I had a request to make this story both super angsty and super fluffy, so I tried to get the best of both worlds and do a mix! Hope that works for everyone :)

Also, note for this entire story, I did do some research as always, but I'm not a trained professional and the internet is only so reliable. I took plenty from personal experience as well but just throwing that out there now. Please seek any scientific facts with an actual professional :)

Apologies that for a few hours yesterday this didn't have any tags for characters and was just sitting in the general. I added them and paired them up but for some reason they wouldn't show up right away. I removed and re-added them a few times and eventually the glitch sorted itself out. Sorry to anyone who had trouble finding this at first!

REMINDER: THIS STORY IS RATED M. JUST SAYING. FOR SOME REASON. AT THE BEGINNING OF THIS CHAPTER. I WONDER WHY. ;) (also fun fact this was one of my absolute favourite chapters to write) (I would also like to dedicate it to Nidz, since I never did finish that prompt for you. Sorry, love!)

Note: Some things I reference in the story (particularly the last chapter) I will link photos to on my twitter since I can't post on here. My twitter user is the same as my penname!

I do not own Pretty Little Liars.

Chapter Two

Toby had joined her in the bedroom less than an hour after she had gone to bed, but Spencer pretended to be asleep—something she had never done with him before.

Her mind was still racing, so she knew she wouldn't be falling asleep anytime soon, but she knew if Toby even glanced at her he'd see through any mask she wore and know that something was up. And if he confronted her about it, she'd spill, and she wasn't ready for that. She needed some time to process, and there was no need to panic him until she knew for sure.

Once Toby settled next to her under the covers, she felt a pang in her chest. If she was 'awake', she could crawl into his arms and he would ease away her worries with just his touch and heartbeat under her ear. She knew he wouldn't pull her into him when she was already sleeping—too concerned with jostling her awake to take the risk.

Her back was to him and she tried her best to make her breathing seem serene and even.

It didn't take long for his to mellow out and she knew he had plunged into dreams.

Her first tears started falling immediately. Would the news of a baby on the way change everything between them? They had never even discussed if they would have kids, let alone when! She highly doubted Toby had planned on them popping them out before the wedding even happened.

She knew Toby too well to think he'd ever leave her to raise a baby on her own, especially with their recent commitment to each other, but maybe Toby didn't want kids. Spencer shook her head, running her hands through her hair in stress. They had made jokes about it, alluded to a future with their hybrids running around, but they hadn't sat down and discussed how many kids they wanted and when they would start trying and what size house and yard they would need. Would they get a family dog? They had Minin, she supposed.

Oh god, it was all too much. After an hour of running through different scenarios of the future, all of which involved Spencer waddling down the aisle as her size rivaled that of a beluga whale, Spencer threw herself out of bed and slipped out of the room.

In the kitchen, she splashed water on her face before pouring herself a glass from the pitcher in the fridge. Drinking it down quick enough that her throat clenched in distaste to the coolness, Spencer tried to regulate her breathing.

She knew it was shallow and selfish and absolutely… childish to worry about her figure on her wedding day when she had a life form growing inside her. It was just that when she had always pictured that day since she was a little girl, she was always looking her very best. Glowing with beauty and femininity and sculpted curves. The dress she had already bought would never work with that vision, and she knew she'd have to get an entire new dress if she was going to carry this baby to term.

Not that she ever would consider the alternative option. Spencer knew, if this baby was really in there, she was having it. There would be no adoption or termination. The idea of giving up a part of her and part of Toby was just impossible to contemplate.

If this was real though, how on earth would she tell Toby? What would he even say? They were nineteen, still getting their degrees, not exactly rolling in money or time to spare to raise a child. Her parents were paying for the majority of the wedding, or else they wouldn't even be doing that. But a teen pregnancy? Somehow she doubted her parents would be as willing.

She knew she had it easier than a lot of other people in her situation, but this was still feeling like all too much.

"Spence?" a soft, sleepy voice came and she jumped in alarm.

Toby was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and watching her in concern. She wondered how long he had been standing there—probably not long, judging by how confused and tired he looked.

