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Author's notes: Okay, so everyone for taking so long with this update…been tired lately. I see my fic was on second page already. People are just throwing stories on this site. I decided to write this chapter in third person, and I HATE IT! But I hope you guys like it, I'll add the other characters later on. Anyway, enjoy:
GASP!
"Is that an engagement ring on your finger?" Paula asks. Glen is nearly choking on his sushi Brittany smacks his back a couple of times and he swallows it.
"Did I hear correctly?" Glen states.
"Uhm, yeah." Spencer starts. "Ashley and I are engaged."
"Spencer, can I talk to you for a second." Paula asks her daughter politely with this creepy smile plastered on her face.
"I'll be back in a second." Spencer tells Ashley. Ashley wasn't stupid, she knew exactly what Paula wanted to 'talk' about, but she bit her lip and let Spencer go. Paula slightly drags away from the table.
"Spencer Carlin, I have put up with this long enough!" She says with a harsh whisper. "But marriage? How are you going to arrange that? And what will people think of you then?"
"I don't care what other people think mom! Ashley taught me that. And don't worry about how I'm going to arrange it, all I want to know is; are you going to show or not."
"This is ridiculous."
Meanwhile at the table, a waiter is packing up Paula's food, but Glen and Ashley are so into their conversation that they don't notice. Glen is hassling Ashley about the engagement.
"Wha- How exactly do two women get married? I don't get it!" Glen beams loudly.
"The exact same way a man and woman get married." Ashley snaps at him.
"No, that's not normal!"
"And neither are you but we still put up with you." Brittany snickers at this comment.
To Brittany: "What's so funny?" Glen asks.
"Apparently you." Brittany replies.
"I can't believe you, girls aren't supposed to get married to each other!"
"Excuse me? Have you lost your mind, yes they can genius." To Ashley: "Congrats Ashley, I'm happy for you and I wish you the best."
"Thank you." 'She's not so bad after all' Ashley thinks to herself as she's smiling at Brittany. Spencer returns to the table, Ashley looks at Spencer and she sees that her eyes are red and puffy, but doesn't say anything.
"Where's mom?" Glen asks.
"She left." Spencer silently replies.
"What? She's my ride! Come on Brittany!" Glen hops up and yanks Brittany with him, she barely even says goodbye because of him. Ashley scoots closer to Spencer and wraps her arms around her.
"Spencer, baby what happened?"
"My mom and I got into an argument about this engagement, and it didn't end well. She told me that I'm a disgrace to the family and that I'm going to burn in hell."
"Spence, you can't let stuff like that get to you."
"But you don't understand she's my mother."
"Well, maybe she is, but I'm your fiancé, and I come first." Spencer laughs. Ashley just smiles and asks her blonde beauty if she's ready to go. Spencer nods and Ashley asks for the check.
"89 freaking dollars?!" Ashley practically yells.
"Yes mam, the other women who left told me you'd cover the bill."
"That bitch." Ashley says under her breath. "Fine, here, keep the change." Ashley and Spencer exit the restaurant and head back towards their home.
The next morning Spencer awakes in an empty bed. She's about to get out of bed.
"No, stay there." Ashley says from the doorway.
"Oh, morning Ash."
"Morning, I thought I'd be the perfect fiancé and bring you breakfast in bed."
"Are you kidding?" Spencer says with a tone.
"What? Did I do something wrong?" Ashley says worried.
"You were always perfect Ashley Davies." Spencer smiles as Ashley's frown turns back into a smile. She walks over the bed and sits the tray in front of Spencer. She kisses her cheek and leaves.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"To run some errands, I love you." And she was gone.
Madison was sitting in her office filing papers. She was head of a newspaper column, you know the ones where people give you advice, well, she was finishing a reply when, "Ms. Duarte, you have a visitor."
"Okay, send them in." Five minutes later a guy walks in with flowers.
"Hey baby, I just wanted to surprise you."
"Hey!" She excitedly jumps from her desk and hugs the mysterious man followed by a kiss. "I thought you were in New York."
"Well, I was, but I missed you."
"How sweet."
"Let me take you to lunch later on."
"Okay, I guess I'll see you then." She kisses him once again, and he leaves. "My day is going to be great."
"God, I love you." Glen whispers into Brittany's ear.
"I love you too." She whispers back as they continue their heated make-out session. Glen gets on top of Brittany and pulls a condom out of his pocket.
"What are you doing?" Brittany asks him.
"What? You don't want to?"
"It's not that, nothing." And she continues kissing him, he unzips her pants.
"Okay, stop."
"What is wrong with you?" He asks trying to keep his voice down.
"I just, I don't know, I'm going through so much."
"What can you possibly be going through?"
"A lot Glen, you obviously don't know anything about me."
"Then why can't we have sex?"
"Because I'm pregnant!" Brittany gasps and puts her hand over her mouth.
Wow…Glen with a kid? That must suck. I hated this chapter, I bet you did too. Criticism is needed, but not really.