Hi friends! I know this is strange, hearing from me literally two days later but I just wanted to address all of you wonderful people who read and reviewed the last chapter. I am going through quite a time in my personal life right now (nothing serious, don't worry!) but the rapid outpour of love in your reviews that you gave me was just... indescribable. I love all of you. I wish I could reply to all of you. But just know that I'm there and I'm reading them all and I'm really, really appreciating everything you're giving me. Seriously. I couldn't love you more. :P

To answer a few questions- yes, you're going to see more from Toby's family down the road and how they tie into this family dynamic. Can't say it happens in this chapter, but it will. Yes, you're also going to see more of pregnant!Spencer because I love writing pregnancies and birth and all that jazz and you asked for it, anyway haha. I want to give you what you want because you're so good at giving me what I want (feedback, I mean, not reviews; it's all about quality, not quantity, see). Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. The title comes from "La Vie en Rose," which I'm sure everyone knows, right? It's in, like, every rom-com. Okay, not all of them, but most of them. So yeah, cool. Love you guys! See you next time!

this magic spell you cast

"This place really is beautiful," Hanna compliments, taking a sip from her glass. "You did not oversell."

"How many times have I told you that you guys need to move upstate?" Spencer asks. "The schools are great, no one knows who we are and all the neighborhoods look like this."

"Getting out of Rosewood would be another bonus," Hanna adds and Spencer nods in agreement. "And no one knows who you are? I beg to differ. The hostess seemed to know that this was your regular table."

"Okay, so we're regulars," Spencer shrugs. "Lilly could live off of this mac and cheese if I let her and Grace claims the PB&J is, in her words, 'practically perfect'."

Hanna smirks. "Practically perfect?"

"Mary Poppins is the newest obsession," Spencer says. "It's playing constantly. But yeah, sue me. This is the café I bribe my girls with when I want good behavior. We all have one."

"Yeah, see, I just tell Kenz I'll take her to Lucky Leon's. They still remember me there," Hanna chuckles and then turns to the end of the table, where the seven-year-olds are eating happily. "So Grace, what makes this PB&J better than all the others?"

"Because they use crunchy peanut butter," Grace says. "I used to not like it but it makes the sandwich taste better. Who knew?"

"Yup," Spencer says. "And I'm not even allowed to send PB&J with her to school anymore."

Grace shrugs. "You don't do it right."

Spencer shakes her head while McKenzie nods hers. "I know what you mean. My Mom can't make anything."

"Excuse you," Hanna shakes her head. "Are you starving, Kenz?"

Her mini-me giggles and says, "No."

"I didn't think so," Hanna defends herself. "We do okay. It's not like I'm gourmet or anything but-"

"But one time," McKenzie says hurriedly, chancing a bold glance at her mother. "She used a towel to get our pizza out of the oven 'cause the pan was hot and she lit it on fire."

Spencer's eyes widen. "Hanna!"

"I couldn't find the oven mitts!"

"Like a real fire?" Grace asks in awe. "Did the firefighters come?"

"No," McKenzie laughs again. "But Mom put everything in the sink and we stood on the counter and waved different towels over the alarms to push the smoke away."

"Oh my god," Spencer smirks and Hanna sighs.

"Not my finest moment, but we've all been there," Hanna says. "Come on, you've never burned anything?"

"Not enough to cause a legitimate fire," Spencer says. "What did Caleb say?"

"Daddy never found out," McKenzie says. "Mom ordered a pizza and then put it on the pan and pretended she made it!"

She and Grace burst into giggles and Hanna laughs too, asking, "Are you going to give away all my secrets, Kenz? Jeez!"

Lilly squeals and giggles from the end of the table, where she's spooning mac and cheese into her mouth and Hanna grins at the baby. "Do you believe these girls, Lil? You're the only one on my side."

She shoots Hanna an adorably cheesy grin, her face covered in sauce. The aforementioned blonde snaps a picture of the little one on her phone before tapping away at the keys. As Spencer begins cleaning Lilly's hands and face, she asks, "What is up with you today? You've been like the paparazzi since we got here."