Spencer quickly wiped her eyes as subtly as she could. "Just… needed some water."

"You're crying." Toby stated, his brow puckered as he crossed the room to brush away her tears.

Spencer wanted to turn away, but she craved his touch too much. She caved, letting him gently caress her cheeks, and she melted into his embrace. "Bad dream." she lied.

His lips pressed against her forehead as he held her. "Want to talk about?"

She shook her head. "This is helping more." Her response was more honest this time. She never lied to Toby, if she could help it, and she wasn't looking to get into a habit of it. She decided that she needed to know for sure about if this pregnancy was real or not. Then, and only then, could she get a clear enough head to figure out what she was going to do with that information and how to go about telling Toby about it. Now wasn't the time, but she didn't want to have to keep lying in order to keep it a secret.

Toby had no idea what was going on in her head, so he simply rubbed her back soothingly. "Just remember it's not real. It's just a dream. And as long as I'm here, I'll keep you safe."

She nodded, snuggling closer. "Let's go back to bed."

Toby followed her, his hand in hers, and they climbed under the covers. This time Spencer nestled into his arms, her head on his shoulder, and breathing came much easier. This man, this gentle, loving man, was her soul mate. She knew that. So if they had kids early in their lives or much later when they were more prepared, it didn't matter. She knew they could handle whatever was thrown their way.

With the plan to make a doctor's appointment first thing in the morning, Spencer fell asleep to the steady beat of Toby's heart.

It luckily wasn't too hard to get away the next day. Toby was off and normally they did errands together, but she managed to convince him that she needn't be accompanied to drop off some new wedding info to Melissa's condo or to pick up the bakery cake samples they had ordered. She promised that as soon as she got back, they'd get to the rest of the wedding planning.

Now, although she knew she was better off not freaking out her fiancé with potentially false news, she sort of wished he was with her at the doctor's office. She had lucked in and called right after another patient had cancelled, and the early morning slot managed to work out with everything else she had to do.

Sitting there, in the cushioned-yet-still-uncomfortable waiting room chair, Spencer fidgeted. She picked at her nails, kept rechecking her phone, and probably looked like a highly impatient person. She was so anxious about the whole thing affecting her personal life that she hadn't even thought about what others would think and now it was all rushing at her like an avalanche. Would her friends be supportive? Likely. But what about their parents or significant others? What would people back home say, or at school? And even today, since she slipped in where she could, she wasn't even seeing her regular doctor! Would they judge her for getting pregnant at the ripe old age of nineteen? Spencer already got enough shifty-eyes sent in her direction from the sparkly ring donned on her left hand, she did not need another reason to convince people that she was an irresponsible, irrational teenager. She wasn't some lovesick little girl—Toby was her soulmate and he was her life and she'd be damned if she let anyone try to convince her that anything about them was anything less than perfect.

But she knew, when her stomach started blooming, that they'd all look at her ring with a little more knowing in their eyes.

Ah, well, at least the boy is responsible. They're doing the proper thing.

Unconsciously, Spencer covered her left hand with her right, trying to stop her foot from jiggling in nervousness.

Why were doctor's offices always running late?

The truth is, there was a possibility that Spencer was just late. It happens to people, even the highly regular people. Maybe it was from the stress of the wedding. Maybe she was just breaking out of her regular schedule. Maybe she recalculated wrong… six times.

Spencer and Toby were responsible. After they became a couple, they both had gotten STD screen tests done to make sure they wouldn't accidentally transfer any unknown infections to each other seeing as plenty were asymptomatic, especially for women, and they both had previous sexual partners. And they used condoms. And she was on birth control, until a little while ago when she went off of it. She didn't like the idea of being on synthetic hormones for too many years, and she was past the adolescent age where acne was a big issue. She was fortunate that her menstrual cramps so far had been manageable and her regularity didn't suffer, so her decision had been a rather easy one. Toby hadn't minded—he wanted her to do whatever she felt was right for her and her body.

