Hi friends! If you're wondering why I've been so rapid fire with this updates lately, it's because I have several of these chapters already written and sitting in my document manager lol. There, my secret is out. Also, because I wrote a post-6B fic that's been taking over my life (seriously, it's all I've been doing for two weeks straight) and I only JUST finished it this morning, but I kind of want it to stand out and be it's own thing, so I need to get the chapters for this one out of the way, first. Make sense? Cool. Cool, cool, cool.

The chapter title comes from "The Rainbow Connection," which is such a beautiful song and SO many people have done renditions of it. Me? I'm a Disney girl, so I'm partial to the Kermit version. :P Thanks for reading and reviewing, if you do, and enjoy!

we know that it's probably magic

"There's children throwing snowballs instead of throwing heads. They're busy building toys and absolutely no one's dead."

"Grace, I need you to be on your best behavior tonight, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

"Help Grandma and Grandpa with Lilly? You know our routine."

"Uh-huh."

"There's frost on every window. Oh, I can't believe my eyes! And in my bones, I feel the warmth that's coming from inside."

Toby sighs and glances at his wife, telling her, "I rue the day you ever introduced her to this movie."

Spencer smirks and reaches for the remote, pausing it and earning a squeak of indignation from her daughter. "Hey!"

"Grace Marion, stop, look and listen," Spencer says, gaining the little girl's attention. "Daddy's talking to you."

"Daddy, I can listen to you and Jack Skellington at the same time," Grace says as though it's obvious. "Grandma and Grandpa coming means I can ask them for things for Christmas that Santa can't make and you won't get me."

Toby shakes his head. "You're not getting the pony. Give up. Your grandparents aren't going to buy you one, either."

At that moment, though, he seems to rethink this, and, turning to his wife, he asks, "They won't get her a pony, will they?"

Spencer considers this and replies, "Honestly, I wouldn't put it past them."

Grace pumps her fist in the air and shouts, "Yes!"

Lilly giggles from her spot perched on her mother's hip, because everything her older sister does cracks her up these days, and Spencer joins in after a moment, because there's something about her husband's very real terror that's mildly hilarious. She won't mention that she was eight when her father bought the very first horse she'd ever owned and Grace is nearing her own eighth birthday, now. In fact, it's December 16th and the holidays are in full swing; Grace loves second grade and her Sunday school class is putting on a Nativity play on Christmas Eve, in which she will be playing the Virgin Mary. Lilly, at nineteen months today, has only just recently transitioned from the infant room to the toddler room at daycare, and though it was a rough start, she's finally warmed up to the new environment. It's cold and blustery and winter is in the air, Grace is deeply engrossed in The Nightmare Before Christmas and Spencer and Toby are preparing to embark on a date.

They need it, to be honest; life is always hectic around the holidays, with the shopping, the baking, the decorating and the extra hours at work. It feels almost like they haven't seen each other in weeks. But on top of all of that, the week prior they had learned they were expecting baby number three to their incredible surprise, and they still hadn't quite had the time to sit down and discuss it. So, when Veronica had asked to spend some quality time with the girls, Spencer had been quick to agree and they'd easily set up their night. She's sure they haven't had a date night since their anniversary weekend away in the Poconos and she knows in her heart of hearts the girls will be fine, like always. But she does worry about Lilly, because a year and a half in, their tiny girl had already become wary of anyone who wasn't her parents, and she wasn't comfortable with just anyone looking after her. In fact, Spencer isn't entirely sure her parents make the list.

The doorbell rings and Grace jumps up excitedly, movie temporarily forgotten. "They're here!"

Lilly's squirming in Spencer's arms and the latter asks, "You want to go see Grandma and Grandpa, babe?"

"No, Daddy!" Lilly whines and stretches and reaches for Toby. "My Daddy!"

"Of course," Spencer smirks, shifting the toddler into her husband's arms and shaking her head. "Story of my life."

"Hey, don't be jealous," Toby teases, kissing Lilly's cheek as she holds onto him tightly. "I can't help it if we're best friends."