"How is it that both of your kids look exactly like you?" Hanna asks instead, still tapping away at the screen on her phone. "Seriously, did Toby have anything to do with it or did you clone yourself?"

"I don't think they both look like me," Spencer disagrees. "Everyone says Grace is my mini-me but I've been seeing Toby in her lately more than I ever have. And I think Lilly is a really great mix of both of us, so-"

"She's blonde, Valencia makes her look like she's glowing," Hanna grins. "Oddly, it accentuates the cheese moustache too."

"What's Valencia?" Spencer wonders. "What are you doing?"

"Making your kids Insta-famous," Hanna grins. "There. See?"

She turns the phone towards her friend and staring back at her is Lilly's precious little cheese-face, bathed in an ethereal glow, on Hanna's Instagram. Beneath her daughter's face is a caption reading, Cheesin' real hard. #macncheeselove #girlsdayout #suburbia. Spencer stares a moment before asking, "And this is…?"

"Instagram, Spence. I just told you that," Hanna rolls her eyes, scrolls down a bit and then shows her a different picture. "I took this one a little while ago."

It's a photo of Grace and McKenzie sipping identical pink lemonades and grinning ear to ear. Hanna's captioned it, Best friends make life even sweeter. #graceandkenz #thosefaces #girlsdayout #suburbia. Spencer wonders, "But isn't that like… something teenagers are into?"

"Are you kidding?" Hanna exclaims. "Everyone has one."

"Everyone?" Spencer implores in disbelief. "Come on, not everyone."

"Everyone," Hanna insists and then taps her list of followers. "Aria."

Spencer gets just a moment to gloss over artsy shots of landscapes, books and Aria's two children before Hanna continues to scroll. "Okay, but that makes sense. I mean, she's a photographer, she's got her studio-"

"Caleb," Hanna then says and Spencer purses her lips.

"What does he even take pictures of?" Spencer wonders, taking the phone from her friend and thumbing through his photos. "Okay, a few couple shots, a lot of McKenzie, some from your trip to New York… Alright I get it."

"He doesn't use it as often as I do, but this is how I keep in touch with my client base," Hanna insists and snatches her phone to continue through her list. "Emily."

Emily has family shots, camping photos and lots of artwork and sports photos from the twins. Spencer concedes. "Okay, you've made your point."

"Paige," Hanna continues on. "My Mom, but mostly so that she can seem young. It's mostly just selfies."

Spencer chuckles. "That I would pay to see."

"Kate, who follows me like a little bitch and who I only follow to see how she's messing up her life," Hanna says. "She married some loser and then gained like thirty pounds and he dumped her for it. Serves her right."

"Want to watch your language?" Spencer warns her, eyeing the three young ones at the table who, luckily for them, weren't paying their mothers any mind. "And I'm so glad you took the high road, Han."

Hanna shrugs. "Alison."

"Alison?" Spencer sputters. "You follow Alison?"

"Well she followed me first," Hanna explains. "I honestly don't even know how she found me, but she likes everything I post and when I followed her back, it was a good way to kind of keep tabs on her. She's in Prague right now doing God knows what with God knows whom. Her Insta is literally filled with pictures of sunsets, wine glasses and foreign men."

Shaking her head, Spencer says, "That sounds about right."

"Ooh, this is a good one," Hanna chuckles. "Ezra."

"Ezra? As in, Fitz?"

"Do you know another Ezra?"

"God, I haven't heard that name in years," Spencer comments. "You follow Ezra?"

"Heck yes, his Instagram is hilarious," Hanna says. "Again, he followed me first and at first, I was a little freaked out by it, not going to lie. But I was too tempted- I followed him and I am so glad I did. It's all screenshots of the manuscripts he's typing on a legit typewriter- you can't make this stuff up- and pictures of little poems about love and loss. Dude has lost it. If he ever actually had it."

"Wow," Spencer replies. "You weren't kidding when you said everyone."

"Yeah, everyone but you," Hanna shakes her head. "You should get one. It's addicting."

