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Chapter 2
TPOV
He loved his job. He loved being able to drive around the city and point out buildings that he had been given the opportunity to work on. He drove under the shadow of the skyscraper his team worked on last year as he made his way to Spencer's office building. He was experiencing a level of career success that he had never anticipated, and he couldn't help but feel a small sense of pride in himself for being on the road to accomplishing his dreams.
He pulled up in front of Spencer and Hanna's office building and put his truck in to park. He didn't bother to get out because he knew that his anal, obsessively early, adorable wife would be watching for him. It was 5 minutes past the time he said that he'd arrive, but she'd still be watching.
And sure enough, he had scarcely had time to take a quick drink of water from the bottle in his cup holder before Spencer gracefully exited the building. Her radiant smile stood out amongst the bustling, rush hour crowd. He looked at her and swore that he could pick her out anywhere. A football stadium sized crowd, a masquerade, a dark room... he would always be able to find her. That's what love was.
"Today was absolutely wild," Spencer groaned as she climbed into the truck. "These clients said they wanted one room done, right? Ha! No, they actually want their whole first floor redesigned. And our boss is basically requiring that these be priority customers, so we're going to have to push back all of our appointments, and-"
He laughed. He couldn't help it. She was so cute when her anxiety came out to play. He put a hand on her thigh. "Easy there, Spence. Let it go for the night and enjoy yourself."
She let out a long breath and nodded, sinking into her seat. "You're right, of course." She grinned and pushed his hair back. "You're always right."
After a quick peck to her lips he put the car in drive and drove to the foreign movie theater. They kept up a sense of companionable silence. The drive to the theater was fast, despite the traffic. Or maybe it was because he was content to stay in the car with Spencer forever. Either way, the drive seemed too short. He parked on the curb and immediately walked to Spencer's side and opened the door for her.
She laughed and grabbed his hand so he could help her down. "You don't have to do that, you know."
"I know," he said simply. He didn't have to give her an elaborate response. She knew.
If he wasn't sitting in an enclosed car he would be pacing. As it was he was tugging on his hair to the point that if Spencer didn't come out soon he was probably going to go prematurely bald.
He didn't know why he was so nervous. They had been on dates before, many dates. But this was different. Everything was different now that he came to a certain realization.
His frazzled nerves calmed slightly as Spencer slid into the car. He would have gotten out to open the door for her if he had noticed her coming. "You look beautiful," he said softly. And he wasn't just saying that. Her short black dress made her legs look like the went on for days, and it made her skin look softer and creamier than usual. God, he was so lucky that she chose him.
She laughed and intertwined their hands together. "You don't look so bad yourself."
He internally scoffed, but he wasn't willing to start that particular argument again. She compared a weed to the entire garden. "Is that Italian place alright for dinner? I'm craving some lasagna."
"Oh you know how I can put away my pasta," she joked, lifting his hand to her lips absentmindedly.
And as soon as his hand met her lips he pulled over to the side of the road and turned the car off. Spencer gasped when he hit the breaks, putting a bad on the truck's roof to steady herself. "What the hell, Toby?"
"I need to tell you something, and I'm a little worried it's going to send you running. And that would honestly break my heart." His voice was much quieter than usual, and he was aware that he was kind of sounding like a girl. But he couldn't help it. Spencer brought out all of his mushy sides.
"What are you talking about, Toby? Are you alright?"
Great, he was worrying her. Not his intention. "I'm fine," he said softly. He turned to look at her, framing her face in his hands. "I'm fine. Spencer-" he cut himself off to swallow deeply. "Spencer, I think I'm in love with you."
He just looked into her eyes, searching for a response. The hysterical laughter that slipped through her lips wasn't exactly what he was hoping for. He released her and nodded a few times, trying to keep the disappointment off of his face. He wouldn't be one of those guys that pushed her. Maybe- maybe if he hadn't screwed things up too badly it would be something that developed over time.
"No, hey, Toby," she grabbed his hand and started rubbing out a circular pattern on the back of it with her thumb. "Listen, I didn't laugh because what you said was ridiculous or because I d-didn't feel the same way," she said earnestly. "I laughed because- I-I love you too."
He just looked at her for a second, studying her face. Was she just saying it to make him feel better? No, he could see the truth of her declaration in her eyes. She loved him. He smiled widely and leaned over to kiss her, putting one hand on the small of her back and the other at the base of her neck. She responded immediately by gently stroking his face. He pulled back and looked down at her for a second, his smile only growing. "I love you," he repeated, happy that he didn't have to hold back that particular sentiment any longer.
"I love you too," she whispered again, with a grin. She leaned up to kiss him again and again, each one more passionate than the last.
Needless to say, they didn't make it to the restaurant that night.
They walked together into the theater hand in hand. He couldn't stop the wide smile from appearing on his face at Spencer's excitement. He could care less what movie they saw as long as it made her smile like that. Hell, he'd walk across hot coals to make her smile like that.
The movie was a blur. He was pretty sure that the plot involved windows and people staring forlornly out of them, but he was too busy watching the enraptured look on Spencer's face. She always got so engrossed in these foreign films, and he honestly found it endearing as hell.
After the credits began to roll they walked together to his truck, their hands intertwined together like usual. He was always so in awe of the way they fit together. Like two puzzle pieces. They fit together perfect. Nothing had ever felt better.
"So, what did you think?" Spencer asked as they climbed into the truck. "I loved the ending scene. Usually movies can't surprise me, but I wasn't expecting that."
"Shocking," he agreed, even though he had no idea what had happened. He had been too busy creepily staring at his wife.
"You hated it," she surmised immediately. She was far too intuitive for her own good, although she wasn't quite right. "I told you we should have gone to see something else!"
"I didn't hate it," he protested. "I was just- distracted."
"By what?" She laughed. "It was a dark movie theater. I was probably all that you could see besides the screen."
"Exactly," he laughed. "Stop being so distracting."
"You're a dork." She grabbed his hand to soften the mild insult. "But I guess I'll keep you around."
He glanced at the clock, not quite ready to go home yet. "You hungry?" He didn't know why he was asking her the question. He knew what her answer would be.
"Not really, but I could use-"
"A coffee." He completed her sentence with a laugh. He flicked on the turn signal and headed in the direction of her favorite cafe. He really did know her too well, but he didn't care. He liked knowing her quirks, habits, and responses. He liked knowing everything about her. "You should just consider getting your caffeine through an IV. I'm sure your blood is more coffee than actual blood at this point."
"Don't make fun of me," she laughed in good nature. "I have plenty on you, Cavanaugh."
He lifted their intertwined hands and pressed his lips to the back of hers. "I love you, Spence." He didn't know why he was changing the subject into more serious waters, but he just had to say it.
"I love you-"
But before she could finish her sentence she was cut off by a loud crashing noise. He watched in horror as Spencer's side of the car crumpled up around her. He moved to help her, but the car rolled on its side again and again and again. He didn't know what way was up or down. Hell, he barely could think of his own name. All he knew was that the car needed to stop so he could check on the one that meant the world to him.
Suddenly pain exploded throughout his entire body. He thought it might have started in his stomach, but he wasn't sure. Soon it radiated everywhere. Pain. Blood. Brokeness.
Finally the car stopped. It probably lasted a few seconds, but to him it felt like an eternity. He reached out with a trembling hand and put it against Spencer's bloody, still arm. "Spence," he managed to force out before his world went dark and he passed out.