"This is the second kid of ours to be obsessed with you at this age," Spencer notes. "It's fine. It's not like I did all the work or anything."

Toby chuckles and kisses her cheek, too. "Well, she doesn't realize that."

"She's lucky she's cute, honestly," Spencer replies, a hint of a teasing smile on her face. "Because you two are going to be the death of me."

"Hey, you're still in your trial period, but if you're cool, we'll let you into the club," Toby says and Spencer rolls her eyes. "I've just got to talk it over with the president, but things look good for you."

"The president? And that is?"

Toby nods towards the hallway, where Grace is leading her grandparents into the living room, all smiles. "Who do you think?"

"Hello, hello!" Veronica greets the rest of the family. "How's everyone doing?"

"Good," Spencer finds herself answering, even though she's still feeling disheveled. "I think we're about ready to go."

"Great," Peter nods. "I can't wait to spend time with two of my favorite girls."

"Wait," Grace shakes her head. "I thought I was your very favorite?"

"Grandpa can't pick favorites, honey," Toby tells her gently and Grace crosses her arms over her chest.

"It's true. I can't, Gracie," Peter agrees. "I have a lot of girls, you know. You, Lilly Pad, Vivian, your Mom, your Aunt Melissa… I'm practically surrounded by them."

"Well, you're getting a healthy dose of estrogen," Veronica jokes. "Good for you. Builds character."

"Yeah, but I think I could use someone to break up the pattern," Peter then comments. "I think the ship's sailed on Wren and Melissa, but you guys are having more, right Spence?"

"I-I mean, we've talked about it," Spencer says, feeling like a child hiding the truth all over again. "But not, like, extensively. Lilly's still young."

"Think boy next time, will you?" Peter addresses Toby, whose eyes nearly fall from their sockets. "I love the girls, but a break would be nice."

"Um, so, our numbers are on the kitchen counter," Spencer announces loudly, much to the relief of her husband. "But I mean, you probably have them already. Just in case. And we're just going down the road, so we won't be too far."

"Honey, I think we can handle it," Veronica insists. "We raised two kids of our own. I think we can handle one evening, don't you?"

"Still," Spencer insists. "They both need a bath and there's a plastic container of tub toys in the bathroom closet. Grace can show you where it is. After, Lilly's skin is super sensitive and gets dry if she doesn't have lotion applied immediately after her bath, so if you could do that, please? It's on her changing table."

"And then books and bed," Veronica finishes. "I know. We've got it, alright?"

"And this is Grace's second movie, so preferably no more TV after that. I'm sure she'll find plenty to keep you busy."

"I think so. Seriously, we'll be fine."

"If you need anything, anything, just call me," Spencer says and she doesn't know why she feels like she's leaving her children behind with an inexperienced teenager. "Lilly is super difficult at bedtime, so-"

"Spencer, relax," Peter cuts in. "We've got it. We'll figure it out."

"Just go," Veronica pushes her. "Enjoy your night. We'll take care of it."

She sighs and nods and as Toby busies Lilly with toys in an effort to make sneaking away easier, Spencer pulls Grace aside and says, in a lower voice, "You'll keep an eye on them for me?"

Grace nods obediently. "Yes."

"And you'll be a good girl? And help them with whatever they need?"

"I always do."

"I know you do," Spencer grins. "You're the best. I love you."

"I love you, too," Grace says. "And you'll come tuck me in when you get home?"

"Of course. Daddy and I'll come kiss you goodnight," Spencer promises and opens her arms just a little. "Hug and a kiss?"

Grace nods fiercely and wraps her arms around her mother's neck in a sensational feeling Spencer could never grow tired of and never hope to replicate. "Be good, okay? We'll be back soon."

"I will."

And once her goodbyes are said to Toby as well, the two pull on their coats and head for the door. But still, Spencer finds herself turning back to add, "If Lilly gets too distraught-"

"Spencer, honestly, enough," Veronica cuts her off. "Seriously, it's going to be fine. Do you freak out this much every time you leave your kids?"

