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Chapter 24: Part Two

He came over in a matter of minutes. He didn't live too far away, but he sure seemed to get here faster than it usual takes. She supposed it was because it was later than usual, but then again it was only 9 so maybe he was just being reckless—ignoring the speed limit. She hoped for the first option. She didn't put much thought into it though.

She gestured for him to come into her apartment, and he did. Neither said a word. He wouldn't even look at her in the eye. Spencer felt the urge to wrap him in her arms, and stay like that till night passed and morning arose, but no, she couldn't. Things were weird between them—fragile, and she feared a hug would be pushing it. Or perhaps she was just being over paranoid, his father was just hospitalized, he deserved the comfort. But, in the end she decided to keep their space, leaving her arms at her sides, far away from the higher arch of his back.

"Sit down, make yourself at home" she told him, gesturing to the couch, smacking her lips together, causing her cheeks to puff out. He did as he was told, not saying a word about it. Spencer let out a tiny sigh, so tiny and small, that Toby couldn't have possibly heard it. "Do you want any coffee?"

After he registered what she said—there was so much on his mind right now—he gave her a strange look. "Spencer," he began, his voice low, and concerned "it's almost 930 at night" said Toby, his tone questionable, but it came out as a statement—that was clear.

"Decaf" she filled him in.

"Oh" said Toby, dumbfounded. "Sure then, I guess" mumbled the man who took the seat on the couch.

Spencer spent five minutes by the coffee machine, taking slower than usual to brew a pot of coffee. She was sort of stalling, in a sense. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know how to comfort him, or perhaps she did, but she didn't know if that would be over stepping the boundaries of their new found friendship. She didn't regret inviting him over, that wasn't the case, she just wished things could be different. She wished she could emphasize with him the way she could in high school, but things were different now. They were different.

"Is something wrong?" asked Spencer. They had spent most of the day together, and everything seemed perfect. Any occasion with Toby was perfect though, she didn't expect this time to be any different. But, then all of sudden he started to act strange. It seemed to start after he got a text around 30 minutes ago.

He sighed. Not looking at her, he said "It's just my dad…and step mom" replied the boy, his voice indifferent. "It's stupid, but it just BUGS me." He let out an aggressive sigh. "They're just so…selective with their attention and love and— it shouldn't bug me, but it does."

She gave him an empathetic look. She knew EXACTLY how he felt. Her parents were just like Toby's. She rested her hand on his, and looked up at him. Their eyes just stayed in contact for a brief minute, before she piped up a word. "What happened?" asked Spencer, her voice soft, and caring. It wasn't like those people—those people who changed their voice and the framing of their lips to form a frown, and PRETENEDED to care, no she actually did. She genially cared.

"I was planning to…take you out to dinner with them, and…" he shook his head at the thought. "It doesn't even matter. They texted me a few minutes ago—texted me, not even called, and told me they were visiting Jenna at band camp or where ever the hell she is, instead." He let out another sigh, but this time it was a defeated one; one that cried out for help and comfort. "I just don't know—I wish Jenna just wasn't the child prodigy for once."

"Toby…" her voice rang quietly, as she scooted the closest she could to him. "I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry." He counteracted. "My parents are assholes" he muttered under his breath, turning away.

"You don't have to apologize. I understand, it's not like my parents are any better." She told him, toying with his hand in hers. "I know that this doesn't change much…but, for the record I would never do that to you. I would be doing the complete opposite, in all honesty" she looked down for a second, and when she looked back up, he was staring at her. "I would drop anything for you."

A trace of a smile framed his lips. "You're wrong, it changes everything." He told her taking her other hand in his.

Before she could even say anything in return, he continued "if we ever had kids one day, we won't be like our parents. We won't screw our kids over, repeatedly."

Spencer liked the sound of that. The way he say we instead of I, implying that if he did have kids that she would be the one who birthed them and she just liked the idea that she wouldn't be like her parents, that she would love her future children, unconditionally.

If she only knew how close she was till that "if" became definite.