"I'm not big on social media," Spencer says. "See, I don't know if you know this, but I was kind of tortured as a teenager through all forms of media and ever since then, it hasn't really done anything for me."

Hanna shoots her a look. "That's exactly why you should get one. It's liberating. It's putting yourself back out there. It's looking the Internet in the eye and saying, 'I'm not afraid anymore.' And it's a lot of fun."

"Yeah, well…" She sighs and then says, "Yours is blowing up. What is that?"

"Notifications, kind of like Facebook," Hanna tells her and then dispels the rumors as quickly as she can type. "All my followers are freaking out over Lilly, asking me if I had another baby. Dude, she's obviously like a year old. I didn't pop a kid out a year ago and not tell you till now!"

"She's sixteen months, actually," Spencer corrects her and again, Hanna shoots her look.

"Don't be that person."

Spencer purses her lips and then asks, "So you just post pictures of your daily life and people are into that? No one thinks it's boring?"

"Well, considering I have 756 followers, I'd say no," Hanna smirks. "That picture of Lilly? I posted it seven minutes ago. It already has fifty-two likes."

"What?" Spencer exclaims. "That's insane! That's my baby."

"Yeah. And she's adorable," Hanna says. "And fifty-two of my followers- sorry, fifty-eight, now- think so too."

"This is so weird," Spencer shakes her head. "I mean, what do you even use it for?"

"Kind of like a photo diary," Hanna shrugs. "But also, I mean, I own a boutique. People like to know when the sales are happening or when we start carrying new designers and it was huge during fashion week. Plus, have I told you we started carrying a kids line?"

"You may have mentioned that a thousand times, or so."

Hanna taps the screen once or twice and a couple dozen photos of McKenzie wearing many different fashions pops up. "She's my little model. Kid's a natural. Honestly, she could do this professionally."

"She's seven," Spencer chuckles. "But she does look great. And some of these outfits are really, really cute."

"Well, she's certainly benefitting," Hanna chuckles. "The provider follows me too and as a thank you for not only carrying his line but also showing it off with arguably the cutest child model on the planet, he sends McKenzie free stuff like all the time. Look at what she's wearing now. I didn't pay a penny for that outfit."

"Well that is a sweet deal," Spencer states. "All because of Instagram?"

"All because of Instagram," Hanna nods. "College students use it for artsy photos of salt shakers, but I'm actually just using it for my business. And, obviously, to capture the moment. You should give it a try. It's really enjoyable, actually."

The waitress brings their checks as Spencer considers it and ultimately replies with uncertainty, still. "I don't know. I have a seven-year-old and a toddler and a job. I don't really have time."

"Here," Hanna says, handing her friend a credit card and subsequently snatching Spencer's phone. "I'll just make you one."

"Great," Spencer replies dryly. "That's exactly what I didn't ask for."

"You'll thank me later," Hanna says, thumbing away at the screen. "By the way, your lock screen photo and your background are super cute and making me feel all of the feelings."

"Thanks," Spencer chuckles and hands their paid bills to the waitress waiting. "The background is so old; it was literally taken in Paris a year and a half ago, BL."

"BL?"

"Before Lilly."

"One of the moms at the first and only PTA meeting I went to made fun of me for mine," Hanna says as she waits for the app to download. "It's literally just the three of us in California at Caleb's Mom's house. Like, that's it. She's all, 'Oh… That's your background?' like it shouldn't be, or something. Like yes, woman, the two loves of my life? I'm sorry you're going through a divorce and not getting the kids. No wait, I'm not sorry, you sound like a horrible monster. Free those kids! Back off."

"And I'll say it again," Spencer says. "You and Caleb and Kenzie need to get the heck out of Rosewood."

"I'll say," Hanna agrees. "It's not like we're not looking. It's just really hard right now."

"I know, but Kenzie's getting older," Spencer replies. "And sooner or later, someone out there is going to be like, 'Hey, McKenzie? You want to know what your Mom and Dad did when they were teenagers?' And that isn't going to be a fun time for any of you."