Spencer exhales and just knows Toby's nodding behind her. "I'm just saying, she's an easy baby, but not when she's upset."

"I've had two children and now three grandchildren," Veronica reminds her again. "I know how to calm a crying baby. Relax. Have fun. Go."

And so she does.

There's a pianist in the corner of the room playing Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas and, just as they're seated at their table, snow begins to fall outside. It's all very picturesque and possibly a little too fancy for his liking, but jackets and ties are optional, so he doesn't feel out of place. Plus, this is their favorite restaurant to escape to, sans kids, and he isn't willing to give up on the delicious menu just because sometimes he feels a little uncomfortable when the waiter calls him sir. Their favorite waiter is there tonight and he grins upon the sight of them and knows that any time he does see them, it means they'd somehow managed a night away from their daughters, so he orders them a round of celebratory champagne. They don't tell the waiter about the upcoming arrival of their third child because they aren't telling anyone yet, but when they toast a night out and only Toby sips from his glass, their waiter gets the idea.

"You're pregnant!" He shouts excitedly and the corners of his handlebar twist upwards. "Congratulations! Oh, you must be thrilled!"

"We are," Spencer says after a moment. "Really, thank you."

"This calls for something special," He nods. "Extra bread for the table? No, dessert. I'll order something special. Babies love dessert."

And he races off as Spencer smirks, "Well, I guess Pierre knows. He won't tell our friends and family, right?"

"Slim chance of that," Toby chuckles. "This is harder to keep a secret than I thought."

"It's really not," Spencer disagrees. "It's just whenever alcohol is around and I have to decline, people automatically assume I'm pregnant. But that's so stereotypical, isn't it? What if I just didn't feel like drinking?"

He snorts. "You always feel like drinking."

"That makes me sound like an alcoholic," She frowns. "I'm not that bad. Honestly, I won't even miss it."

"You'll miss it."

"I'll only miss it a little," She amends her statement and he grins. "So… I mean, we've barely talked about it since we found out. Should we figure this whole thing out? We don't have a plan."

"No, we don't, but it's not like we're rookies," Toby tells her. "It's our third one. At this point, we're basically pros."

Spencer laughs. "I wouldn't go that far."

"Really? Come on, we're nailing it," Toby says. "Although, given our track record with girls, I'm slightly worried I'll lose all say in this family. If we have a third, God help me."

Spencer chuckles. "What are you talking about? You have input."

"I do not," He disagrees. "Look, I've always been happy to take the backseat and let you run the show, but now Grace thinks she's in charge and with my luck, Lilly will be the same way."

"I don't think Lilly will be the same way," Spencer disagrees. "And I mean it is technically your fault, anyway. You're the one who donates the chromosome, remember?"

"Yeah. Maybe I should've taken your father's advice and-" He cringes and shakes his head violently. "No, you know what? I can't even joke about it. I'm still internally vomiting."

Spencer laughs. "Yeah, it was mildly uncomfortable."

"Mildly?" Toby exclaims. "It was bad enough when he caught us on the verge of sex, but now he wants to talk about it with us?"

"I think he was trying to make a joke," Spencer offers. "You know, lighten the subject. Pretend he's cool with it or at least show us he is. He's very good at making awkward situations even more awkward."

"Can't we just go back to the time when he pretended not to know about our sex life?"

"We've been together for fifteen years and we have two and a quarter children," Spencer reasons with him. "I think that ship's sailed. He knows we're active and have been for a while."

"Oh God," Toby groans suddenly. "This is going to be my life soon, isn't it? With Grace and Lilly?"

"I'm not mentally prepared to think about that yet," Spencer shakes her head. "They're literally babies."

"Neither am I," Toby agrees, but still finds himself saying, "But one day I'm just going to come home and find Grace on the couch making out with some guy."

Spencer gasps. "No, you're not!"

"Yes I am," He nods. "Your father did. Or, I'm going to go to Lilly's boyfriend's loft for a business conversation, but he isn't the one who answers the door. It's Lilly and she's wearing a t-shirt of his and his underwear."

