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Chapter Thirty-Three
"Can I hold her? Can I hold her? Can I hold her?" Hanna asked excitedly at a million miles per minute.
Tiffany laughed. "I don't know, Hanna. Are you going to lick her face and start chewing up the shoes?" she joked.
Hanna shook her head. Her blue eyes pleaded with Tiffany.
Tiffany finally caved and allowed Hanna to hold her baby.
Spencer walked over to the table, putting down the small snacks she brought over for Tiffany, Hanna, and herself.
"Look at you, Suzy Homemaker," Tiffany commented jokingly as Hanna fawned all over the baby.
"Not yet, but I will be," she retorted. "You didn't introduce me!" she exclaimed as she tried to catch a peek at the baby.
"Her name is Chloe," Tiffany said as she watched Hanna with Chloe. "You know, out of everyone, Hanna was not the one I expected to be so good with children," she added.
Spencer laughed. "Let me see her, Hanna."
Hanna slowly (and reluctantly) gave the little girl to Spencer. "Don't drop her!" Hanna said protectively.
"You're telling me not to drop her?"
Spencer just brushed her off before looking down at the little girl. She had light brown hair and large hazel eyes, nearly the same as Tiffany's. "She's adorable, Tiffany."
"You should've seen her sleeping in the hospital. I swear, Shane almost started to cry," Tiffany told them.
"He's such a teddy bear," Hanna commented. Tiffany just laughed.
"I know he's going to cave when she gets older and asks him for anything. I don't blame him; I probably will, too," Tiffany said as she looked at her daughter.
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! What are we doing?" Cassidy asked as Aria carried her.
"We're going to help Uncle Toby look for a little kitty cat, Cass," Aria explained.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! Can we have a kitty cat?" Cassidy asked excitedly, looking over at Jason.
"Maybe. That's something me and Mommy need to talk about," Jason answered.
"Uncle Toby! Uncle Toby! Can I have a kitty cat?" Cassidy asked, turning to Toby, her last glimmer of hope.
"You'll have to ask Mommy and Daddy, Cass," he answered.
Cassidy pouted before putting her head on Aria's shoulder. "Mommy, I want a kitty cat," she mumbled into Aria's neck.
"Maybe another time," she said.
Cassidy just pouted some more. "I want a kitty cat…" she mumbled.
The shelter director led Toby, Jason, Aria, and Cassidy over to a section where there were some cats. Some were older, others were younger. Some were fluffier and better groomed, others more scraggly-looking.
Aria put Cassidy down and held her by the hand so Cassidy wouldn't run off and bother all the poor cats.
"We actually have a group of kittens someone reported that just came here two days ago from the animal hospital. The person who reported them to the animal hospital found them, abandoned in an alleyway in downtown Philadelphia. The poor things. He was shocked when he saw that they were all alive. Malnourished, but they were alive," she said before bringing them to one specific cage. There were seven little kittens.
"It was a big litter," the girl explained before opening the cage. "They're British shorthairs and they're all very friendly. They're great family pets," she added.
There was one red kitten which was sleeping in the corner, with a bigger lilac-colored kitten lying right beside it. There were two blue kittens and a black kitten playing with each other. They were passing around a little toy ball amongst themselves. And then, there were two cream colored kittens who were playing around with each other.
"None of them have names. The red and the lilac are both girls. This little blue one is a girl, and one of those cream-colored kittens is a girl. The rest are boys," she said.
The cream-colored kittens came trotting over to Cassidy, who looked quite excited to see them.
"Those two are best friends. The girl looks out for her little brother; he was the smallest one of them all. He was probably in the worst shape when the hospital got them, but he's in perfectly good shape now. I'd hate to break the two of them up, though," she thought aloud.
The tiny little male kitten bumped into Cassidy, who giggled as it began to sniff her.
"Mommy! He likes me!" she exclaimed happily.
Aria looked over at Jason. They were torn on what to do about this little kitten.
Meanwhile, Toby kneeled down to where Cassidy was sitting. The little kitten's older sister walked over curiously to him. She began to nudge him to pet her. As he began to stroke the girl's soft coat, she began to purr. When he pulled away, she meowed in discontent before nudging him again.
"I think she likes you," the girl commented.
"Mommy, Daddy, Mommy! Can we keep him?" Cassidy asked as she looked at the cute little kitten. Somehow, they couldn't find it in their hearts to say no.
On the other hand, Toby thought he found the right kitten.
"Spencer?" Aria asked as she led Cassidy into the apartment.