"I know," Hanna nods. "We've already talked a little bit about it but I mean, she doesn't know too much."

A moment later, as Spencer is signing the receipt, Hanna thrusts the phone back in her grasp and says, "There. Done. And I already followed you. You're welcome. You're going to love it."

"I'm not sure I'm going to use it," Spencer says and Hanna rolls her eyes.

"Well, at least you have one, should you change your mind," She says, pushing back her chair and motioning to her daughter. "Back to your place now?"

"Dessert first?" Grace pleads and McKenzie nods beside her.

"Sure," Spencer agrees. "How about we stop by the store and get some ingredients for cupcakes?"

"Yay!" Grace cheers.

McKenzie pleads, "Funfetti ones?"

"Whatever you girls want," Hanna agrees. "I'm not touching the oven this time. Don't need to burn down all Toby's hard work."

Spencer chuckles. "Let's go, then."

She lifts Lilly into her arms just as Hanna says, "Baking cupcakes with two seven-year-olds and a toddler? I think you've found your first Instagram photo."

Spencer shrugs. "Who would even be interested by that?"

Hanna smirks. "You'd be surprised."

And she is. She posts only two photos- one of Grace leaning over the mixer, McKenzie cracking an egg, and one of Lilly, sprinkles stuck to her nose and cheeks, licking icing off of their finished product- and gains sixty-four followers. It's absolutely baffling; cupcakes and children appeal to the masses, apparently. Lilly naps and the older girls play as Spencer and Hanna attempt to decide what to make for dinner. With both their husbands absent- Caleb's back home in Rosewood and Toby's away for a week on a job in Williamsport- they decide on spaghetti and some steamed mixed vegetables to keep things quick and easy. It isn't until dinner is over and she's loading the dishwasher that Spencer checks her notifications and balks in surprise. Emily's commented on the photo of Lilly from hours earlier, with a few hearts and a message saying, Welcome to Instagram, Spence! She's precious as usual! On the photo of Grace and McKenzie, Aria's written, Wish we were there too! Miss you guys! Glad you finally joined the 21st century! Accompanying these messages is various other comments and likes from people she knows and people she doesn't. It's absolutely baffling.

Later, when the girls are fast asleep and she and Hanna are trading shameless gossip over identical glasses of wine, Spencer's follower count reaches and passes one hundred. But one in particular catches her eye. "Oh my god. Oh my god, I knew this thing was dangerous."

"What? Give me that," Hanna motions for the phone and then her eyes widen. "Is that Jenna? She cut all her hair off?!"

"Not all of it," Spencer shakes her head. "But enough that I didn't recognize her at first."

"Isn't she still blind?" Hanna asks. "What's the point of an Instagram if you can't even see?"

"Hanna," Spencer chastises. "That procedure they did for her junior year failed in the one eye, but apparently was successful in the other. She's got use of one and I guess that's better than nothing."

"And you know that how?" Hanna wonders. "Oh god, are you guys in touch?"

"Hell no," Spencer shakes her head. "She was purposefully not invited to the wedding, if you can recall, and Toby's parents were pissed about it. We never told her about the girls either. She just appeared after Grace was born and… Well that's the only time she's had any interaction with either of them. With good reason, obviously."

"Obviously," Hanna agrees. "So her sight is just common knowledge?"

"No, but Toby's father seems to think it's necessary to update us on her life," Spencer rolls her eyes. "As if we should care."

"And now she's going to know everything about yours," Hanna nods. "I mean, I'm sure part of it is just jealousy. She can't get her life together and you two obviously have."

"Oh my god, what if she starts commenting?" Spencer asks. "What if she wants to see them?"

"Uh, tell her no?" Hanna replies as though it's obvious. "If I can remember correctly, you seemed to have no issue telling Jenna off."

Spencer chuckles just a bit, adding, "Neither did you."