"Stop!" Spencer's shaking her head. "You're literally killing me."

"See those things were fine because it was you and me," Toby points out. "But our girls? They won't do that, right?"

"They're babies," Spencer repeats. "They're literally babies."

Their entrees are served and after only a few bites, Toby notices Spencer's becoming jittery all over again. She checks her phone for messages every so often and when there aren't any to be found, she keeps shooting sidelong glances at the device, as if expecting it to come to life. Amused, Toby asks, "Spence?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, I just…" She sighs. "All that talk about Grace and Lilly made me miss them and it's almost bedtime now and… Well, you know how Lilly gets."

"I do," Toby says. "But I'm pretty sure your parents can handle it."

"Are you?" Spencer wonders. "Because I'm not. When she's really, really upset… You know her new thing. And they wouldn't even let me explain it to them."

"Well," Toby shrugs. "If she does it, it'll be a lovely surprise for them."

Spencer smirks. "Serves them right. Trying to force me out of the house and away from my babies."

"Oh I know. To spend time with your husband?" Toby teases. "How dare they."

She shoots him a look. "Oh, stop. You know there is nothing I want more than to spend time with you."

"And that's why you're checking your phone every twenty seconds for an excuse to rescue the girls from your evil parents?"

"Okay, I'm not looking for an excuse, but it worries me that this is the first time I've left them alone with Lilly," Spencer explains. "There's a reason we avoided it for nineteen months and you know it's because her separation anxiety is extreme."

"It is," Toby nods. "You're not wrong."

"Maybe I can have Jason swing by and check on them on his way home."

Toby chuckles. "Jason?"

"I don't know. He's the only one besides you and me that can put her to bed without issue," Spencer shrugs. "Well… with minimal issue."

"Would it make you feel better if you asked?"

She considers this before nodding, already typing out a message to her brother. "Yeah, it would. It really would."

"Is it going to start World War three with your parents?"

"I don't know, it might," Spencer says. "But no offense, Mom and Dad, my kids are more important and Uncle Jason visits more often than you do."

"Ouch," Toby feigns pain, a hand over his heart. "Two blows in one sentence? You don't hold back."

"Yeah, see, I thought I got all the bitterness from my own childhood out already," Spencer says. "Turns out, there's still some left."

The smile on his face melts into a frown, as it always does whenever she mentions her childhood. Truthfully, his hadn't been much better, but at least he'd had one attentive parent, if only for a little while. After a moment, she places her phone back down on the table and says, "Okay, I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm a little crazy, but he said he'd happily do it."

"He doesn't think you're crazy," Toby disagrees. "Just a mom. A concerned one, at that."

"He's going to give me a full report," Spencer continues. "I think we're good."

"Good," Toby nods. "So you can come back to me now?"

"I'm sorry," She laments quickly. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be sorry. You can worry about your kids. It's fine."

"No, but we really needed this time alone and I'm ruining it."

"You're not ruining anything."

"No more kids talk," Spencer promises. "Seriously. Tell me about something else. Anything."

"Well…" He thinks a moment before grinning. "I just got your Christmas present. I'm fairly confident you're going to love it."

"First of all, have I ever not loved anything you've gotten me?" Spencer asks and he has to give her that one. "And second, we agreed on no presents this year, remember? Now you're going to make me look bad."

"Nothing could ever make you look bad," Toby assures her. "And I know we agreed not to get each other anything, but I had to reconsider once you gave me my gift."

She shakes her head. "But I didn't get you anything."

"Wrong," He disagrees. "You told me we're expecting another baby. That's the greatest present I could ever hope to receive."

She grins and then warns, "Careful, Toby. We're talking about the kids again."

"Wow, this is harder than I thought," Toby observes. "Maybe you should pick the subject."

"I'm sure we can find something," Spencer chuckles. "Just you and me for the rest of the night."

"Just the rest of the night?"

"Well," She corrects herself. "The rest of our lives."

