So this idea has been floating around in my brain for a while now and I just wanted to get it down on paper, or rather on the internet!
Mentions Jenna raping Toby... might talk about his mom's death later on.
This is a pregnancy fic from Toby's POV, which is more of a challenge for me (writing from the male perspective on this matter).
Spencer had been staring out of the window for the past five minutes, her right hand rubbing anxious patterns into her left arm. Normally, she was rushing to get to school, checking her student email and making sure that she had collected all of her homework, but not today.
Something was wrong. Spencer never let herself stop and stare at anything, not even her coffee, for this long. And she certainly never let time she could be spending studying wasted on not doing anything.
Everything had been going so well. I had been staying in her room with her, sneaking in at night just because we wanted to be able to sleep near each other and feel safe. With the whole A fiasco, I knew nothing was feeling safe for her. As long as her parents didn't come bursting in during the night, we were safe to spend the night together.
And everything had been going so well. So well in fact that we had finally slept together. It had taken me a while to warm up to the idea of sex, in light of being raped by Jenna. But we were finally at a point in our relationship where we felt safe enough with one another to let down our walls.
I sighed. She'd been staring out that window for 7 minutes now with no sign of stopping.
"Spence?"
No answer.
I walked across the room, and placed my arms around her stomach, pulling her back into my chest.
"Are you looking for the meaning of life out that window?" I kissed her neck lightly.
I heard that little squeak she makes right before she starts to cry. She trembled in my arms.
"Hey, hey, what happened? Did I say something?" I turned her in my arms so I could hold her better. Instead of talking, she burst into full tears and pulled her arms around me and pulled me closer.
"No, no. Nothing you said." She finally said, though still crying.
"Then what is it?" I looked across the room, until I spotted something. Anything to get her to open up to tell me what was wrong.
"Did Mr. Fitz not like your paper on The Scarlett Letter? I know you worked so hard on it." My eyes had landed on the paperback copy of the novel sitting on her bed stand.
Instead of responding, Spencer took my face in her hands and kissed me. "You'll still love me no matter what I tell you is bothering me, right?"
Her mouth still inches away from mine, "Of course. I love you, Spencer."
She let out a groan.
Pulling away, she pulled herself out of my arms and said, "I think this is slightly more important than going to school today. Would you mind getting breakfast somewhere and talking this over? It's really important."
The weight hit my stomach like an avalanche of bricks. Spencer was pregnant. I got her pregnant. That's why she was so scared. I got Spencer Hastings pregnant.
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