But being off of them meant her body was now open to being a baby factory. And if she was honest, there were a few times, a few too many she felt now, that she and Toby had forgone the condom in the heat of passion, especially when they were having a good night. There was always the argument that she was on the pill, and their STD screens came back clean so that wasn't a concern, but she didn't have that same excuse anymore. No condom and no birth control meant their chance of pregnancy was high, and she was considered a person having unsafe sex.

The idea of sex with Toby being classified as 'unsafe' nearly made Spencer laugh out loud. She trusted Toby with her entire being and the word felt wrong on her tongue when referring to their lovemaking. But by medical standards, that was exactly what they had engaged in, and Spencer felt herself slouch in her chair a little in disappointment. She had never wanted to be one of those girls—pregnant before she gets to enjoy her own youth. She had so many ambitions and dreams she wanted to reach before she got to enjoy that stage of her life, but the Hastings blood didn't save her plan from going awry. So much for responsibility and organization being in the genes.

"Spencer Hastings?" the receptionist finally called out, and Spencer got on her feet to follow the lady down the hall.

She was lead to a room three doors down on the right, and settled in the chair next to the desk.

"The doctor will be with you momentarily."

Spencer nodded gratefully, her mind buzzing too much to speak besides a squeaky thank you.

It was only a couple minutes later that a knock on the door came and a blonde man a few years older than her entered the room looking at the clipboard in his hands that she knew was her medical file.

"My name is Dr. Campbell, and you must be Spencer Hastings…" He looked up with a smile and his eyes changed immediately, his smile sliding into something else. "Or you can call me Andrew if it makes you more comfortable."

"Dr. Campbell is fine." she said with a grimace, crossing her legs, feeling a little uneasy at the way he was regarding her. She wasn't blind—she knew what a man looked like when he was attracted to a woman.

She figured she'd set him straight rather quickly with the topic they were about to dive into.

"What can I do for you, Spencer?"

You can swipe that cocky smile off your face because I am never going to give you what you want.

"Um, well, my period is late by about a week and a half. And it's not usually at all. So I think I might be pregnant. I was hoping to get a blood test or something concrete to determine if I am."

His eyes, thankfully, didn't widen too much. He pulled out a pen.

"Is your menstrual cycle normally regular?"

She nodded. "Very."

"When did your last period start?"

Spencer gave him an exact date, which proved her theory about how regular her period was since he smiled a little.

"And you're not currently taking birth control? It looks like your prescription has expired."

"I'm no longer taking it, no. And yes, I'm sexually active. And yes, on occasion, we haven't been 'safe'." she answered quickly, not wanting to play 20 questions all day and hoping they could just get to the test portion.

"Have you done a take-home test yet? The kind you buy from a drug store?"

She shook her head.

"Okay, Spencer. I have those in my office. I can give you one to take home with you or you can do it here if you'd rather. As for a blood test, I'll fill out the form for that and you can take it to the clinic downstairs. Both of them should be able to tell you now if you're pregnant or not."

"It's not too early?"

He shook his head. "If you're sure about when your period was supposed to start, and your last one, then you're safe. You can take them as early as the first day of your missed period, and you're about a week and a half past that. That puts you at about two weeks post-conception, so the hCG hormone that the tests are looking for? Will already be in production."

Spencer remembered biology class. hCG is produced by the placenta shortly after the embryo attaches to the uterine lining and builds up rather quickly in the first few days of pregnancy. It's usually why people start noticing symptoms so fast after becoming pregnant.

"Have you been experiencing any of the typical early pregnancy symptoms? Nausea? Fatigue? Breast tenderness?"

Spencer shook her head. "Not that I've noticed. I've sort of been under a lot of stress, so the first two I probably wouldn't have even recognized as symptoms of something else."

"Do you want to discuss options for if you have a positive result?"

"There are no options. I'm having this baby. And I know my fiancé will be with me on that."

He finally seemed to notice her ring. "Ah, well, congratulations."

She smiled. "Thank you. And thank you so much for your help."

He pulled out the promised urine test from a drawer in his desk and handed it to her, standing up to lead her out of the door.