He grins, too, and the pianist is now wowing patrons with a beautifully stunning rendition of The Christmas Song as a warm and fuzzy feeling grows in his stomach. And many are enjoying the tune and basking in the joy and spirit of the season, but for Toby, the feeling in the air isn't time sensitive.

After all, every day with Spencer feels like Christmas morning.

It hadn't all been bad, really. They'd finished watching Nightmare Before Christmas and Grace had explained it to her grandparents as best she could, but the two elder Hastings just couldn't quite grasp why the ghosts and goblins of Halloweentown needed a little Christmas cheer, let alone why a skeleton could bring this to them. They'd had a tea party and used their play kitchen as a restaurant to serve up delectable plastic treats and had even played a few rounds of Candyland. When bath time approached, neither of the girls protested, and instead, Grace pointed out the shelf of bath toys and helped Lilly undress and poured in the bubbles, making identical beards for her and her sister. As Peter helped the seven-year-old dry and dress, Veronica lathered Lilly with some lavender baby lotion and combed out her hair. And then, it was time for bed.

And thus, all the trouble began.

Peter had tried calming the little girl first, but nothing he'd tried had worked. Grace complained from her bedroom down the hall that she couldn't sleep over Lilly's cries, and instead decided to watch the drama play out, offering suggestions that didn't seem to be working. Peter had tried a back rub, playing with the toddler's hair and innumerous bedtime stories, but Lilly's wails turned into screams and she was far from sleeping. Veronica had decided, then, to take matters into her own hands, and so, scooping the baby into her arms, she walked her all around the house, rocked her back in forth for a solid twenty minutes and even tried music, but nothing had prevailed. Lilly continues to bawl her tiny eyes out and scream for her parents, her entire face turning red, and Veronica appears to be at wit's end. And just when they think it can't get any worse, Lilly ceases her screaming for just a moment to cough twice and promptly vomit all over her grandmother.

Needless to say, it's an hour and a half past bedtime and neither of the girls is asleep.

Peter's eyes are wide and Lilly's back to crying again. Veronica's now holding the baby at arm's length, a look of disgust on her face. Only Grace seems unsurprised by the turn of events as Veronica comments, "She just… All over my…"

"Yeah," Grace nods. "She does that."

"She does that?" Peter exclaims as Veronica steps closer to him.

"Yeah," Grace once again confirms. "When she's really upset. Mommy didn't tell you?"

"Would have been nice if she had."

"Will you take her?" Veronica demands in the way that proves she isn't really asking. "I have to clean myself up."

"And do what with her?" Peter asks as Lilly continues to cry. "It's not like I'm any better with her!"

"I have to clean myself up!" Veronica repeats angrily. "I'm covered in vomit!"

And just at that very moment, the doorbell sounds. Grace scrambles up from her place on the floor, shouting in her haste, "I'll get it!"

"It's dark and I don't know anything about this neighborhood," Veronica says distractedly, already wiping at her blouse with a spare towel. "I'm coming with you."

Grace bounds down the stair, Veronica hot on her heels, and reaches for the locks on the door, Peter carrying a wailing Lilly behind them. She swings open the door and her eyes widen with excitement at the visitor before her. "Uncle Jason!"

She throws herself into his arms as he chuckles and steps over the threshold, door closing behind him. "Hey Gracie! How are you, kiddo?"

"Good!" Grace exclaims. "What are you doing here?"

"Yes," Veronica echoes. "What are you doing here?"

"Well…" Jason thinks a moment before coming up with, "I could hear Lilly's screams from across town and I wanted to check on her."

"And me too?" Grace asks hopefully and Jason chuckles, ruffling her hair.

"Of course, Gracie. You think I'd come over and not hang out with my favorite girl?" Jason asks and upon receiving a grin from his older niece, he turns towards his youngest one. "Peter, would you mind if I…?"

Peter's still a bit shell-shocked, but he nods quickly, eager for some relief from the bawling toddler. "Sure."

"Hey Pad, what's going on? You throwing a fit?" Jason asks the moment the little girl's in his arms. "That's some nice throw up you've got on your pajamas there. Not a cute way to pick up dudes, Lil. You've got to learn to control your fluids."

