We agreed to meet over coffee at the little café right in the heart of Rosewood.

I had woken up feeling disgusting and cranky. As soon as I opened one eye, I was running to the bathroom to empty my already empty stomachs contents. It really didn't help that I was nervous about telling him.

I slipped on some dark jeans, which, much to my lament, were already getting too tight.

Since I felt too crappy to do anything with my face and hair, I went au natural and put no make-up on and just brushed my hair into its normal wavy state.

I drove slowly in my highlander, not wanting to reach my destination. We planned on meeting at 10 sharp, but I was already late, just as I planned on being. Even though we weren't technically together, I still had to make the boy wait.

It suddenly started to rain as soon as I geared my car into park, just my luck. Speaking of, I hadn't had much of any luck lately. The rain made me feel even worse, and I considered just turning around and going straight home, faking sick. Hiding under my covers, and never coming out.

I finally willed myself to get out of my car, I looked around, great, he is already here.

I guess I can say that im glad he showed. After what I 'did' to him, im glad he even answered the phone yesterday when Aria forced me to call him and set this up. But Aria was right. He had to know.

Alright, here I go.

He was sitting at the table farthest from the door, thank god. I knew it was him as soon as I saw his mass of brown hair.

If my life was a movie, I would have written this part outside, on a sunny day. In the park. I would see him. He would see me, at the exact same time. We would run to each other. Kiss. Oh, and I wouldn't be pregnant. It would be just as romantic as when Ariel turns into a human and finds Prince Eric. Or something like that.

I shuffled over to my broken prince charming. The café was way too quiet. Every footstep, every breath I took, made a noise much too loud.

"Toby…" I found myself unable to raise my voice above a whisper. "I…"

"Spencer," my beautiful boy said, standing up. He wrapped his strong arms around me, in his arms, I felt invincible. I burrowed my face into his neck. I was hoping, begging that this meant forgiveness. "You don't know how hard it is not to love you…" he trailed off.

"Toby," I repeated, with as much, if less volume as last time. "Toby we need to talk… serious,"

"Wait, first." He paused, unraveling himself from me. He looked my im the eyes. "Can we be in love again? Tell whatever douchebag that wants to be with you to fuck off, Spencer, I can't be without you. Never."

"Yes, Toby, I need you." God, I started crying. My damn hormones. "im sorry. Never again, baby."

"Love," he said, taking me into his embrance once again. We seemed to be atracking some stares from the other customers. "babe, why don't we go out to my truck. We can do what ever you want."

"Ok. But, Toby, we need to talk." I said, following him out into the rain and into his warming pick-up.

"Aright, whats on your mind sugarstick?" Toby always came up with just the pet name to make me feel better.

"Im just gonna say it strait out." I sighed, then my breathing began to pick up, as did my heartrate."Toby," I looked him right in the eyes,

"Im pregnant."