Toby's POV

I woke up to the sound of Bently crying in his nursery. I rolled over and saw Spencer wasn't in bed. I got up and walked into the nursery. There Spencer sat in her rocking chair rocking with Bently feeding him. He was laying there hapily breast feading as Spencer rocked. I leaned against the door jam looking at Spencer in awe. She had taken to being a mother so naturaly. And she is amazing at it. Bently's a week old now. Spencer's high school graduation is this afternoon and then she'd be starting college at Hollis in two weeks.

"I could have done that." Spencer laughed looking up at me.

"And how were you going to do that since he wont eat from the bottle." I winked at her.

"I'd have figured it out." Spencer laughed looking down at Bently, touching his curls that matched hers so perfectly. She looked up at me.

"Tell you what, I'll feed him; and you burp him." I smiled at Spencer,

"I can do that." I stood there for a moment just looking at Spencer. She had already started loosing her pregnancy weight. But she just seemed softer now. More maternal maybe. When I had first met Spencer as kids I never thought I'd even like her. At the begining of the school year, I never thought I'd love her, let alone that she'd be the woman who gave me Bently. But I'm glad it was her and no one else.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked teasing me, "You have your thinking face on." I laughed looking at her smile.

"Just thinking about how far we've come." I told her as she switched Bently around. "Especially since last year." Spencer laughed,

"Yeah when my friends and I thought you had hurt Ali." He nodded,

"I never thought I'd even be your boyfriend. I thought you were this stuck up, over achieving, square." Spencer laughed jovially. Its the most beautiful laugh in the world.

"And what do you think now?" She asked me teasingly. I walked over to Spencer and kissed her on the lips.

"Now I think that you, Spencer Hastings, the future Mrs. Toby Cavanaugh; are the most hard working, intelligent, beautiful woman on this earth and that Bently is lucky to have you for a mom." Spencer smiled

"I love you." I smiled back at her.

"I love you too." Bently started squirming around telling us he was done eating. Spencer handed him to me.

"He's yours now." She teased sitting there in the rocking chair. I put his burp rag over my bare shoulder and propped him on it holding his little but with one hand and patting his back with the other just hard enough to get him to burp. "Your getting better." She stated simply. I knew what she ment, but I had to tease her a little,

"Do tell, how am I getting better?" She laughed leaning back looking up at me as I burped our little boy.

"Well your not terrified of hurting him anymore. You haven't put a diaper on backwards in a week," I laughed, "Plus your getting better at being a daddy in general." I chuckled again,

"Well not all of us are naturals at everything as you Hastings." Spencer laughed at the good natured jest. I heard Bently's burp next to my ear. I pulled him back and saw a big smile on his face. "Well Bently's definitly a boy he's already amused by burping." Spencer smiled at me.

"Want to put him down for me?" She asked I nodded laying Bently down in his crib on his back and looked at him for a second as his eyes started to close sleepily. I still can't believe he's here and he's my boy. Spencer wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Your thinking again, what about?" She asked I placed my hand over hers.

"How lucky I am to have a family like mine." I could feel Spencer smiling into the back of my neck.

"Lets go to back to bed love." She whispered kissing the back of my neck; before tugging me off to the bedroom.

Later that day Spencer was in the nursery wearing a little white sundress and white kitten heels putting Bently into khakis a blue button up and a little tiny sweater vest. I walked in dressed for her graduation.

"Look at that, Bently's already as well dressed as his mother." I told Spencer watching her pick him up and carry him to his car seat.

"Well he is good looking boy just like his daddy." She told me buckling him into it. He still didn't like his car seat at all. Spencer stood up and looked at me before giving me a kiss. "You look very nice too." She told me. I smiled at her kissing her lips,

"You look beautiful." I told her with a smile, she smiled back at me.

"We should go we don't want to be late." I picked up the car seat grabbing the keys to our new family friendly Corola Spencer's parents had bought us. Spencer grabbed her purse and locked the barn up behind us. We put Bently's car seat in the car then got in ourselves heading off to Hollis for Spencer's graduation.

I had never been prouder of Spencer, than I was when her name was called and I got to see her walk across the stage and accept her diploma. And I know that someday when Bently is old enough to understand how hard his mom worked he'd be just as proud of her as I am.