Grace giggles and suggests, "Let's read Guess How Much I Love You and Tumble Bumble!"

"Okay," Jason agrees. "Go pick them out and meet me up there. I've got to get Puke Queen new pajamas."

Grace nods and races up the stairs as Jason follows at a slower pace, bouncing the baby a little in his arms. She's quieter, now; tears are still evident in her eyes, but her desperate sobs have long since subsided and only tiny hiccups remain. Veronica frowns and turns to her husband, accusing, "Did you invite him here?"

"No. Why would I do that?" Peter shoots back defensively. "I don't even have his number."

"If he's so good with them, maybe he should've watched the girls tonight," Veronica says, indignant. "God, she's our granddaughter, Peter, and we couldn't even put her to bed! What does that say about us?"

"I don't know," Peter sighs. "We're out of practice. Both our girls are in their thirties. We haven't had a baby around in a while."

Veronica purses her lips before ascending the stairs, saying, "Come on. We'd better check on him."

And when they do, they find Lilly fast asleep in her crib and Jason reading to Grace from the rocking chair, her own eyes drooping, and realize perhaps they'd misjudged Jason DiLaurentis after all.

On the way home from dinner, Spencer sends a text to Jason asking, Crisis averted? and receives a return message of, Crisis happened before I got there, but they're both asleep now. You're welcome. Needless to say, she and Toby are both pretty intrigued to learn what had happened in their absence that Jason would describe to be a crisis. As much as the two don't want the night to end and no matter how long they try to prolong it, eventually, they end up back in their driveway, kissing in the car like teenagers and finally trudging up to their doorstep to welcome what is sure to be a few complaints from her parents. They find Peter and Veronica in the living room, each nursing a glass of white wine, and looking moderately miserable.

"Hope you don't mind," Peter starts. "We helped ourselves to some of your alcohol."

"No, that's fine," Spencer shrugs. "It's not like I'm going to be drinking it any time soon."

Toby shoots her a wide-eyed look as she catches what's just slipped from her mouth and Veronica eyes her strangely. "What?"

"Nothing, it's just… It's late," Spencer shrugs. "It's almost eleven. I won't be drinking anything tonight, you know?"

"Well, we had quite a time tonight," Veronica shakes her head and Spencer lets out a sigh of relief. "But I'm sure you already knew that, because you sent in reinforcements."

Spencer freezes. Busted. "Mom, I only did that because I know how difficult Lilly can be and Jason watches them all the time and I thought it might be helpful if-"

"If your father and I were undermined by him?" Veronica cuts her off and Spencer rolls her eyes.

"Get off your high horse. He wasn't trying to undermine you," Spencer says. "He was just here to help and don't tell me he didn't. They're asleep, aren't they?"

"Not without issue," Peter adds. "Lilly threw up all over your mother."

Spencer sighs. "I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, she does that, now," Toby adds. "It's been really fun for all of us."

"It's still kind of a new thing," Spencer explains. "But she gets so upset sometimes that she'll make herself sick. We're working on it. It's new for us too."

"It's unhealthy."

"You think I don't know that?"

"A little warning would've been nice."

"I tried," Spencer insists. "All those times I kept turning back? And you kept pushing me away, telling me to go… I tried to tell you. But you refused to listen. So I let you find out for yourself."

"Real nice, Spencer," Peter shakes his head. "Tough love?"

"Yeah," She bites back sarcastically. "Can't imagine where I learned that from."

Veronica frowns. "What exactly are you implying?"

"I think you know exactly what I'm saying," Spencer replies. "You were being just as obstinate and hard-headed as usual, so I gave you a dose of your own medicine."

There's silence for a moment as they let the information set in. After a few tense minutes, Veronica says, "I love those girls very much and I'd like to see them more often."

"I'd like that too," Spencer agrees. "And I appreciate you taking care of them tonight so Toby and I could get some much needed alone time."

"I appreciate it, too," Toby puts in. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Peter nods. "We'll do it any time. But next time, I guess, we'll bring a change of clothes."