A few short minutes later, Spencer was sitting beside Toby, on the floral designed couch, passing him the cup of coffee to him, their fingers ever so slightly brushing against one another. A jolt of electricity shot through her at the impact. Their fingers barely touched, but yet it felt like he had electrified her whole body.

They stayed quiet for a minute.

"So, he's okay now?" asked Spencer, hesitantly, her fingers toying with the ladle of the cup. Her eyes were glued to the cup. She couldn't look at him for whatever reason—she wouldn't. Maybe she was just avoiding his eye contact because she didn't want to see the hurt in his eyes, she didn't really know, but she didn't dare to peer up at him.

"Apparently" answered Toby, indifferently.

She didn't want to press, but she knew he was holding back. Even though five years had gone by without her seeing him, she still knew him best out of anyone. She knew all his secrets, and all the parts of his atrocious past. She knew better than to believe he was actually okay.

"Have you guys…gotten closer in the past five years?"

This time she looked at him.

He shook his head, his eyes dropping to his own cup of coffee. His eyebrows were ceased and his persona was stiff; he was so obviously holding back more. "I mean that doesn't make it any less hard, you know? I just—I don't know. I barely speak to him anymore; he doesn't try to communicate with me at all. He never did. Even when I moved out of that house, he only talked to me, let alone saw me, every couple months. And I would be the one to make the first move." He shook his head, and she swore he was going to stop there, but he continued. "When I got that call from my step mom…" his hazy eyes had dazed away into the unknown abyss filled with raw emotion and depress. She wanted so badly to come down and scoop him back into the light. But, she didn't do anything. She just waited there for him to go on. "…I didn't know how bad it was. Or if he…" he heaved a breath, straightening his posture in the process. His breathing was abnormally fast and heavy and she knew he was struggling not to cry. She was familiar with the signs of someone who was holding back tears—she had the signs engraved in the back of her head. She had spent so many times holding back tears, swallowing the lump in her throat, blinking frantically to wash away the tears in her eyes; she knew exactly what it looked like when someone else was doing so.

She set her coffee cup down on the coffee table in front of them, next she took Toby's from his grip, he glanced at her with dazzled eyes at first, but when her hands replaced the coffee cup's hold, his face softened.

She rubbed her thumb softly along his knuckles. Her hands were so soft, and warm. And although the coffee cup had a higher temperature, her hands just felt so much warmer, so much better.

They sat there for a minute, staring at each other. The corners of his eyes were layered with tears; droplets stuck between the crinkle of his eyes resisting to fall down. "It's okay…you don't have to hold it in" she meekly told him, the copper of her eyes glinting with a sincerity and honesty, that showed how much she did care. She wasn't pretending because she had to. She, really, really, truly, cared.

And maybe that was it. The thing that pushed him over the edge, but the next thing she knew he was bowing his head down, possibly in shame, and letting out a soft, compressed, sob.

She couldn't take it any longer—seeing him in this much agony. It hurt her. Maybe, before she wanted revenge; not even revenge, but for him to feel all the pain she caused him. But, she was just angry. Bitter. Now, seeing like this, all she wanted to do was make it better. He did not deserve any more pain than he already had.

Her hands left his, and met the upper arch of his back; wrapping him into a tight embrace. He buried his head into her shoulder, and that's where he kept it, for a long while.

Her hands combed through hair on the back of his head as he left stains of his pain on her shirt. They sat like that for a long time; embraced and tangled in one another. The clocked in her mind stopped. Everything in her life seemed to be put on hold in that moment; all so she could comfort the one she would never stop loving.

After awhile, it was he who came out of the embrace. His eyes were slightly puffed, and corners faded into a pink, sort of, color.

"I'm sorry" rasped Toby, immediately. In an instant, his weak hands wiped his eyes, trying to dismiss the left over dews of tears, and release the dry, stinging, pain that the tears had left for him. He shook his head mostly to himself.

"You don't have to apologize…" she told him. "You shouldn't be apologizing."

He glanced up at her "Thank you."

An almost, sort of, half smile settled on her face "I didn't really do anything…" murmured Spencer. And it was true. She didn't say anything that helpful. She didn't fix the problem. She didn't do anything that was worthy of any gratitude at all, really.