"You're welcome, Spencer. Best of luck with everything."

Spencer pushed the box into her purse, grateful she had room, and left the office with a nervous knot in her stomach.

She decided that she would wait until she was alone to take the test at home, and from there, depending on the result, she would find another day to do the blood test. After picking up the cake samples, Spencer headed home to play up the carefree wife-to-be whose biggest concern was whether they wanted red velvet or French vanilla for their big day. She wasn't sure if Toby would see right through her act or not, but she knew she had to try.

Maybe it was wrong of her to keep such an impending secret to herself. After all, a baby would dramatically affect both of them. But Spencer wasn't ready to share yet. She needed time to process, to evaluate, and she just couldn't find it in herself to share the burden of wondering.

Toby had been enraptured with playing with Minin when she came through the door so both boys were unaware of her presence.

Spencer couldn't help but smile at the sight. Those two were a pair. She remembered when Toby first admitted to her rather hesitantly that he had adopted the stray. It was such a Toby thing to do, and that cat worshipped him. He loved it in return with all of the affection and kindness she had come to expect from the blue-eyed man.

It definitely made her breathe a little easier about the potential news she might share with him. Although she knew their situation wasn't ideal, she had no doubt that Toby would be an amazing father when the time came. She had never seen him around children, but she couldn't imagine him not blowing her expectations there too.

"Sometimes I think you two should have your own room." Spencer teased as she kicked off her shoes and locked the door behind her.

Toby released Minin from his tickling prison and crossed the room to take the bakery box from her, a mischievous smile on his face. "I could say the same about you when one of the girls comes over. I think the next place we get we'll have to make sure we have a second bedroom."

Spencer dropped her purse into her room, rolling her eyes at his playful jab, and wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him properly.

Toby, being a man and one who was very in love, kissed her back immediately, but was rather surprised at her enthusiasm. Her lips were almost greedy, kissing him harder than he expected, her fingers fisting his t-shirt to hold him close. She breathed a sigh as she pulled back.

"What was that for?" he asked amusedly, knowing that was more than just a greeting kiss.

She shrugged. "Because I love you."

If she hadn't moved away to start unpacking the box, he would've lassoed her back in for more of that. After nearly a year together, Toby still found his affection and desire for her insatiable.

He settled for kissing her temple and wrapping his arm around her waist as he used his other hand to help her set up the table. He had already brought out forks and plates for them to eat with.

"So… we have almond cake, carrot cake, classic pound cake with truffle filling, mocha buttercream cake, peanut butter truffle, and southern red velvet." Spencer announced, double-checking their list.

Each of the mini cakes came with little flags with their title and descriptions on them.

"I have been looking forward to this since I proposed." Toby said, sitting down and dragging the first cake towards him greedily.

Spencer laughed at his child-like enthusiasm. She knew Toby had a weakness for sweets but it was still adorable to see it in the flesh.

They began digging into the different desserts, moaning over the deliciousness of some and going for seconds for others. They knew no matter what they picked, it would be amazing.

"I think the almond one is too… almond-y." Spencer said, for lack of a better word. "I mean, almond buttercream in an almond pound cake with candied almonds? Tone it down a little?"

Toby laughed. "I agree. I also don't think the carrot cake is really wedding occasion appropriate. It just feels too after-a-dinner-party."

Spencer looked at him in surprise. "I didn't know you spoke Hastings."

"It rubs off." he replied cheekily, grinning at her.

"My mom was the one who suggested that anyways. She loves carrot cake more than she loves me. But I agree. So that one's off the table." Spencer said, scratching it out on her checklist. "I wasn't over the moon about the red velvet to be honest. I'm not a huge cream cheese icing fan though, so maybe that's why."

"The peanut butter truffle was amazing. I think we should buy a cake of that just for us. Like honeymoon cake."

Spencer couldn't help but giggle. "I don't think there is such thing as honeymoon cake… but you're right. That one was amazing. I just worry too much about allergies, so I think we should cut that off the list too."