Some slightly tense laughter is shared as they grab their coats and head for the front door, bidding farewell to their daughter and son-in-law for the evening. When the house is shut tight for the evening and both of their girls are tucked in and kissed goodnight, they retreat to their bedroom and Spencer asks, "Did I handle that like a child?"

"No," Toby chuckles. "Look, your parents are just as stubborn as you are. How else were they going to learn?"

"Still," Spencer sighs. "Revenge isn't classy in the slightest and I feel bad that Lilly had to lose her dinner for me to get it."

"Lilly won't remember a thing about this," Toby assures her. "And, honestly, wasn't it kind of funny?"

"No," Spencer disagrees. "It was super immature."

"But a little funny?"

"No. It was totally avoidable."

"But a tiny bit funny?"

"A tiny bit," She finds herself smiling. "Only because she wouldn't freaking listen to me. I could have told her that was coming like a freaking psychic, but no, no, no! She's got this! She's super Grandma!"

"Well, she may not be perfect, but at least she's around. Do you see my parents jumping at the chance to babysit?" Toby asks and she has to give him that one. "And 'freaking'? Where's your potty mouth, sailor?"

"Ha, ha," Spencer rolls her eyes. "The baby's about the size of a kidney bean right now, but he or she's definitely got ears, right? I've got to start watching my mouth again."

"'Again'," Toby quotes, chuckling. "If you watched your mouth always, we wouldn't need a swear jar and Grace wouldn't be getting frozen yogurt weekly."

"Ugh, it's getting so bad that it's weekly, now?" Spencer asks and Toby nods. "Okay. Shutting up permanently. That cannot be good for her health."

"No, it's probably not," Toby agrees. "But you and I both know you could never shut up permanently."

She tosses a throw pillow at him as they climb into bed and he dodges it just in time. "Why do I put up with you?"

"Because we've been together for fifteen years," Toby offers. "And you've long since exhausted the warranty."

Spencer laughs. "Oh have I? I can't even upgrade you for the newer model?"

"Hey," He feigns offense. "I am one of a kind, thank you very much."

"Yeah," She agrees. "That you are."

He grins sappily at her, but easily turns the conversation light again. "Honestly, fifteen years is crazy, though. We might as well stick it out, right?"

"Toby Cavanaugh, I can't even joke about that," Spencer tells him. "I don't know what I'd do without you and I definitely can't even fathom parenting with anyone else."

"Hm, what would you do without me?" He considers this for a moment. "Bath time, for one."

"Ugh, I hate bath time," Spencer complains. "More water ends up on the floor than anything else."

"Not when I do it."

"Especially when you do it. What are you talking about?" Spencer disagrees. "That spectacle you and the girls put on every night-"

"Hey, don't knock Showertainment."

"Oh my God, it has a name."

"Of course it does," Toby says. "Every great show has a name."

"I can't handle any of you."

"This is why you're not cool enough to join our club."

Spencer scoffs, indignant, and tosses her pillow his way, too. He isn't quick enough this time and it beans him in the face. She grins. "Serves you right."

"Careful," He warns her, peeling her pillow off of him and stuffing it on top of his own. "You keep using your sleep aids as weapons and you'll have nothing to sleep on."

She snuggles closer to him and comes to rest upon his chest. "I think I can figure that out for myself."

He chuckles and cuddles her in closer, kissing the very top of her head. "I love you."

"I love you, too," She murmurs and a yawn escapes her lips as he returns her pillow. She doesn't move from her spot.

"I'm so lucky to have you for even a little while, but fifteen years is…" Toby trails off. "It's everything. You're so important to me."

She nods and yawns again and he glances at her, asking, "Are you falling asleep on me?"

"Mm-hm," She replies. "Goodnight."

"I'm making a sweeping declaration of love."

"Love you, too. Goodnight."

He chuckles. "Fifteen years is nothing. Bring on fifteen more."

And though she's halfway between slumber and consciousness, she smiles dreamily and nods her agreement.