how old is Spencer? And if she's fostering or adopting Ashley, any kind of sexual relation would be completely twisted and really not allowed. - Is something like age usually stated in a first chapter or something? You'll find out eventually. Annnnnd I'll keep that mind. This isn't some perverted mother, daughterish, sexual fantasy story. It'll all be good though.

I really love the start of this story i cant wait to see if spencer gets to take care of ashley and wat involves in between them cuz u know they will eventually fall in love...PMS NOW! - I'm glad you like the start of my story, thank you for reading, but you probably shouldn't jump to conclusions. This story could be – Spencer adopts Ashley and then falls in love with Madison -and end up one of those weird Madison, Spencer stories..

Ohh now I'm tempted.

Haha.

A/N Thanks for reading, I'll try to make updating everyday or have at least posted twice a week. It's hard to fit writing in between high school. Also, the chapters after this one should be longer. I just needed a few quick ones to start the story off.

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His eyes were dry ice- cold, dangerous, hard, painful- she couldn't stare at them a second longer. Dropping her eyes, they landed on her folded hands. Husband and wife sat in the living room, side by side on the couch, they were both peacefully reading. The peace ended the moment Spencer's lips parted. She had spent the entire day worrying, worrying about Ashley, worrying about Aiden's reaction to her plans, worrying about herself. The worry with Aiden was finally over but it did nothing to ease her apprehension about the situation. It was obvious her husband wasn't happy with the news. She felt his eyes drilling holes into her, she shifted uncomfortably under his penetrating gaze.

"How could you think of doing this to us?" He asked with controlled anger. "We left Ohio to get away from all of that, to start over, and now you want to bring that back? Under my roof?"

Blue eyes followed a single, slender finger, watching as it sharply dug into the skin of her other hand. She had expected Aiden to be angry, it would be more surprising if he wasn't angry, but that didn't make the conversation less tense. It felt wrong to feel anything towards the Davies, the Woods- it felt incredibly wrong- in her mind, she knew it was wrong, but her heart told her something different. "How do I make you understand, Aiden?" She turned her head. "Christine is dead, Ashley lost her mother, sister, and father. She has no one else-"

"There has to be someone else. A relative a close friend-"

"There are no relatives. Both her grandparents are dead, her father was an only child, and Christine was adopted. There is no else."

Frustrated, Aiden looked away from his wife and stared at theTV screen. Nothing played on the nice plasma television, absolutely nothing, but that didn't stop his eyes from focusing solely on the black screen. "Why can't you let this go?" His voice was quiet, strained. "I'm sure they'll put her in a good home, she'll have a nice family, she'll be happy Spencer. It doesn't have to be us."

"I need it to be us." Blue eyes watched the muscular frame of her husband stand from the couch and begin to walk away. His posture told her he was upset, him being upset made her angry, she didn't understand why he was acting so indifferent. "Have you heard the details of this case? We grew up around these people-"

"Don't remind me!" He snapped, shocking his wife into a deaf silence. "I'm going to bed." He sighed heavily. "Don't make anymore decisions without talking to me first." He looked intently at her. "I should have a say in this, being your husband and all."

Spencer watched him walk out of the room and then settled back against the couch. The door closing echoed as blue eyes slowly closed. She was exhausted and quickly fell into an uncomfortable sleep.