"Hey, Aria!" Spencer said before getting up to greet her. Cassidy jumped up and down excitedly. "Auntie Spencer! We got a kitty cat and Uncle Toby got a—"
Aria quickly clasped her hand over Cassidy's loose lips.
"What did Toby get?" Spencer asked curiously.
"Oh, Toby got a crash course from the volunteers at the animal shelter on how to adopt, since he said he would probably be interesting in adopting soon," Aria lied effortlessly.
Cassidy frowned when her mother took her hand away from her mouth. She didn't quite enjoy the taste of cherry blossom hand lotion.
"You got a kitten?" Spencer asked. She couldn't really conceal the tinge of jealousy in her voice.
"Cassidy's been begging us for a while now," Aria answered before Cassidy got the chance to. "Do you want to see what he looks like?" she asked.
Spencer nodded eagerly. Aria fished her phone out of her bag to show her pictures of the little kitten in his cage and then some more pictures Jason sent her when he arrived home with the kitten.
"I just wanted to make sure you're okay and everything before we go home. And it was on our way home from the pet store, so Jason's waiting for us to come home before he lets the baby out of the cage," Aria said, smiling.
"Go! Make sure you take pictures for me," Spencer said before leading them to the door.
Even though she tried her most to be excited for her friends and her niece, she couldn't help but wish she had a little kitten, too.
Toby arrived home that night as Spencer was sitting in their bed, thinking about the cat she'd be getting after their honeymoon.
"Are you okay, Spencer? You look like you're stewing about something," he commented as he climbed into bed beside her.
She shrugged. "I just can't wait to get that little kitten," she said with a shrug, playing it off as if it were nothing (but it was clearly bothering her).
"Right after the honeymoon, Spencer," he said before giving her a kiss on the cheek.
She didn't reply.
"Is it really bothering you that much?"
She shook her head. "Nothing is bothering me."
"Are you jealous? Are you jealous of them getting a cat?"
Spencer shrugged. "Their kitten did look pretty cute, though," she added.
He did his best to conceal a laugh at Spencer's obvious jealousy. "We can get a cat. After we come back."
She frowned for a split second before her face reverted back to a neutral expression. "Whatever. It's not a big deal," she said before turning off the light. She rolled over so her back was faced away from him.
She was so jealous.
And Toby couldn't help but laugh since she was also so clueless.
"So the plan is, I'm going to bring the kitty over to the house when you call me later. I'm going to tie a little ribbon around her neck and leave her in your bedroom with the door closed so you can go get her," Hanna recapped as she spoke with Toby over the phone.
He nodded. "Right."
"Oh, how I'd love to be a fly on the wall later," Hanna trailed off as she thought of the countless ways Spencer would think of thanking Toby. But then again, she thought, she didn't have a filter; she could just ask Spencer herself.
"What was that?"
Hanna snapped out of it. "Oh, nothing. I'll be taking good care of Spencer's little girl. Does she have a name?" Hanna asked.
"No. I was thinking of getting Spencer to name her, since this is kind of like my wedding present to her," Toby explained.
Hanna harrumphed. "Mmhmm. Along with the house. And I bet she didn't get you anything but a closet full of some nice lingerie. I'm sure you'll appreciate it thoroughly," she murmured.
"Hanna? You have little ears with you."
"The cat can't understand what I'm saying! She's as naïve as little Cassidy when it comes to innuendo. God, you and Spencer are like our parents, and you're not even parents yet," Hanna complained as immaturely as a fifteen year old girl reprimanding her parents.
"Not yet, but tonight, we will be. To a cute little kitten, no less," he said proudly.
"You're going to be just as bad as Shane when it comes to giving into your daughter later in life," Hanna concluded.
"Love you, too, Hanna," Toby said merrily.
"Bye," she said playfully before hanging up.
She looked over her shoulder at the kitten sleeping on her couch. She flopped down beside her.
"I bet you're like la diabla, aren't you?" she asked. She could've sworn she saw a little smile cross the kitten's lips.
"And you're the type of kitty who climbs up the furniture and scratches everything up. I can already tell. Lucky for you, I'm like the human version of you," she said.
The kitten gave a small meow.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?" Hanna asked.
The kitten just stared.
Finally, Hanna realized what she was doing. "Oh my God. I must look fucking insane. I'm talking to a cat."
"Toby, where are you dragging me to?" Spencer asked as she sat in the passenger seat of Toby's car.
"You'll see. And Spencer, you can't ask me that every five seconds."