He shook his head again, rotating his eyes to the barely sipped coffee on the coffee table in front of them. Except this time there was new angle on his lips—the corner of his mouth was motioning upward, in what seemed to be an almost smile. A dry chuckle escaped his mouth. She couldn't tell whether it was dark or sincere.

"What?"

"Nothing" murmured the man, a certain hum about his voice.

"Toby…" urged the woman, leaning in closer to get a better look at his face.

"It's just..." he looked at her now "I—don't think you get how much of an impact you have on everything…you always have had this thing about you, where you could just make everything better…for awhile, anyways. And you never seemed to get it."

She looked at him in awe, her mouth falling ajar; her eyes gleaming with admiration and astonishment that she was capable of such a thing. What he said…it had such a strong power. It was so much. It was just a sentence, but she felt overwhelmed at the statement. She dropped their eye contact after a moment, fearing if she looked any longer, something may transgress between the two.

But, she didn't tell him to leave. She didn't say "it's getting late, and you should probably go…" ; she didn't say what she probably should have.

"Why even put up with me?" he looked at her after what seemed like an eternity of silence "I did so many terrible things…I deserve to be alone."

She wasn't going to deny him of these awful things he spoke off because well he was right—they were terrible. But, that didn't mean he deserved to be alone, to be hurt, to be broken. "You don't deserve it though…I still care about you, I always will, Toby."

He looked at her. She couldn't really read him all too well. There were so many mixed emotions floating in the orbits off his eyes that it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

He didn't respond. He didn't stay looking at her for too long either; he dropped his head down, his eyes once again distant from the happenings of their surroundings. A few seconds passed by, and she didn't know why she was saying this. She wasn't really thinking at all, really. Mostly, she figured he already knew. He's known for a long time. And whether or not that was a good thing, it didn't change the fact. He's been so patient with her, and understanding on how far her trust could go for him. He's done all he could. He's tried to fix all that he had broken. And she almost felt like he deserved to know; deserved to hear her say it out loud.

"You probably already know this…I'm positive you do…" she stifled a breath. "But, I don't know. I guess I'm finally answering your question…" she could feel him looking at her, but she didn't meet his eyes—she couldn't. With a gulp she spoke up "Noah's dad is…you. You're his dad, Toby." confessed Spencer, her voice timid and weak. She looked up at him as the word "dad" slipped her mouth. He was completely focused on her, but his expression barely changed, only his eyes flickered to something unfamiliar.

He was in a trance, sort of thing. Spencer guessed he was trying to digest it, but it's not like it was a huge surprise to him. But, she supposed it was all just imaginary before to him—it was not definite, and now it was.

He looked away suddenly, turning his head down "are you just telling me this out of pity?" his voice seemed angry almost; aggravated.

That was not the reaction she was hoping for.

"No!" cried out Spencer, sort of annoyed in a way that he would even suggest that.

"Then why?" asked Toby, turning his head towards her, meeting her eyes once more. "Why tell me now? Why didn't you tell me all those other times I asked? Why right now—tonight?"

"I—" she began expecting an explanation to just roll off her tongue, but nothing came out "don't know."

"Exactly"

"It's not out of pity! I just…I don't know" fought Spencer, her voice tightening with rage on the last three words. She heaved an aggressive breath. "Look, I'm sorry you think I'm telling you out of pity, which I'm not—this isn't just something you tell someone because you feel bad for them, Toby!"

She took inhaled a breath to calm down.

"Whatever way I told you, or when or whatever! I am still telling you. I'm telling you that he's your son, and your only reaction is an accusing me of telling you out of pity!" She spat out the sentence in disgust, her furious eyes darting into his. "What the hell on earth is wrong with you? Jesus, just go. I shouldn't have told you."

"How do you expect me to react, Spencer? Happy? Happy that I missed out on four years of my son's life? That I didn't get to hold him as a baby, and see his first steps and hear his first word and just watch him grow up? And you know whose fault that is? Mine. It's my entire fucking fault, and—" his voice broke lastly. His head fell into his hand, his fingers frantically combed through his watt of hair. His trembling breathing echoed off the walls and hymned into her ears. She had an idea that he was once again breaking down, and while the last time he casted a gloom onto her, this time he broke her heart, all over again.

