ashley." She warned with a playful tinge before looping her arm with Kyla's and leaving.
"You're ridiculous." Ryan shoved the rocker's shoulder lightly.
She shoved back. "Scrap-booking, Ryan?"
He struggled to find an answer. "It's kinda cool…" He trailed off.
"Stop, this is just… you're killing me." Ashley groaned.
"Shut up." He laughed, socking her arm. "So, is there something you wanted? Or are you here to just tease me relentlessly?"
"I'm here to invite you to a friendly game of Wii tennis. You in?"
Ryan smirked knowingly. Their games were anything but friendly. Ashley's competiveness was sometimes downright scary. "You know I'd never turn down a chance to whoop your butt." he joked before racing her to the game room.
Naturally, Ashley won the small foot race. "Bring it, scrap-book." She challenged, grabbing a remote.
As the game got underway, Ryan spoke. "You know I've been thinking." He took a swing.
"What's up?" The rocker replied, only half listening, as she returned the serve.
The bass player hit pause on the game and turned to his best friend. "I want to marry Kyla."
Ashley's head whipped in his direction. For a moment she simply stared at him, trying to find any traces of humor in his expression. To her surprise, he was being serious. "Seriously?" She whispered.
Ryan nodded with confidence. "Yeah, I mean, why not?"
The rocker let out a slow breath and ran a hand through her hair. This was her miniscule way of buying time so she could actually think up a reply. "Okay… Bar the fact that my sister is borderline crazy. You really want to spend the rest of your life with this woman?"
"There's no other woman I'd rather be with."
"Let me get this straight." Ashley paused, gathering her wits. "You want to marry Kyla."
"I believe I just said that."
"Till death do you part?"
"That is the idea, yes."
"To have and to hold?"
"Are we getting married right now or something?" Ryan jested with a slight nervous undertone. He could feel the tension gathering in the room and it was unnerving him. He really had no clue where Ashley was taking this conversation.
"I'm just seeing if we're talking about the same thing here." The rocker clarified.
The bass player frowned. "No. It seems like you're trying to talk me out of it."
Ashley shook her head. "No, not at all." She actually had no clue what she was doing. "I'm just… I guess I'm just shocked, that's all."
"Well, I only said I was thinking about it." Ryan shrugged, fiddling with his remote.
The rocker took in her friend's slightly crestfallen stance with a heavy heart. She didn't mean to hurt him. Her surprise overshadowed her rational thinking and her mouth took on a mind of its own. Clearing her head of any negative thoughts, Ashley considered Ryan and Kyla's relationship. The couple had been dating longer than she and Spencer had. And there was no doubt they were madly in love with one another. Also, above all, Ryan made Kyla happy and vice versa.
"Hey." She shoulder bumped him. He briefly looked up at her. "I'm sorry, Ry. I didn't mean-"
"No. It's fine." He waved off averting his eyes.
"No, it's not." Ashley sighed, placing her hand on his shoulder. "You know how I tend to say things that I don't mean without thinking. I realize I can be an ass sometimes."
Ryan cracked a slight grin. "You do tend to do that…"
"I am happy for you and Kyla," Ashley assured. "You two were meant for each other and you have my blessing, a hundred percent."
He smiled and wrapped her in a tight hug. "Thanks Ash." He knew Ashley wasn't one for talking about feelings so, he took what he could get from her and hearing her say that, meant the world to him.
"Alright, c'mon." The rocker mumbled, pushing him away.
Ryan bit back a laugh. "Are you blushing Mrs. Davies."
"Let's get back to the game." She dodged, pointing towards the television.
"Somebody's in a rush to lose."
"Just hit play, ass."
"I don't believe there's a 'play ass' button on this remote Ash." He joked as he surveyed the device.
She crossed her arms and glared at him. Ryan took this as an opportunity to hit play, throwing her off guard as he quickly scored the match point, winning the game.
"I won!" He yelled, throwing his arms up.
"You asshole!" Ashley socked him in the stomach. He immediately fell to his knees gasping for air, she grinned. "That's what you get for cheating."