"Well, I'm getting antsy! We've been driving for like an hour," she complained.
"You'll see very soon."
Spencer rolled her eyes lightheartedly. She then saw a sign.
"Atlantic City? Are you crazy?" she asked as the sign passed them by. "Neither one of us gambles or drinks nor really parties like that," she reminded him.
"Who said we're coming here to gamble or drink or party?" he asked slyly.
She was unamused. "Why else does anybody come here?" she asked.
"To go to the rides," he said.
Not more than five minutes later, she watched as he drove to the Boardwalk. She couldn't believe this was the huge date they were going on.
Spencer pulled a small piece of fluffy pink cotton candy from the huge stick Toby had gotten her.
"Is my tongue pink yet?" she asked before sticking her tongue out at him.
"Your tongue is always kind of pink, Spence," he reminded her with a laugh.
She broke out into the same kind of laughter. "I can't believe you really drove here for an hour just for this date," she said as she took another piece.
"Clearly, you're enjoying it, so it was all worth it."
All the time he was talking, she just kept wondering to herself, how did I ever get so lucky and what did I ever do to deserve him?
"Are you ready to go home?" he asked.
She looked around her. All of the lights and the rides looked like a lot of fun, but she realized…she wanted to go home now.
She nodded. "Yeah, I'm ready to go home."
"Okay, Diabla. You're going to behave for your new mommy and daddy soon, right? You're not going to do all those bad things, are you?" Hanna asked as she brought the kitten into the bedroom of the happy couple's future house.
The kitten just blinked her big blue eyes. She gave Hanna a small squeak of a meow.
"You're lucky you're cute," Hanna warned. "I'm sure you'll cause enough trouble. But since you have those amazing blue eyes, Spencer will melt for you," Hanna said before getting some ribbon to tie around the kitten's neck.
"But I swear to God, Diabla, if you even think of getting your hair all over Spencer's clothes that I picked out for her, there will be hell to pay," Hanna warned as she tied the silky champagne ribbon she found into a perfect bow.
The kitty licked Hanna on the hand and Hanna smiled. "You're not too bad after all," she said, rethinking her nickname. "But I mean it about those clothes."
"Ugh, Toby! Why did you have to blindfold me with your stupid tie?" she asked as she tried to get his red tie off of her head.
"No peeking!" he scolded. "Come on, Spencer. It's not a surprise if you know where we're going," he insisted before turning back to the road.
"Yeah, but Toby, this is torturous," she complained.
"We're almost there, Spence," he told her as he drove towards their destination.
She groaned. "'Almost' couldn't be soon enough!" she exclaimed in frustration.
He laughed at her. About five minutes later, he stopped. Spencer was eager to tear off the tie. He pulled her hand away. A moment later, she felt someone open the door beside her. Toby helped her get out of the car and up the steps.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"You'll find out in a minute," he told her.
She groaned. The suspense was killing her.
He found the key on his keychain and opened the door. Spencer heard the keys jingle.
Once they were standing in the entrance of the house, Toby began to untie the blindfold around her head.
Wordlessly and without explanation, Toby stepped away with the blindfold.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"This is the house I was building…" he began before taking both of her hands. "…For the both of us. This is our new home."
Spencer thought about it for a moment. She didn't know what to think and even if she should believe him.
"Do you want me to show you around?" Toby asked, careful to contain just how excited he was. She nodded.
After he had given her a full house tour, Spencer was a little less incredulous. She walked in the kitchen, still trying to wrap her head around it all.
"I still can't really believe it," she said finally. "This is so weird."
"A good weird, though, right?" Toby asked. She nodded incessantly.
They sat and spoke for a while before Toby remembered his final surprise.
"There's one more place we have to see," he recalled.
She furrowed her eyebrows. "We went everywhere," she disputed.
"There's one place we're missing, though," he said before taking her hand and leading her back up the stairs. They went to the far end of the hallway and Toby stopped in front of a door. He left Spencer outside for a moment to check on the kitten. Finally, he emerged outside and let Spencer in.
Spencer walked into the bedroom. It was so beautiful. That painting she loved so much was hanging on a wall in a beautiful hand-carved and painted frame.
"Toby, it's so gorgeous," she uttered, unable to say anything else.
But Toby hadn't been listening. Toby had been in the closet getting the tiny kitten. He finally came back out with the small new member of their family.
Spencer looked about ready to burst into tears. She quickly picked up the kitten.
"This is a female British Shorthair and she needed a home and I knew you would love her," he explained as he watched his fiancé get misty-eyed over the tiny little creature.