She never thought of it from Toby's point of view. She didn't think about all the events that Toby had lost out on. She always thought of it from her point of view—or from Noah's. She didn't think once about his perspective once.

She was so narrow-minded; she just wanted to smash her head against the coffee table.

And then she just sat there, like the bitch she is, and let him break down in front of her. She didn't stop it, or even try to. She just sat there, so absorbed in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice when he picked his head up.

"I'm sorry that I didn't react the way you wanted me too… I just" he sniffled, his eyes looking around the room, like there was something much more interesting than her, hidden in the shadows "it's just so much" his voice, once again, wavered. His knuckles shook against the mid air, and his mouth was dropped to a heavy frown. "And I've thought about it so much. And I dug myself into some huge hole of utter disaster and just depressed the shit out of myself. And it's not that I'm not happy he's my son, I am. I love him, so much, and it's so crazy because just the second I saw him—I just had a feeling, and I just loved him since. And it's so insane because I've only known the kid for a couple months, but I don't know—I just would do anything for the little guy."

He stopped for a minute. He was completely gone now. Off in some whole other dimension.

She sat there waiting for him to continue, and she couldn't crop the frown off her mouth. She felt so horrible. And it may be Toby's fault, in a way, but she felt guilty. She felt oh so guilty. And she just wished things could be different. That they could just all be together, and have their own happily ever after. But, she knew that couldn't happen. They were too far into the ending of dysfunction and despair to turn things around.

"When I first came here, found out about Hanna's bakery, I was just coming here for reassurance that you were okay." He looked at her, putting a certain emphasis on the last three words, perhaps to get across the importance of his voyage. "And I was sure you would be. I was so sure you would be. Because you are strong, you are so strong. It's crazy, how invincible you are, Spencer. And I don't think you understand that either, how strong you are. But, you are. And I remember you once told me I was your safe place to land, but you don't need that. You don't need a safe place to land Spencer, because you can do it all on your own. You can take on the weight of the world, and not even complain."

"I'm not like that. I'm not as strong as you. I never will be. And I guess in some ways, I came here for me. I came here to see that you indeed were doing okay, and living perfectly okay without me, and then just maybe I could do the same. I could finally just let you go and try and move on. I could be okay because you would be okay. I could stop being some pathetic guy who couldn't let go off the past and move on with my life."

"But, then I saw you with a little boy, who called you mommy and just looked—like I don't know. Like a combination of us, and who was probably around the age of 4. And I don't know. I just—everything changed. All my motives; all my sense of moving on. I had to see if my assumptions were right. I just had to know. And then I was positive that he was. I was so sure. And I just had to hear you say it. You had to confirm it. And now that you have; I don't want to leave, ever. I want to be with you, and him, and I want to stay with you forever. And watch him bring home A's because it's obvious that he will, it's in his DNA, he's your son. And watch him score a homerun at his first baseball game—or watch him score a goal at whatever sport he wants to play, hell he doesn't even have to play a sport, I don't really care—and watch him meet some girl who he'll fall for and want to marry and be with forever—or boy! I don't really care because it doesn't matter. I'll just love the kid no matter what. I just want watch him grow up, and learn about the world, and I just want to be there for everything."

A smile was on her face now; a big hopeful smile that stretched to her ears.

But it slowly faded, along with his.

They both had the same thoughts; it didn't work that way. They couldn't just move on from here and become a happy little family that resembled the ones in folk tales. It wasn't that easy.

She didn't know what to say. She was so unsure of what was going to happen next. She didn't know what she wanted. She didn't know how she wanted to continue on after this. They couldn't just transgress back into their normal lives after tonight. Everything had changed. There was so much revealed; the ultimate emotional revelation transpired! Tomorrow would come, and they couldn't just act the same; hang around each other in an awkward suppression of feelings and emotions. No, it was all so different.

She felt overwhelmed—and tired, kind of. She didn't even know what time it was, but she could tell it was late by the way her head throbbed.