^/^/^
Kyla held another top against her chest and turned to Spencer and Carol.
The blonde's nose scrunched up. "The color doesn't suit you."
"Put that one down, honey." Carol chuckled.
Kyla huffed and set the shirt back on the rack. "Let's head for another store then."
The three exited their fourth store of the day. Their shopping bags and purses clanked against their sides as they walked. Carol lagged behind the two at a slower pace. Her vision, momentarily, becomes blurred. Panic clenches her body as she stumbled in her step.
Spencer placed a steadying hand on the older Davies' arm. "Grandma, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Carol countered. However, she didn't protest when the young girls lead her to a vacant bench as her vision evened out.
"You don't look fine." Kyla said, pressing her hand against Carol's forehead.
Grandma removed her granddaughter's hand and smiled. "I'm just a little tired. That comes with being old, sweetheart. Now, why don't you guys go on without me while I take a breather? I'll meet up with you back here in a little while."
Kyla and Spencer shared a look, both unsure. The short brunette sighed. "Grandma, I don't know-"
"Go on, I'll be fine." Carol insisted, waving her hand.
"Are you positive?" Spencer asked.
"Yes." The older Davies plastered on a believable smile.
"Okay, but call us if you need anything." Kyla informed with concern.
Carol's eyes followed as Kyla and Spencer headed for another clothing store. She laid her head back and sighed. That was a close call.
Once out of earshot Kyla spoke. "Alright, there's something going on with Grandma."
"You think she's keeping something from us?" Spencer asked as they entered the store.
The short brunette shrugged. "I don't know, but that's what it feels like. She's been acting a little off lately. I just can't place my finger on what it is."
"She has been different." Spencer noted.
Kyla paused as her eyes widened. "Wait a minute..."
"What?"
"What if grandma's dating someone and she doesn't want us to know about him?" The short brunette blurted.
Spencer frowned and shook her head. "I don't think…" She trailed off, unable to find the words to respond to her sister-in-law's randomness. "No."
Kyla waved her hands about. "Think about it, Spencer. Grandma has been going out frequently to God knows where and she's been really tired lately. Maybe she's been having some sleepovers with a certain someone. Or-" She stopped short, covering her mouth in shock.
"What? What is it?" Spencer questioned as she looked around expecting to see Carol, whom wasn't present. Her face scrunched up with confusion. "What?"
"Oh my God."
"Kyla? What is it?"
Kyla dropped her hand. "You know our gardener, Lamar?" Spencer nodded slowly. "Well, Grandma has been spending quite a bit of time with him."
"Kyla, get serious." The blonde chuckled rolling her eyes.
The short brunette's brow dropped. "I'm being very serious, Spencer. Stop laughing at me."
Spencer took in a deep breath and smiled. "Kyla. Lamar is a happily married man who has been with his wife for over twenty five years. He and grandma are just close friends."
"But-"
"It's not happening."
Kyla pouted. "You can never be too sure." She whined as it became abundantly clear her theory was far-fetched. She swatted the giggling blonde's arm with a shopping bag. "Stop laughing."
"Okay, I'm done." Spencer said, as they continued shopping.
"You have to agree though that there's something fishy going on."
"Definitely." The blonde replied sincerely. She held a pair of pants near her body.
Kyla took the article of clothing from her sister- in-law, shaking her head as she placed it back on the rack. "Grandma wouldn't keep something from us if it were important, right?"
"She wouldn't do that."
"Us Davies do have a problem with secrets. Burying them I mean." The short brunette half joked as she tried on a hat.
Spencer nodded at her choice. "Well, you guys don't keep secrets anymore. Besides, I've never heard of grandma keeping any secrets."
"Me neither." Kyla whispered, glancing at her resting grandmother. "That's what's got me worried."
^/^/^
"How could five bands, in a row, suck so much?" Carrot Top sighed, leaning back into his chair.