It's almost midnight when she finally crawls into bed and her day had been so eventful that, aside from their good morning texts, she hadn't spoken to Toby at all. Without thinking about the time of night or how dead tired he must be, she calls him. And just as she's realizing how insane this is, how clingy she's being, just as she's about to hang up and call him back tomorrow, Toby picks up. "Hello?"

"Hi, I'm sorry," Spencer replies instantly. "You're probably really tired. I'll let you go."

"That's it?" He chuckles. "You called me to tell me I should sleep?"

"I guess I didn't realize how late it is," She says sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I just… haven't talked to you all day."

"Well, I'm awake now," He yawns. "Talk."

Honestly, just hearing his voice is enough. She settles further into bed and says, "I miss you."

"I miss you, too," Toby professes. "And the girls. How are they?"

"They're good," She tells him. "Grace is in her glory. She keeps asking if McKenzie can stay forever."

"Well if Hanna would take your advice and move out of Rosewood, she could," Toby says and Spencer smirks.

"See? You listen to me. She doesn't," Spencer says. "Anyway, Lilly's obsessed with her. She calls her 'Nana' and curled up on her lap for her bedtime story and wouldn't let me put her to bed. So, I've been replaced, and Lilly's going back to Rosewood with Hanna tomorrow."

Toby laughs. "That's fair. I'll miss her, though. She was a great kid. Super easy baby."

"I know. We're losing a good one," Spencer jokes. "And to Rosewood."

"Hey, we lived in Rosewood for a while," Toby defends. "Both before and after we started a family."

"Yeah, and we got the hell out of there, both times," Spencer refutes. "Because it's a disaster. And we're happier here, aren't we?"

"Yes, Spencer."

"And Emily and Aria followed for similar reasons, didn't they?"

"Yes, Spencer."

"And after everything we've been through in that piece of shit town, wouldn't it make sense to want to leave? Like, immediately?"

"Yes, Spencer."

"And-" She pauses and then bites her lip, asking, "I'm doing it again, aren't I?"

"Yes, Spencer," He replies and yawns again. "It's fine. Who else are you supposed to rant to?"

"I'm sorry. I'll shut up," She promises and instead asks, "How's everything going over there?"

"Alright, I guess," He answers. "We're still on track and as long as that storm holds off, I should be home on Saturday."

"Good," Spencer says. "I'm ready for you to come home."

"I'm ready, too."

After a beat, Spencer finds herself admitting, "I joined Instagram today."

"You joined what?" Toby asks, puzzled. "Instagram? That hipster site people use to take pictures of avocados and Ferris wheels?"

She laughs. "Hanna made it for me."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"You might be when I tell you who started following me," Spencer tells him. "Jenna appeared out of nowhere. I don't know how she found me and I wish she didn't."

He sighs. "Great."

"If you want me to delete it-"

"Spence, you can do whatever you want with it," Toby cuts her off. "Seriously. It's not a big deal."

"Believe me," She assures him. "I probably won't even use it."

And she stands by this, at least at first. When morning comes and Hanna and McKenzie prepare to head back to Rosewood, hugs are doled out and promises are made to visit again soon. As their car pulls out of the driveway and onto the road ahead, Spencer turns to find Grace wiping away tears. "It's okay if you want to Instagram this too, Mom," she tells her very confused mother. "I'm feeling more like Sadness than Joy today." She is, of course, talking about one of her newest Pixar favorites, Inside Out, but this doesn't stop Spencer from using her direct quote as the caption for the photo. The picture gets likes and comments immediately; Hanna says, Lots of love and hugs from both of us! We miss you already! Emily says, Cheer up, baby girl! Aria comments, She's even beautiful when she cries! Kiss her for me! And Spencer has to admit it- this is actually kind of fun. So she'll use it as Hanna described- a daily photo diary- and then she'll have these memories forever. Perhaps it isn't as bad as she once thought.

