Welcome to my new story! I've decided I enjoy using the basic premise of romance movies as a plot for a Spoby story! So here you have the Spoby version of the Vow :).

This chapter is NOT sad, this chapter is actually fluffy as hell. Have to establish their pre-tragedy relationship :). This will be set up a lot like Let's Go Back to the Start, if you read that. There will be memories interspersed throughout all the chapters from Toby's POV. Most of the story will be from his POV. There will be some Spencer POV obviously, but most of hers will come later!

Speaking of memories, if someone can tell me my inspiration for the Spoby memory down below I'll dedicate the next chapter to you :)

BEFORE ANYONE ASKS... Hanna, Spencer, Toby, and Caleb will be the main characters in this story. Emily will DEFINITELY make an appearance, and Aria might. It depends. If you can't tell, I don't like Aria much :P

ALSO, I got a PM suggesting I write a Spoby Titanic story. Is that something you guys would read? I think I can handle writing two stories at once again, as long as they both get a response! So let me know!

Review and let me know what you think! More reviews equal a faster update! First reviewer gets a mention in the next chapter!

Prologue

Few things can be held onto with absolutely certainty. You can be reasonably sure that the sun will rise in the morning and that it will set in the evening. You can walk through life with the confidence that it will one day end. Everyone knows that when they go to sleep they will most likely wake up the next morning fine and intact.

Have you ever been so sure of something that you would bet your life on it, something that you were confident would never alter or lessen? Something fickle, something that not everyone has? But you were lucky enough to be blessed with something so wonderful, so secure.

What do you do when that changes? How do you move on from that?

Chapter 1

TPOV

There were few things in the world that Toby loved more than waking up before the alarm clock went off. It was weird, he knew that. Most people were content to hit snooze until it was either get up or be late for work. But he had more important things to do.

It might have been creepy, but he loved to have an extra minute to watch his wife sleep. She was always so wound up, and her demanding job left her forehead wrinkled in tension. He loved that he could see her at her most peaceful. His fingers gently brushed her hair out of her face, and he dropped a soft kiss to her forehead before sneaking a glance at the clock on their bedside table.

It looked like he had longer than a brief minute to appreciate Spencer's unconscious beauty. He carefully untangled his and Spencer's intertwined limbs and swung his body off of their bed. He looked down at her for a moment, a soft smile spreading across his lips. She was so beautiful. He could live a thousand lifetimes and still not understand what the hell he had done to deserve her. But he would be forever grateful, because there was no life without her. Not anymore.

He adjusted the blankets over her shoulders to make sure that she was warm enough before ducking out of their bedroom. He walked into the kitchen and began to quietly pull out the ingredients and equipment necessary the make French toast and sliced fruit. Spencer made breakfast more often than he did, so he appreciated that he was able to do this for her.

Beep, beep, beep.

His sleepy smile only grew as he heard Spencer moving around in their room. Their alarm was unnecessarily loud enough to probably wake up their entire neighborhood. It was pointless because Spencer was up with the first beep, but she was perpetually afraid of sleeping through her alarm. She was a nerd, but she was his nerd.

"Hey." His whole body relaxed at the sound of her voice. He hadn't even known that he was tense until he felt it all melt away when she spoke.

He finished plating their breakfast and turned around with an expectant smile. And he wasn't disappointed. He took a step forward and pushed her messy hair away from her bleary eyes. "Hey," he murmured before leaning in for a kiss.

"I have morning breath, Toby," she protested half-heartedly.

"Hmmm," he mused. "I think I can handle it." He laughed quietly and ducked down for another kiss. "Good morning," he whispered with his forehead against hers. This was his favorite part of the day. It didn't matter if he lost everything, as long as he got to keep her.

"I made breakfast." He tried to keep the pride out of his voice, but he hadn't entirely succeeded. He wasn't a great cook, but he knew he could make a pretty awesome plate of French toast.

"You're adorable when you put your chef hat on," Spencer half yawned half laughed. "But thank you. This is perfect."

He pulled her chair out for her as she sat at the table. He knew she was a feminist. He knew that she could pull the chair out for herself, but he always did it anyway. Not because he thought her incapable, Spencer could probably single handedly take over the world if she wanted to; but because he loved her and wanted to help her in any way that he could.

He slid a plate in front of her and took a seat at the table across from her. Spencer took a heaping bite of food, and he laughed as her eyes lit up. "Holy shit, Cavanaugh," she laughed after she swallowed. "I think I can hear the angels singing the Hallelujah chorus now! These are flipping delicious."