Ashley and the Trouble Makers, plus Kyla, were holding auditions to sign a band for Davies' Records. So far, nobody was impressed with the 'talent' that had been displayed. It had been the same thing all day long. A musician couldn't play or they didn't remember their song or the singer thought screaming would make them sound impressive. It wasn't looking good.
"We have another one coming up." Clay announced. "Maybe our luck will change."
"That's what you said for the last band." Kyla muttered.
Ashley chucked a pencil at her sister. "Show some optimism."
Kyla gave her the finger.
The rocker rolled her eyes. She shot her best friend a look. "Why the hell is she here anyways?"
"She's my girlfriend." Ryan defended.
"So? You don't see me here with my wife do you?"
Eric laughed. "That's cause you asked her and she said she couldn't come."
A blush crept up the rocker's neck. "Not true and you can't prove it." She mumbled looking down.
"Are we interrupting something?" A voice asked from the doorway.
The group turned to see a handsome young man, light brown wavy hair and green eyes smiling shyly. He gave everyone an awkward wave. "Um, hi. We're here to audition, but we can come back if you're in the middle of something-"
"No." Ashley waved him over. "Please, come in."
He grinned and walked in, his band members followed behind him. Kyla was mildly intrigued by the confidence radiating off of the young man. Her eyes followed him as he took a seat behind the drum set and adjusted it.
Clay gave the men a friendly smile. "Tell us the name of your band and introduce yourselves."
The lead singer cleared his throat. "Well the name of our band is Late Notice. I'm the singer, Rodney. On lead guitar we have my brother Jesse. Bass is David and on drums is Mack."
Mack waved a drum stick. "Hi."
The rocker raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Alright, Late Notice, show us what you got."
Rodney counted them off. To the surprise of everyone in the room they actually sounded exceptionally good. They killed a cover of 'Cherry Bomb' making it their own. When they finished they stared at Ashley, with hopeful eyes.
The rocker sat up in her seat and clapped. The band heaved a sigh of relief. "You guys did great." She said, crossing her legs. "It was bold for you to cover The Runaways, but you pulled it off and you know your music well."
"Thank you so much." Mack replied with a smile. "That means a lot coming from you. You're like our idol. We know all your songs a-and like everything!"
"I'm impressed." Ashley nodded.
"I'm hungry." Eric patted his stomach.
The rocker rolled her eyes. "I guess we can call a lunch break." She pointed to the band. "You guys can help yourself to some snacks if you'd like."
"Awesome, thank you," the lead singer replied.
"I've gotta use the bathroom." Ryan whispered, giving Kyla a kiss on the cheek before leaving.
Heaving a tired sigh, Kyla stood and made her way over to the snack table.
"Hey." Someone said from behind.
The short brunette turned to find Mack smiling at her. She returned the gesture. "Hello."
He offered his hand. "I'm Mack."
She laughed. "I know." She shook his hand regardless.
He blushed. "Oh yeah, with the whole introduction when I walked in…"
She nodded with a grin. "I'm Kyla, Ashley's sister."
"Nice to meet you Kyla Ashley's sister." The drummer replied with a chuckle.
Her eyes met his as she too laughed lightly. Ryan stood behind the two silently watching the exchange with a small smile. He walked up to his girlfriend and placed a hand on her shoulder. Kyla jumped at the contact.
She shot the bass player a glare. "You scared me, Ryan." She groaned.
Ryan bit back a laugh. "Sorry, sweetheart." He apologized before turning to Mack with a smile. "Hey, you guys did great. That was a really good audition."
"Thank you." Mack replied, shoving his hands into his pockets.
An awkward silence incased them. All three jumped when Kyla's phone buzzed. She gave Mack an apologetic glance before flipping her phone open and stepping away from the men. "Hello? Oh, hey Spencer … yeah … okay, see you soon…alright bye." She hung up and turned to Ashley. "Ash?" The rocker looked up from her sheet music. Kyla pointed at her phone. "Spencer's on her way in."
The rocker's eyes flew to the door as they opened and said blonde walked in with Chelsea trailing behind her. Ashley's arched a brow as she took in her wife's attire, a sports bra, barely covered by a light jacket, and running tights. Spencer blushed under the rocker's scrutiny as she approached her.