"Does she have a name?" she asked.
"No, she doesn't. I thought that you should name her yourself," he said with a smile.
Spencer bit her lip as she thought. "What do you want to name her?" she asked.
"Spencer, she's your cat."
Spencer pouted. The kitten looked at him curiously, tilting her small head. They both waited for an answer.
"Do you really want to know?"
She nodded incessantly as the kitten played with her hand.
Toby sighed. "As girly and stupid as it sounds, I always really liked the movie 'Breakfast at Tiffany's'—"
"You're right; it does sound extremely girly," she teased.
He rolled his eyes. "—And if I got a cat, I always wanted to name my hypothetical cat 'Cat'," he confessed.
She shook her head. "You're such a goofball. Well…I don't want to name her Cat. I can just imagine us putting up posters if she ever ran away. I can just picture us walking up and down the streets calling 'Cat' and it looks like a nightmare," she said softly as she pet the small animal.
Spencer pulled the kitten closer to her as she thought. The kitten gave her a tiny "Meow" before beginning to purr.
"I think I want to name her…Pandora," she concluded. "She just looks like a Pandora."
Toby thought of it. "You're the only person I know who would name a cat something like Pandora," he said with a smile on his face.
"You're the one who wanted to name her Pandora!" Spencer retorted.
"You're such a nerd and I love you."
A slight blush crept onto Spencer's face. "Really?" she asked quietly.
He nodded. Taking her free hand, he kissed her. The kiss was about to become more heated before the little kitten reminded them that she was still in Spencer's hand.
"Hey, maybe we can name her Pandora Cat Cavanaugh," she said finally.
Toby nodded as he thought of the name. "I just realized that neither of us should be allowed to name our hypothetical child," he thought aloud.
Spencer began to laugh. "Our poor kid would have to live with a really horrific name for the rest of their lives. Maybe we can ask our friends who have children for a more logical name. And we should definitely avoid asking Hanna," she added.
She stared at the kitten fondly for a moment more. "I should probably put her down now, right?" she asked before placing her gently on the floor. Pandora quickly jumped out of Spencer's hand, stumbling across the hard wood floor. She stuck her tiny nose out of the room, looking up and down the hallway. Toby and Spencer watched her curiously. She was almost acting like a little puppy. They watched as she trotted off out of their room.
"You know that she was the best present you ever could've gotten me, right?" she asked as she put her arms around his neck and leaned back on the bed.
"Better than this house?" he asked, only slightly insulted.
"The house is beautiful, Toby, and I know you designed it and everything, but…I've always wanted a pet and…it kind of makes me think that you're ready to start a family soon. And I think it's cute," she said.
His cheeks began to feel a bit red. "What makes you say that?" he inquired.
She shrugged. "It's just…taking care of a pet is like the step before needing to take care of a kid. It's actually really comforting knowing you're responsible enough to take care of a pet. It lets me know that you'll be able to take care of our child…when we have one," she said with a slight blush.
"Or two…or three…or four," he added.
"Two is a good number. Three is a bit much. Any more after four and you're going to need a vasectomy, because I'm not living without sex," she said before kissing him.
"Are you still on the pill?" he asked, pulling away from her.
"Yeah, why?"
He pecked her softly on the lips before answering. "Because from the looks of things, we're about to start practicing making a baby…and I have no intentions on stopping," he said before kissing her again.
"I'm not opposed to it," she replied. As she began to kiss him, she quickly slid back onto the bed.
They both smiled before kissing each other again. Spencer wasted no time to get rid of his shirt.
"Oh, and for the record, you seduced me this time," Spencer said with a small smile, referencing their disagreement which led to a food fight.
Toby rolled his eyes. "Anal-retentive…" he mumbled quietly.
She sat up abruptly. "Anal-retentive?" she asked loudly. "I am not!"
"That was the worst joke I've ever heard. Spence, you're OCD about your socks," he commented.
"I'm not OCD; you're just a slob. How can you just throw all your socks in a drawer? And you don't put them in order according to color or style, either!" she answered indignantly.
"You're the only person I know who organizes their socks," he said before rolling off of her.
She quickly climbed on top of him. "Fine, I'll admit that I am. But can we get back to what we were doing? I enjoyed that a lot more and—"
She was quickly cut off by a kiss.
"I didn't say you aren't cute when you get into one of your little nerd-panic attacks," he announced.
She pouted. "You're adorable when you do that, too."
