Hey guys let me say a gigantic SORRY to all of you! While I was out tanning at the pool, you were probably like where is my update?! I want it now! Haha, I'm just kidding, someone thought it would be funny to put rosemary near my head. (I'm allergic to the spice) now I have horrible hives on my neck. People, what can you do? Ok, so I'm at a loss for words because you are all so amazing! Let me know if you have any ideas that you want me to add to the story! Thank you, The Other Spencer
"Come home with me, Spencer. We need each other." He says. I nod, and we finish packing.
Spencer's POV
I look at the clock, and I begin to feel nervous. I'm beginning to come extremely close to the thirty minute mark of when I'm supposed to leave. My father, Peter Hastings has been true to his word for my entire existence. I turn off my light, two minutes late, Toby trailing behind me with my suitcases in tow. I hear a voice from the bottom of the stairs.
"Toby," my father calls. "I have something for you." His voice has an angry ring to it. Again, I feel nervous.
"Yes sir," Toby says politely. When I reach the bottom, I'm not sure what my father wants to give Toby, but I certainly don't expect what happens. A hand closed fist makes impact with my cheek as soon as my foot hits the bottom step. It all happens in slow motion. Bags tumble by my legs, and I fall into Toby's arms. I can feel my face swelling up. I can no longer see out of my left eye. Great, my second black eye in the course of three weeks.
"Aww shit, Spencer." Toby says leaning over my head. My dad takes slow steps back, clearly horrified with himself. My mom's lip trembles, the threat of tears ready to spill at any given moment. I stand myself up, and motion for Toby to help me pick up my bags.
When I walk out the front door, I glare at my dad, hoping he'll feel guilty for what he has done. I throw open the door of the truck, and wait for Toby. He climbs in, his shoulders shaking violently. "Toby, I love you." I say in a rush.
"Mmm." He says clearly not realizing what I'm saying.
"I said I love you." I say. He doesn't reply, instead he pulls me in for a long kiss, and starts the truck. He reaches over and flicks on the radio. I recognize the song instantly, and sing to Toby softly. "But hold your breath/ Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you/ Over again." I sing, perfectly in key. I lay my head on his shoulder. We arrive at the loft, and he pulls me inside.
Once inside, he holds me to the door. Grabbing my hands, he raises them above my head, and trails kisses down my arms. He reaches my face, and kisses the bruise around my cheek tenderly. He reaches my belly, and stops.
Toby's POV
"There is something growing inside of you at this very moment." I marvel at Spencer. A kneel in front of her, and kiss her stomach. "Come on mama, let's go to bed. I walk her to the bathroom, and dab a bit of medicine on her cheek in hopes that the swelling will go down. I sit in bed waiting for her, my mind scrambling to make up my decision. She approaches me in back yoga pants, and a camisole. I pull her into bed, and she traces small circles on my chest. "I have a surprise for you tomorrow." I whisper. My decision has been made.
The Next Day
I wake up before Spencer, and wander to the kitchen to make her breakfast in bed. My breakfast does not go as planned. The bottom of the pancakes are slightly charred, I think the bacon moved, and the orange juice is sour. I'm about to scrap the idea, but I decide to try again. She sits in bed, reading her book. "Morning, Spence. The surprise starts in twenty minutes, so you'd better hurry." She jumps out of bed, and scrambles to the bathroom.
When she emerges, she is dressed in jeans, a green sweater, and a pair of TOMS. "Ready?" I ask. She nods, and we head for the door. Before I close it, I slip something in my pocket, and we leave.
Spencer's POV
Toby drives me to a big hill with an amazing view of the city. He has packed a picnic basket with breakfast. Toby spreads a blanket, and begins to serve me. After we eat, he grabs my hand. "Come ere'." He tells me pulling me to a near by tree. "I have a magic trick to show you, Spencer." I laugh when he gets down on one knee. "I've lost something, and I know just where to find in." Toby reaches his hand in my pocket, and pulls out a midnight, blue, velvet box.
"Spencer Hastings, I love you with my everything, will you marry me?" I ask. Tears stream down her face, and she nods enthusiastically.
A near by streat muscian starts to play Don't Stop Believing, and I stand. I walk behind her, and rest my hands in a heart over her stomach. We dance in slow circles, keeping time to the music.
Ok, so kinda sappy, but who cares?! Let me know what you think. Don't stop believing haha! Thanks again, the other Spencer. (Yes, Spencer is my real name.)