"Hey." She greeted shyly, pecking the brunette's lips.
The rocker's hands fell on the blonde's hips and she gave them a light squeeze. "Hey. What's with the outfit?" She asked her eyes trailing over the apparel once again. "Not that I mind…"
"Sounds like somebody didn't listen to me this morning when I told her of my plans for today." Spencer replied teasingly, poking the rocker's chest.
The rocker frowned confused. "This morning?" Spencer nodded. Ashley thought back a few hours with a scrunched brow before she smiled brightly. "Do you mean before or after we had sex?"
The blonde's eyes widened and she quickly glanced around the room. Luckily no one had heard Ashley's blunt response. She shot her wife a disapproving look as the rocker chuckled. "That's not funny, Ashley." She paused, and then whispered, "After."
"Baby, do you really expect me to remember anything said after a mind blowing orgasm?"
Spencer covered her face, embarrassed. "I can't believe you sometimes." She mumbled, before bringing her hands down to see Ashley smiling at her. "You are so bad."
"You love it." The rocker gave her a kiss. "But seriously," she said pulling back slightly. "Why are you dressed like this? Are you trying to distract me from my work so we could go have hot, dirty, se-"
Spencer's hand flew to her wife's mouth. "We're here," she began. "To pick up Kyla because she, Chelsea and I are going to our weekly exercise class." She uncovered the brunette's mouth. "We actually have to get going soon."
The rocker nodded as her lips formed a taunt line. She grabbed her wife's hand and dragged her to the other side of the rehearsal room. "There's something I wanted to show you," she said opening a door to a small empty room.
Spencer looked around the room confused as Ashley shut the door. She turned to look at her wife. "I don't get what's there to show…" she trailed off.
"It's an equipment room, minus the equipment." Ashley moved closer to the blonde. "I just wanted a little alone time with you." She confessed running her fingertips down her wife's arms slowly.
The blonde knew exactly what was going on. "Ashley, this isn't going to work. We really have to leave soon or we're going to be late. We have to go."
Ashley pouted, wrapping her arms around the blonde. She nuzzled her face into the crook of her wife's neck. "Or you can stay for a little while longer." She purred placing a kiss below the blonde's ear.
"Ashley, we have to go."Spencer repeated, this time however, her voice wavered.
"You can be late every once in a while can't you?" The rocker asked, nipping at her earlobe.
The blonde's eyes fluttered close as she swallowed back a moan. "You've said that before, Ashley" she husked out. "And every time I arrive late."
This was unfair. This was so unfair. Ashley knew how much power she held over the blonde and she was abusing it … in such a delightful way.
A loud clap sounded from the doorway. The couple jumped and turned to see Kyla stood with her hands on her hips. Ashley shot her an annoyed look. "Can I help you, Kyla?" She hissed.
Kyla rolled her eyes and pointed towards Spencer. "Ashley, stop it. We have to go and I refuse to show up late again, just because you're horny." She huffed, grabbing a flushed Spencer's arm and tugging her away.
Ashley scoffed and crossed her arms. "You make it sound like I'm some sort of sex fiend."
"If the shoe fits." The short brunette replied before leaving.
The rocker pouted. She couldn't help it if her wife was incredibly sexy.
^/^/^
"Alright ladies." The exercise instructor called out to the class. "Five minute cool off then we're back at it again, alright?" She received groans in reply. "Come on, it's not that tough!"
Chelsea, Spencer and Kyla fell to their mats with a thump. Chelsea snorted as she took out her water bottle. "Easy for her to say, she is a robot after all." She muttered.
"Sometimes, I want to shoot her and her perfect abs." Kyla breathed out.
Spencer chuckled before scrunching up her nose. "She has been extra hard on us today hasn't she? It would be nice if she slowed it down." Chelsea and Kyla gave her a strange look. "What?"
Kyla shrugged with raised eyebrows. "Nothing really, it's just you the one who never really complains about this stuff." She took a sip of water and shrugged again.