It doesn't take long before she's hooked and with an addict's personality, she shouldn't have been shocked. On Thursday, Spencer takes the girls to the local children's museum in an effort to keep the girls busy and it is an outing resplendent with photo opportunities. They start in Creation Station where Grace takes a mini art class and learns about different types of shading and Lilly finger-paints excitedly, taking a moment, as all babies do, to have a taste (Starting the day off right! Newsflash- paint does NOT taste good! #savethearts #childrensmuseum #sillylilly). After, comes lunch at the café (Actual words from Grace's mouth- Mom, I don't want French fries with my chicken nuggets. Can I have broccoli instead? #whoisthischild #howdidshegethere) and then a trip to the science center (Grace continues to surprise us. I asked her what she wanted to do next and she said the science center, because, "I want to learn something today." #seriouslywhoisthischild #whereismy7yearold) where Grace learns about local pond life and Lilly splashes around in the water (Update: we are wet now. Next time I'll bring a bathing suit. #pondorpool #childrensmuseum). They dress as firefighters and Grace climbs into the driver's seat of the model truck, with Lilly tooling around with the hose (Don't worry, Grace. I got this. #futurefirefighter #myhero) and then don aprons and trays of plastic food in the replica of a 1950s diner (Order up! #customerisalwaysright #ignorethegenderroles). Everyone is tired out by the end of the day, Spencer included.

On Friday, it rains and rains and Spencer hopes that Williamsport is dry, for if it's not, this is surely the storm that would push Toby's job back a few more days. They stay in their pajamas long into the morning and Grace somehow manages to con Spencer into allowing lunch in the living room, as an indoor picnic of sorts. She's just returned from the kitchen, grilled cheese and juice boxes in hand, when she stops in her tracks and her heart melts from the sight before her. Grace is lying on her stomach on the floor, deeply engrossed in Finding Nemo on the television before, her feet dangling, swinging in the air. Lilly is lying, too, but her little head is resting on her older sister's back, her head turned towards the screen, and she's sucking on two of her fingers, a sign of the utmost comfort. Spencer can't help herself; she snaps a picture and it ends up on Instagram (Sisters who find Nemo together, stay together. #graceandlilly #pajamaday #sisterlylove). It's moments like these that truly put her heart at ease. The love between her two little girls is already so precious, so pure, so sacred, that she doesn't know why she ever fretted over having two daughters in the first place. Except, she does; Melissa had truly ruined all concepts of having a sibling, of having a sister, and the last thing she wanted is to subject Grace or Lilly to that kind of competition, that kind of pure hatred. Thankfully, she believes she and Melissa were a special case and now she knows Grace and Lilly are, too, but in the best possible way. This is how it's supposed to be. Unknowingly, Spencer and Melissa are missing what Grace and Lilly have had all along.

Later that evening, when the girls are tucked away in bed and Spencer's on FaceTime with Toby, she confesses. "I have a problem. I'm totally obsessed with it, now."

"With Instagram?" He asks her and when she nods, he laughs. "I can't say I didn't see that coming."

"I thought I was better than that," She sighs. "Tell me I'm better than that."

"You are better than that," He tells her and when she scoffs he insists, "No, seriously. I mean, you could've joined when it first came out, but like the true hipster you are, you waited until after the novelty wore off to join."

"I am not a hipster," Spencer defends herself. "I haven't taken one picture of an artsy meal or a dramatic sunset. Grace and Lilly are my subjects."

"And what beautiful subjects they are," Toby says. "You can't blame your followers for wanting to see them grow. I miss them so much."

"Tomorrow, right?" Spencer asks hopefully and tries to hide the anxiousness from her voice. "The storm today didn't push anything back, did it?"

"Tomorrow," He affirms. "We didn't get a storm."

"Oh. It rained all day here," She says. "But good, I'm glad. We don't need you staying away any longer than you already have."

"Neither do I, believe me," He agrees. "I can't wait to get home to my three favorite girls."