But, even being tired and overwhelmed and unsure of how they would leave things from here, she didn't tell him to go. She didn't ask him to leave. And she didn't say maybe you should go. No, she said something else entirely.

"I know it's not the same thing, or it won't really replace all the things you missed out on, but it might help a little" began Spencer. He looked at her, curiosity fuming in his eye sockets. "I have some videos and pictures and stuff on my laptop…I could show them to you."

His eyes lit up at the notion. His lips molded up into a smile, the corners of his lips forming an indisputable smile "I'd like that."

She came back minutes later, with her laptop secure in her arms. While passing the kitchen she saw a glimpse of the clock—11:09. It was getting late, and she was tired, not to mention she had to get up in a measly 7 hours—7 and a half if she was pushing it. But, she decided to screw it. Which was very much unlike her, but then again, it was Toby. When he was involved there was always some sort of rule broken.

She sat next to him. Very close to him. So close that their thighs slightly touched, and their arms hit against each other as they both struggled under the awkward tension to be comfortable.

"Okay, just hold on" she told him, trying to void of the obviously awkward arrangement they were in. "I need to log on." She told him as she waited for her laptop to turn on. God damn it why the hell is this piece of junk so slow she thought to herself as it finally turned on, the little symbol of Microsoft popping up.

"Sorry," mumbled Spencer under her breath.

"Its fine" he replied.

A few moments passed and, finally, she is signed into her account. She searched her files for pictures and videos. To start the marathon of Noah, and all his inhabitance off, she pulled up a folder labeled Noah and then two folders popped up: pictures and videos.

"I don't really have any videos of Noah when he was like only a few weeks old, really. I only have like one, if that. So, if we are going to do this in chronological order then we should probably start with the pictures."

"Sure" agreed Toby.

She clicked the pictures folder, and then dozens of more folders popped up. The labels were all in weeks, and months, and years.

"Wow, this is really efficient" commented Toby.

"Did you really expect anything less coming from me?" asked Spencer, giving him the slightest over a smirk before clicking on the very first photo labeled "0-12wks."

He smiled to himself at the statement.

"So, anyways." She cleared her throat, readjusting the position laptop on her lap. "This is me, obviously, and Noah on the day he was born. July 16th 2012" said Spencer, an almost hum to her voice. She continued on to the next picture after a moment. It was just a picture of Noah this time, in a plastic cradle at the hospital. "He was born around 7 am. I was in labor for like 16 hours, god it was awful, but well worth it." Her statement ended lightly, a hint of a smile traced upon her features.

She continued to the next photo, and glanced at Toby. He looked fully intrigued, so engrossed with the picture in front of him that he probably didn't even notice Spencer staring. It was a picture of her once again, holding infant Noah, but this time her friends were surrounding her. "He was pretty big; 7 pounds, 12 ounces. And now he's all tall for his age as I'm sure you've noticed—you aren't bored off me talking are you? I promise I won't give a whole entire analyze of each picture as we go along." She looked at him. Usually, whenever she talked about Noah this much, people would sigh, and groan, and roll their eyes. But, Toby didn't. And she guessed it was because the circumstances were different. He wanted to know this all.

He shook his head "no, keep talking" he smiled.

They continued through the photos, and Spencer told him everything that there was to know about Noah. They went through the next few folders of pictures and so on. She had a lot! Hundreds. It would most positively take a whole night's worth to get through.

Once they reached a certain point in looking through the pictures, Spencer announced that they should go through the video folders because she had said she had some videos where he was a few months old. She pulled up a folder labeled first year and it only contained a little less than a dozen videos, but Toby was glad for them. She pressed play, and then it began.

The first video they watched was a video of Noah when he was just a few weeks old. Hanna was holding Noah, and she looked as if she didn't know she was being recorded. When she looked up that was confirmed.

"Are you taping me? Spencer!" screeched the young Hanna in the video.

"I'm trying to capture memories!"

"Of what? He's sleeping!"

Most of the video continued with them bantering. She continued through the videos. There was one taken on Halloween, and he was dressed as pumpkin. It wasn't exactly original, but it didn't really matter because the little boy looked adorable.

