Disclaimer: I own Spencer, Chris, Jamie, and Greg, but that's it.

One week later. . .

Spencer followed his mom into the grocery store and climbed into the shopping cart. Jamie and Chris had decided to stay home with Wesley and help paint the baby's room, which was coming along nicely. Spencer liked spending time with his mother though. Wesley and he bonded but not like Fred and Spencer did.

Fred stroked Spencer's hair as he sat down. She then pushed the cart back towards the produce aisle. Spencer looked up at his mom as she pushed the shopping cart and then looked at her stomach. It was starting to grow more and more everyday.

"Hey, Mom?"

"Yes, Spencer?"

"When is the baby going to be born?"

"Well, I'm only two months pregnant and it take nine months for a baby to develop so, seven more months."

"You mean, you're going to get bigger?"

Fred smiled at her Spencer and giggled.

"Am I really big now?"

"Yeah, but you're still really pretty."

Fred kissed his cheek and bagged a thing of peaches because the kids seemed to devour them.

"You might just find yourself with extra desert tonight, you little rascal."

Spencer smiled at the thought of the chocolate cake that had been sitting in the refrigerator since that morning when Fred had made it. She even had a hard time keeping Wesley away from it.

"Hey, Mom?"

"Yes, Spence?"

"Can I go get some chips?"

"Sure, just be careful, okay?"

"Sure."

Spencer climbed out of the basket of the shopping cart and went over two aisles to get some chips. As he looked them over he didn't realize that he was being watched, in the last few months his senses had grown incredibly dull.

Patricia looked at the little boy. He looked more like Greg now than he ever had. She had thought it was incredibly stupid of Greg to wait to snatch Spencer. The poor boy was probably bored to death in that house and they could have him right now if they wanted. In fact, this very thought was occurring to her at the moment.

She could take him, right now. She would take him to his father and they would be able to run before sunset and get out of this town. Perhaps they could escape to New York. That would be good. Plenty of pockets to pick and houses to rob there.

She walked up to him, casually, he didn't notice her still. She walked around him and he still concentrated on the chips. Finally she got tired of waiting for him to look at her and she placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Mo. . ."

Spencer spun quickly, startled, and looked up into the face of Patricia. It had been so many years though and he didn't recognize her.

"You're not my mom."

"Your mom's dead, Spencer and you can't tell me you don't know me."

"Um. . .yes, I can."

"Come on, Spencer, I always hung out with you and Greg."

"Patty?"

"Yes."

Spencer didn't really like Patty. She was always loud and whenever she was around he could never talk to Greg. Plus, he would have to sit in the living room while she and Greg went in his room and made funny noises.

"W-why are you here?"

"I'm here to take you to Greg, he's been worried about you. We all have."

Spencer hesitated. In the last few months he had learned that stealing was bad. Greg stole, therefore, Greg was. . .bad and Patty hung out with Greg. Did that make her bad? All Spencer was sure of was that he had to find his mother now.

"I-I have to go."

Spencer turned to walk away but Patty grabbed his arm and started to steer him towards the double doors of the grocery store.

"LET GO OF ME! LET GO!"

The child's yelling drew the attention of many shoppers to Patty. She cursed the screaming child who's arm she had.

"Spencer, you know you've been bad, now, Mommy's taking you home, come on, go quietly."

"SHE'S NOT MY MOMMY!"

At this, a man lunged at Patty, making her release Spencer and sending her running out of the grocery store. Fred, attracted by Spencer's screaming, came running for the child. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his forehead as he cried.

"Oh, baby, what happened?"

"She. . .tried to. . .take me!"

"Oh, baby, Mommy's so sorry. She won't let her get you, oh honey."

Fred held Spencer tighter as the manager of the store called the police. It was too late though, Patty had already escaped and was now on her way back to Greg.

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Greg sat on his bed, smoking a cigarette, and thinking of his boy, the only thing he'd thought of in the last month. He had been to the place where he lived now, it was huge. Spencer had his own room, his own bed, a whole bunch of toys, and two little playmates, whom who was constantly in the company of.

That rich couple had even bought him a puppy. Greg had watched from the woods surrounding the house by day and when he was sure they were gone, he'd sneak up to the house and look inside the windows. He knew every room in that house, especially the one that belonged to Spencer.

Suddenly, he heard the door to the house open and close, quickly. He got off his bed and met Patty in the doorway of his room, panting.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I tried to take him but he screamed."

"Who?"

"Spencer! The little brat screamed, he didn't want to go with me."

"Spencer is not a brat, he's my son, and I wouldn't want to go with you either. What happened to the plan of just watching?"

"Greg, for Christ sake, how much longer are we going to watch? We need to take Spencer now and get the Hell out of here!"

"Why?"

"Because he's becoming more and more like them everyday!"

Greg stared at Patty for a moment and then brushed past her. He grabbed his jacket and headed out onto the street. It was starting to get dark and had a house to visit and a little boy to take.