Toby sighed. "Yeah, you're right. But honeymoon cake?"

"Honeymoon cake." Spencer agreed, unable to keep the amusement on her face as she put a star next to it to remind herself to order a small cake for her and Toby to share post-wedding.

"I definitely liked the truffle filling one, but I found it pretty rich. I'm voting Mocha Buttercream."

Spencer beamed. "I was hoping you'd say that. That was my favourite. Vanilla pound cake layered with mocha buttercream and iced in vanilla buttercream." she read as she circled the choice on her sheet.

Toby smiled, having known she enjoyed it the most out of them all and that it was her first choice. He wanted to get whatever made her the happiest, and he felt like it would go over well with everyone regardless.

"As soon as you read off the descriptions, I knew my caffeine princess wouldn't be able to resist the mocha flavoured one." he teased, and she flung a forkful of crumbs at him.

Unfortunately, she wasn't a practiced fork flinger, so it mostly just went everywhere except on Toby, causing him to laugh.

"Are you sure you were a field hockey star in high school? Your hand-eye coordination needs some work."

When Spencer threw the last of the carrot cake at his face for the remark, she hit the bullseye and Toby made a mental note not to challenge his high competitive fiancée again when there were still projectiles nearby.

Cream cheese icing was significantly less delicious when it was halfway up your nose.

Deciding on the wedding day itinerary hadn't been a picnic, but was a huge thing to finish, so both were grateful when it was complete. Wedding photos would be done between the ceremony and reception, after the meet and greet with the newlyweds, and was allotted two hours. Following that, there would be the introduction/thank yous done by the two of them. Then there was the toast to the bride done by her father. Since his mom had passed, Spencer suggested maybe asking his grandmother to speak.

When they had visited them over the summer for a few days, Joanie had been adamant about being involved in helping with the wedding somehow, even just on the big day, and it would be a perfect way to showcase just how important she, as well as her husband, were to Toby. Although he loved his step-mother too, he knew the one who spoke at his wedding should be her.

Then of course came the maid of honour/best man speeches. And finally, the newlywed's first dance, and all of the other usual traditions.

Both of them were grateful to get out of the loft after all of that decision making on time slots and timing. They were excited for the big day, but the planning was so time-consuming and draining sometimes. They just wanted to be married, officially committed to one another for life, and all of the technicalities seemed so frivolous in comparison to what the union was really about. Still, it was an exciting time and they tried to enjoy it to the best of their abilities.

Wedding band shopping was a lot more exciting. Choosing the rings they would wear from then on, the ring they would place on the other's finger as they stood before all of their friends and family, held a lot more meaning than what time Spencer would throw the bouquet behind her for the single ladies.

Spencer leaned into Toby as they browsed the many different choices they had laid out before them.

"If I could do more with a hammer besides smash open a piggy bank, and if they weren't so plain, I'd suggest those." she told him quietly, snickering at the matching screw and wrench set. One had a protrusion with threads like a screw and a diamond on top while the male counterpart was a wrench head in the middle of the band.

"Some of these compatible ones are too much." Toby replied in agreement, eying a pair that were plain silver with the inscriptions 'I love you' on one and 'I know' on the other.

"I think the ones imitating a heart monitor are cute… but not us. Maybe if we were both in the medical field." Spencer said with a shrug, letting her eyes scan over some other possibilities.

"Do you want to have a stone on yours? Or do you want something more plain?" Toby asked, figuring they could narrow it down by a lot by that one small fact.

"I was looking for one without. I already have a beautiful stone with my engagement ring. I don't want it to look overcrowded. If it did, it would have to be small." Spencer said with a sigh. "I really like the compatible ones, that match rather than imitate, but I guess it doesn't really matter. They're all beautiful."

Toby suddenly spotted something towards the back that he could actually see himself wearing. Something about it tugged on his heartstrings and he pointed it out to his bride-to-be.

"What about something like that?"

The moment he saw Spencer's eyes widen in thrill he knew they had found their choice.

