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Chapter Twenty-Eight
Spencer was just walking Missy when it happened. Suddenly, she felt this odd sensation of water coming down her leg, which was followed by immediate sharp pain. Spencer, in hindsight, was not sure why she had been so caught off-guard when it happened; it was three days before her due date.
Missy, upon hearing her owner yelp out in pain, began barking as loudly as the still-small puppy could. Spencer, who was incapacitated by the pain—which was even more intense than that of the false labor she felt more than a week prior—shooting up her back and through her body, let go of the leash, allowing Missy to run up to the nearest house. She began barking and scratching at the door until a woman opened. She was ready to shoo the dog away, but heard Spencer's yelps of pain and quickly rushed over with Missy following close behind.
The rest of the scenario was lost in a blur of pain and screams. Spencer just knew that the woman who helped her called an ambulance to take her to the hospital. On the long ride from the street to the hospital in the ambulance, Spencer began thinking of everything—from what Pandora and Mowgli were doing to what happened to Missy to where her husband was—and none of it seemed to quell or suppress the endless flood of anxiety from going into labor. In fact, she felt as though it was making her even more nervous.
She got to the hospital and was taken in rather quickly. She tried her best to keep track of her own contractions in the meantime but found it impossible due to the sudden bouts of excruciating pain she had in between contractions. It felt like hours before Toby finally came to the hospital.
"Where have you been?" Spencer asked when he walked in the room. "I've been here for like two or three hours!" she complained.
"Spencer, they called me forty-five minutes ago to tell me you were admitted," he informed her.
She groaned. She remembered hearing Tiffany and Aria talk about their excruciatingly long labors. It had only been a little more than an hour and a half since she had gone into labor (at least, noticeably). She tried taking a deep breath but was interrupted by a contraction. She yelped in pain. "Where is Missy?"
"Missy is home." Spencer was about to ask how, but another contraction just caused her to groan out in pain. "I feel like I'm dying," she complained.
"I promise, you're not dying," Toby assured her as he squeezed her hand.
"Toby," Spencer moaned while grabbing his hand until her knuckles turned white. He was beginning to lose all feeling in his fingers, but didn't care since he could only imagine what she was going through.
Spencer was in labor for several hours before making any progress. Every second felt longer and more excruciating than the last.
"I don't know if I want to have another child after this," she complained after the doctor told her she was about seven centimeters dilated. She didn't know if she could stand one more minute. Toby brushed some hair behind her ear as he thought about that. He certainly hoped it wasn't true.
About eighteen hours into labor was when she actually began to deliver the baby. To say it was excruciating pain would have been the biggest understatement in Spencer's life.
"Spencer, it's not going to be that much longer."
The one thing Spencer could say she was grateful for—in this awful discomfort—was her husband. Toby had been nothing but caring and supportive the entire time she was in labor.
At 3:27 in the morning on November 6th, Spencer had the baby. She felt horrible and awful and tired after so many hours of labor, but as soon as she held the baby in her arms, she knew it was all worth it.
"Toby?" she asked quietly as she held the sleeping baby.
"Yeah, Spence?"
She smiled at the mildness and tenderness of his voice. "What do you want to name him?" she asked.
He just shrugged. "Do you have any names in mind?"
There were a couple she had in mind, but none really seemed to make sense now. All of them just didn't seem good enough for her son; their meanings just didn't live up to the person she could see him being—especially if he took after his father. And she could already tell, just by looking at him in her arms, that he was just like his father.
"Mr. and Mrs. Cavanaugh?" the slender and meek nurse asked as she entered the room timidly. "Have you thought of a name yet?"
Spencer looked down at the baby before muttering a name. "Alexander? It means defender of mankind and…" She didn't go on any further, hoping he'd figure it out on his own.
"Alexander?"
The baby wriggled in his sleep and struggled to free his arms from the bundle.
"Alex."
"Can I see my nephew so I can spoil him? Where is he?" Hanna asked excitedly as she hurried into the room later that day.
Spencer motioned over to the baby sleeping in the little crib. She'd finally gotten some sleep over the last few hours, but she honestly didn't mind thus far. She just loved holding him and watching his blue eyes flutter asleep eventually.
"Spencer, he's gorgeous. What's his name?"
"Alexander. We're calling him Alex for short," Spencer explained with a happy smile.
"He's precious."
MilaMizz: Good! And I'm glad you've fallen back in love with it!
sarahschneider2012: Sorry for another filler chapter but I hope you liked it!
arubagirl0926: I hope you liked it!
Emilyjayden101: There's more family stuff in the next chapter, I promise. But I do hope you liked it regardless :)
AL3110: Sorry it took me so long to update. I've been doing...God knows what.
Prettylittleliars-spoby: Thank you very much and I hope you liked it!
So no one seemed to remember Alex/Alexander...but the first person to remember who Alexander is is a very cool person.
I'm going to try really hard to update on either New Year's Eve or New Year's Day. -Kayson