By the time they got on the fifth video, Spencer's most successful video of all time, as she called it, it was 2 am. But, both were wide awake as ever, not even paying attention to the clock.

They watched as the younger Spencer called out to her son to come towards her (Hanna was recording.) The eight-month-old-Noah with a mop of lighter shade of hair than he had now was standing a few steps away from her, looking at her like she was completely insane. She had a bag of cheerios in her hand, and was holding one out for him, flaunting it off like it was treat, and he was a puppy. The boy looked at the cheerio, and had a look of determination on his face. In a matter of seconds of Spencer encouraging him to come towards her and take the cheerio; he took the step. There was glee all around, and then he took, another, and another. He took the cheerio from her, and then fell to the ground. Spencer had picked him up with an indigenous bright smile on her face, spinning him around, and chanting "you did it, you did it!" over and over again, the words overlapping each other to an extent.

Toby didn't even realize, but there were silent tears cascading down his face. He didn't know how long he had been crying, but it was most certain it had been for awhile.

Spencer had looked at him and there were tears in her eyes too. He didn't catch her stare until the video went dead. He glanced at her, not bothering to wipe his eyes.

Their faces were so close, so very close, definitely the closest they have been in the last five years. They were so close, that she could see all the veins and patterns in his sapphire eyes. She didn't know what willed her to do so, but she snaked her hand up to wipe at the droplet boarding right under his cheek bone. Her hand had settled onto the side of his face, her thumb gently rubbing against his sideburns.

He gulped, and so did she.

Her timid eyes fell onto his mouth, and her lips—as if playing follow the leader—fell into his lips too. Both her hands were cupped around his face now, leaving her laptop to fend for its self. Her lips stayed there for a second, just planted next to his. His lips were soft, and plump, and familiar, and great. She brushed her lips against him, and tugged on them gently. It was all slow, so very slow. Or maybe she thought it was slow, maybe the clocks had all stopped ticking in that moment, but whatever it was. It all seemed very slow, and fragile. He kissed her back after a second, and she could feel his hand holding onto the back of her head. She didn't know when it got there, she was too lost in the passionate kiss to recall. Her whole body felt numb, but shaken at the same time. It was a paradox, really. So many things were contradicting themselves in the role of nature, but it was all happening at once. Her tongue voyaged through the field of his mouth, and her unsteady hands traveled to chest. She felt overwhelmed and shaken and unsteady, but she wanted more. Why would anyone want these feelings? She didn't know. She felt like she couldn't breathe, but she didn't want to release the breath that he had given her; a breath that filled her with so much power, but took away all her strength at the same time. She didn't want to release his lips, but she had too.

Once her lips came out of contact with his, and her lungs were fulfilled with the oxygen they oh so desperately strived for, all sense of everything, all the sense that she had lost within the kiss, came back. She jolted away from him, the laptop in her hands almost falling to the ground.

She closed the laptop, and stood up from the couch, but a little too fast at that. She lost her sense of balance, and her eyes went black. And even when her sense of balance and the light in her eyes rushed back, she still felt dizzy. Possibly still hung over from the kiss they shared.

"You should go" rushed out, the still shaken, Spencer. Her voice was in a panic, and her face was scrunched up to the fullest extent. Her flustered eyes were hard, but flustered at the same time. Her bottom lip was being devoured under her teeth, and her arms were secure around her laptop, almost as if she was using it as a shield.

He stood up after a moment, looking as lost as she was. After a second of trying to find his voice he murmured out an urgent "sorry."

She knew it wasn't his fault. She kissed him. He was the vulnerable one here, not her. But, her head was rushing so badly that she just had to get him out. "Just go, please" hissed Spencer, her copper eyes begging him to do as she told.

He looked as if he wanted to say something—provide his case, but he didn't. He just sighed, and did what she asked.

She watched him leave, and once he was out the door, she collapsed onto the couch. Setting her laptop aside, her head fell into her hands. She clenched her hair with her shaky fingers, and let out a muffled groan. Whatever step they had to take after this, however they were supposed to go on after tonight, she knew this was not it.

Now everything was just more complicated than ever, and she didn't know how to fix any off it.

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