The two rings were white gold, and sitting side by side they created the perfect heart shape. One half had tiny diamonds, the other was simply indented with the mirroring shape, and they would both look decent without being next to each other too.

"It's perfect. Toby, it's perfect." Spencer couldn't help but breathe, suddenly feeling a little emotional. Somehow, buying wedding bands with him had made the whole thing seem more real than anything else they had done.

Not caring about the other people milling around the shop, she leaned up to kiss him softly. "They're perfect."

Toby's eyes were so full of love when he stared back at her that she knew he too was feeling the sudden shift of reality. They were really going to do it. They were really going to get married. Age, family, responsibilities, be damned.

Flagging over one of the sales associates, the engaged couple began the paperwork. Spencer knew if she didn't distract herself soon, she was going to have to drag Toby out of the store so they wouldn't get charged with public indecency.

Once everything was signed and ready to go, they headed back to their loft arm-in-arm.

They both were quiet, absorbing the day, but Toby started to worry that maybe something else was bugging Spencer.

"Everything okay?"

She nodded as they entered the Rear Window Brew. "I'm just impatient to get home."

"Oh." Toby said, still sort of confused, but ascending the stairs to their loft.

She smiled a little. "I just really want to be alone with you right now."

Catching her eye as he unlocked the door, he suddenly understood exactly what was on her mind. Her pupils were already dilated and it hit him that she had been thinking about that very thing the entire time they had walked home.

"Oh." Toby replied hoarsely, blood rushing south immediately.

Spencer grinned as she locked the door behind them and unzipped her dress so it fell to her ankles. "Like I said, I'm impatient. So you better start undressing."

It didn't take him long to catch on. Toby untucked his shirt and began removing his pants, working on the buttons of his dress shirt as quickly as he could manage.

Spencer was too impatient to wait for that. She yanked it open forcefully, sending at least three buttons flying. "I'll sew those back on for you." she said huskily before colliding her mouth with his.

Toby swore that was the best dirty talk he'd ever received, and he greedily helped her out of the rest of her clothes, his hands taking inventory of every bare inch of her body he could reach.

"Bedroom?" he asked, muffled in her neck as she clawed at his back.

"No… right here." she whispered, pulling him down on top of her on the rug in the living room. She didn't care about carpet burn or anything except how soon they could be connected as one.

Toby was all for her plan, feeling just as impatient now.

"Spence… I should at least go get a—" He didn't get to finish his sentence, groaning as her hand grasping him below the belt distracted him completely.

She began moving her hand skillfully, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down his throat as he thrust into her touch. "Don't worry about it. I want to feel you."

Any argument he might have had was completely forgotten as her last sentence hung in the air between their heavy breaths and noises of approval.

Spencer wasn't sure what had come over her. She figured her sudden absolute need for sex was one of the more fun symptoms of early pregnancy—increase in sex drive. Was that a thing? And if she really was pregnant, it's not as though she could get pregnant again, right? So who cared if they used a contraceptive now?

"Spence…" he practically pleaded into her neck when he finally was moving between her legs. She felt so good, everything felt so good. He wasn't sure what had come over her, since her enthusiasm to this degree wasn't something that usually happened in the middle of the day out of the blue, but he wasn't complaining.

Their sex life had always been healthy and active and definitely beyond enjoyable. But there were those certain times, like now, where everything just felt a few notches better. When their need for each other was clear in every single brushing of skin and meeting of lips and scratching of scalp.

Before long, Spencer was shuddering beneath him, crying out his name as her body withstood the waves of pleasure emitting from her core.

He didn't last a moment more, the feel of her nails dug deep in his back and the sight of her losing complete control in his arms was enough.

He kissed her face and neck as they lay there in a tangled heap.

"Where in the world did that come from?"

She was panting and stroking his hair lovingly. "Who cares? Let's have sex like that every day."

Toby chuckled and buried his face in her neck as he got more comfortable. "Deal. But if you ever figure it out, make sure to share. No secrets, right?"

Spencer nodded but couldn't help but glance towards her forgotten purse by the front door, the weight of the test inside pushing on her heart.