All he could do was smile. Even after five years together he was thrilled that he could make her react like that. His smile grew as he fondly remembered the first time that they met.

He was nervous. And it wasn't like that was out of character for him. He wasn't the most well-liked guy in high school. Actually, hated might be a better adjective. But when you had a psycho step-sister and an undeserved reputation there was only so much you could do. But college was going to be different. He didn't want another four years saturated by loneliness. But he honestly had no idea how to make friends.

"Hey, do you have a pencil I can borrow?"

He looked around before glancing at the owner of the melodical voice. She couldn't be talking to him, could she? His breath caught in his throat as he took in what might have been the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Expressive chocolate brown eyes, mahogany hair that cascaded down her shoulders, slender legs that went on for days... He wasn't usually one to judge based upon appearance, but even he had his limits. She was beautiful.

His hand searched through his bag, and he pulled out a black, mechanical pencil. "You can keep it," he said. "My mom sent me with about a million."

She laughed, "My mom bought me enough notebooks to fill a bookshelf and a drawer full of pens, but she didn't think that might need a pencil for Calculus. What's your major, by the way?"

"Architecture," he said proudly. He always thought that he'd maybe get into construction. But the fact that he got in to UPenn's architecture department changed everything about his life. Who knew that he'd be successful? "What about you?"

"Interior Design! I thought about pre-med, but I don't have the stamina for double digit years of education," she laughed. "Oh! What's your name? I guess that should have been my first question."

"I'm Toby," he laughed, holding his hand out to shake hers. This girl was full of questions, and he kind of liked it.

"Spencer," she smiled, firmly shaking his hand. He liked this girl. He liked her a lot. Not only was she beautiful, well-spoken, and intelligent, but she also had a firm handshake. "Listen, I know this is a little creepy, but do you want to go get coffee after class? I have no friends but my roommate, and I don't want to go back to an empty dorm."

"Same," he laughed and nodded in agreement. "I could use a caffeine hit."

And somehow he knew deep down inside that this was the start of something special.

"Toby?"

He smiled and looked up at the sound of his name spoken in his favorite voice. The fact that she was the only person who could make him smile like that was not lost on him. God he loved her.

When she saw that he was paying attention to her she reached out and put her hand on top of his. "Where'd you go?"

"I was just thinking about the time we met," he said, enjoying the smile that appeared on her face.

"I still have that pencil, you know. It's in a box at my parents' house."

The dark look that appeared on her face due her mention of her parents concerned him, but he knew better than to comment. Their estrangement was Spencer's choice. He didn't like the Hastings much, but he would support Spencer in whatever she chose to do. But her current less than happy demeanor gave him an idea. "Hey, what are you doing tonight?"

"Hanna and I have a meeting with some clients at 4, but then nothing. I thought we could watch Jeopardy in our pajamas tonight. Maybe we could break out the old Scrabble board." she laughed. Her suggestion was something that she would enjoy far more than him, but she knew he would do anything for her. And cuddling on the couch while she got excited over knowledge wasn't exactly a hardship. He loved the way her eyes lit up when she knew the answer.

But tonight he had a better idea. "Well, I was thinking we should try that date thing again. It's been awhile."

"Oh, there's this French movie playing at the foreign theater! I've been wanting to see it for ages..." she hesitated. "But if you'd rather go see something else..."

He rolled his eyes and stood up, taking both of their empty plates. He waited until he had them rinsed off and in the sink before turning back to Spencer and brushing a kiss to the top of her head. "If that's what you want to see then that's what we'll see. I'll pick you up at your office at 6? Does that give you enough time to finish your meeting?"

"If not Hanna can handle it. She's more charming than I am anyway," she laughed as she affectionately made fun of her best friend. "She's the charmer and I'm the brains."

"I doubt that's true," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her one last time before walking past her to go get ready for work. A quick shower and a jaunt through his closet for work appropriate clothes took him right up until it was time for him to go.

Apparently Spencer had been moving a bit more quickly than he had because she met him at the door, fully dressed for work, with a travel mug of coffee. He smirked and took it from her, setting it on the entry table and wrapped a quick arm around her waist. She squealed with laughter as he pulled her against his chest and pressed a sound kiss to her lips. When they pulled apart he peppered a series of light pecks across her forehead, causing her to giggle. "I love you so much, Spence," he murmured into her ear. "I'll see you tonight, okay?"

She smiled and nodded, "See you at 6. I love you too."