Just as she's putting away clean dishes from lunch and trying to herd Lilly upstairs for a nap, Spencer hears the familiar sound of a truck tearing up gravel outside and soon, Toby is piling out of the car, trudging up the front steps and pushing open the door. Her heart soars when she sees him and she feels like a teenager all over again, and the truth is, the void she feels when he's gone is still the same emptiness as ever, but somehow, the elation within her when he returns has only elevated. He does have two tinier versions of this kind of excitement that reach him first, however. Lilly goes running from the bottom of the staircase to the foyer, throwing herself into her father's awaiting arms and giggling her adorable baby laugh. Grace hears the commotion from the other room and her face lights up when she spots her father. She hurries forward and hugs him just as he scoops her up into his free arm. He's kissing both of them over and over as they hug back fiercely, with reckless abandon, and it's like he's been away for years and years instead of a mere seven days.

Spencer has to hand it to her girls; it's certainly felt that way.

"Daddy!" Lilly squeals, bouncing excitedly, her tiny hands on either side of his face. "Daddy! Daddy!"

"Hi, pumpkin," He grins and pecks her cheek again. "I missed you guys so much."

"Daddy," Grace then says. "We went to the planetarium and learned about black holes and did you know that it takes four million years for the light from an exploding star to reach the Earth? Four million years! So the stars that we see at night now exploded four million years ago! Isn't that crazy?"

"That's certainly crazy," Toby chuckles. "You must've learned a lot this week."

"Well, what kind of fall break would it be if all we did was stay home and watch movies?" Spencer smirks and then backpedals just a bit. "Granted, that's what we did yesterday. But that's one day as opposed to seven."

Toby chuckles and sets both girls on the ground again to fully greet and embrace his wife. His arms encircle her waist and he grins, saying, "Hi."

"Hi," She smiles gleefully and they indulge in a longing kiss. "Missed you."

"Missed you too," He says and then glances downward, in between them, where Lilly is whining and struggling to attach herself to her father once more. "Maybe not as much as Lilly, though."

"She loves her Daddy," Spencer tells him. "Also, it's nap time. She desperately needs one."

"Don't we all?" Toby comments and scoops the toddler into his arms again.

"How tired are you?" She asks. "On a scale of one to ten?"

"One to ten?" He wonders. "Thirty-five."

She chuckles and he kisses her quickly once more before shuffling Lilly upstairs for her nap. From there, Grace asks him to play a game of Life, which then turns into three games of Life, a game of Clue Jr. and a round of Scrabble, which she grows bored with halfway through and Spencer takes over instead. When Lilly wakes up from her nap, they have a snack and then the four of them go for a walk around the neighborhood and play on the swing set in their backyard. Grace rides her bike up and down the driveway and Lilly toys around with the sidewalk chalk and Spencer can tell Toby's at peace now that he's finally home. She can also see the exhaustion in his gaze, but that doesn't stop him from pushing Grace on the swing or chasing Lilly around the yard. They eat dinner and he tries to help her clean up but she refuses. He looks like he's going to fall over. She tells him if he wants to do anything he can tackle bath time, so that's of course what he does.

When they're clean and clad in pajamas, they retreat to the living room and Grace brings Toby a stack of books and her husband's a trooper- that's all that's running through Spencer's head as they get settled. She busies herself by making a few phone calls, returning some emails, and getting things together for work on Monday, knowing her time with Toby will come. But then, things grow quiet; too quiet. She gets curious and pads softly into the living room and what she sees could make her heart burst. Toby's in an armchair and both of the girls are in his lap, Lilly on one side, Grace on the other. Lilly's curled into a ball, her chest against her father's, her face buried in the crook of his neck, and his arm around her, to make sure she doesn't fall from her perch. Grace has her knees pulled up to her chest and hair in her eyes, grasping somewhat firmly onto one of her father's fingers, where the book has fallen from his grasp onto the floor, forgotten. All three of them are sound asleep and it's possibly the most adorable thing she's ever seen. If there was ever a time when Spencer thought Toby couldn't possibly get any more attractive, him becoming a father and subsequently parenting those children blew that theory of hers way out of the water. She can't help herself; the moment calls for it. Sneakily, Spencer slips her phone from her pocket and snaps a photo. It ends up on Instagram not moments later.

The three loves of my life. I could not be any more blessed. #sleepyhomecomings #sweetdreams #welcomehometoby