"Yeah." Chelsea chimed. "You're usually the one to encourage us while Kyla and I are the pessimistic ones. What's going on with you?" She laughed lightly. "Not to mention the one who's also able to keep up better than us."
Spencer sighed and ran a hand across her drenched forehead. "I don't know, maybe I'm just tired." She shrugged off. Maybe she was still flushed from Ashley's goodbye too.
"Okay ladies, back on your feet." The instructor demanded.
"That was the shortest five minutes ever." Chelsea muttered as she and the others stood up.
"Alright jog in place, ladies! Let's go!"
"Hey guys." Kyla huffed. The other two nodded in response. "There's something weird going on with Ryan, but I can't figure out what it is. I mean, I think I know what's going on…"
Chelsea frowned. "What do you think is going on?"
"I think … I-I think he might want to propose to me."
Spencer smiled at her sister-in-law. "Isn't that a good thing?" She questioned when she saw the conflicted look on Kyla's face.
"I guess." The short brunette whispered.
Chelsea eyed her curiously. "You sound unsure about it."
Kyla shook her head. "I'm not unsure, I just … I guess I'm a little … afraid?"
"Okay, now kick step, step, and kick, ladies!"
Spencer's eyes narrowed as she changed up the routine. "Does she always have to say ladies at the end of every damn sentence?" She growled out throwing a hard kick.
Kyla and Chelsea looked at her stunned. "Spencer, are you okay?" They asked simultaneously.
The blonde flushed embarrassed. "I'm fine." She waved off. She had no idea she had said that aloud. Yet, even then, she hardly speaks like that. "I don't even know where that came from." She confessed more so to herself. She turned to her sister-in-law. "You were saying?"
"Right." Kyla said slowly. "Um, I think Ryan's going to propose and it's freaking me out a little."
"Why though?" Chelsea questioned.
"I don't think I'm marriage material. I-I'm not the marrying kind."
"Kyla," Spencer huffed out irritated. "You and Ryan love and are committed to each other. You also already live with one another. Slipping a finger onto each other's fingers, God, it's hot in here!" She groaned wiping at her face.
Chelsea and Kyla quickly flanked the blonde. "Spencer, maybe you should take a break." Chelsea suggested gripping her arm. "You're sweating like a pig."
"I'm a little dizzy." The blonde slurred. Her vision began to darken and her sight became blurred. Her eyelids grew impossibly heavy and breaths were harbored.
"Spencer?" She heard someone say before she fainted.
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"Baby?" The familiar raspy voice seemed to echo throughout her head. She slowly opened her eyes to see dark concerned one's of her wife's staring down at her. "Spencer?" The brunette said softly.
Spencer squinted against the harsh light. She looked around trying to gather her wits. "Where are we? Where am I?" She asked as she slowly sat up.
Ashley placed a steadying hand on her back. "You're in the hospital, Angel. You fainted while you were in class. Kyla and Chelsea called us on the way here." She explained brushing some of the blonde's hair behind her ear. "You feeling okay?"
"Kind of...I fainted?" The blonde muttered confused.
Ashley nodded, kissing her forehead. "The doctor said it was probably just fatigue, but he's running some tests on you to be sure."
Spencer looked down at her bandaged arm where she can see blood was drawn. "How long have I been out for?" She asked glancing at her wife.
The rocker took her hand in her own. "About an hour and a half." She whispered as the doctor walked into the room, charts in hand.
"Hello Spencer, I'm glad to see you awake." He greeted with a smile.
"So, what's wrong with her?" Ashley questioned, skipping pleasantries.
"Well." He said grinning. "After running some tests we found the source of what caused you to be fatigued. Tiredness is something that patients might experience in the early stages of your condition."
Spencer's eyebrows furrowed with worry. "Condition?"
"Wait, what condition? She has a condition?" Ashley rambled, as panic began to set in.
The doctor raised his hands. "It's nothing bad at all, trust me."
"What's wrong with her?" The rocker demanded.
"There's nothing wrong with her." He replied with a smile. "She's pregnant."