She thought about how to respond. "Am I adorable when I do this?" she asked before giving him a few less-than-innocent kisses.
"Hmm…I can think of a few other adjectives," he answered.
She smiled before proceeding to kiss him again. After several kisses, he pulled away from her.
"And now you're seducing me," he said with a small smirk.
She sighed. "Honestly, I don't even care anymore," she answered before kissing him again.
Spencer bit her lip as she stared into Toby's crystalline blue eyes. She remembered what home felt like.
As they continued to communicate without words, she realized something she really failed to think about this entire time.
In her previous relationships, she always kept idealizing the guy, or at the very least, she tricked herself into believing it was love.
But now, she knew she wasn't making it up. She knew this wasn't just something in her mind.
They were both interrupted by a high-pitched "Meow" at the foot of their bed. Spencer sat up and peered over the edge to see Pandora looking up at her with her similar blue eyes. She wanted to come onto the bed.
Spencer quickly bent over the bed (Toby enjoying the view from behind) and pulled Pandora onto the bed with them.
"This is going to sound weird, but she looks so much like you," Spencer said with a small laugh.
"Is it the eyes?" he asked.
She nodded. "I hope our kids have the same eyes," she commented.
"Are you forgetting? Pandora is our daughter. So technically, they do have the same eyes," he teased, doing his best to mock her.
She wasn't very amused (well, she was, but she wasn't about to give him that satisfaction). "I see my impeccable attention to detail has rubbed off on you, along with my need to always be right," she said with a small pout as she stroked Pandora, who was snuggled up in between the both of them. Her nose was buried underneath Toby's side. Spencer sighed. "She's just the cutest thing I've ever seen," she commented.
"Really? Besides me, of course," he joked.
She shook her head. "She's cuter than you," she retorted. She continued to stroke Pandora's head and heard her purr into the clean white sheets. "I don't know how I'm going to leave her for a week," Spencer said.
"Hanna already promised me she could take good care of Pandora. Apparently, they're good friends now. But then again, Pandora's brother is at Jason and Aria's house. And I'm sure Cassidy wouldn't mind having another playmate," he said.
"Don't tell Aria or Jason this, but Pandora is way cuter than their cat," Spencer said.
"You're not biased at all," he answered with an undertone of sarcasm.
"She is. And she listens. It's like she's really listening to you when you talk," she said, still in a daze.
"Okay, Spencer. Maybe you should put Pandora down so we can go to sleep now," he said.
"Can she sleep with us?" Spencer asked.
"Spence, don't be silly. I'm sure she'd be much more comfortable sleeping in a pile of your clothes or something. What if you crush her?"
Spencer looked distress by the mere thought of her new kitten getting crushed. "You're right," she said. She reached over the edge of the bed and pulled Toby's t-shirt over her head. She went into the closet with Pandora, getting a blanket of hers. She took the blanket and placed it on the floor about ten or fifteen feet away from the bed.
"Pandora, why don't you sleep here tonight?" Spencer asked in a high-pitched, baby-talk voice.
Pandora squeaked in response. She didn't really want to leave Spencer, but reluctantly made her way onto the top of the blanket. She waddled around three or four times in a circle before plopping down. She looked up at Spencer anxiously before placing her head down on the blankets.
Spencer smiled as she watched Pandora. When she felt that Pandora felt comfortable enough, she climbed back into bed with Toby.
Toby kissed her on the cheek. "You're going to make an amazing mom one day," he commented.
She blushed. "First, I want to be an amazing wife. I can focus on all of that later," she said before kissing him on the lips.
"Right now, all I want to focus on is being here, with you."
Addictedtospoby: Thank you! And you know I really missed you, right? Anyway, I hope the cat was second best. I think little Pandora is adorable.
QueenSpoby:No, the doctors believed that Tiffany had a placenta abruption after giving birth to little Chlobird, but thankfully, they're both perfectly healthy, so it's all okay. This chapter was like super fluffy so I hope you enjoyed it.
AL3110: They got a kitten! And she's CUTE. I PROMISE, AL. And you know how I love you. I made this kitty cute for you. Since you're so cute and you're so fond of the word cute. My brain melts from Geometry.
Guest: I hope you enjoyed meeting Tiffany and Shane's baby girl! I affectionately call her "Chlobird", so feel free to use that nickname if you want.
mickeymack16:Tiff will be fine for the wedding, I promise. She looks amazing in the bridesmaid dress and motherhood is a good look on her. I promise.
FabsirellaPrincessOfPopcornia: Spencer, Toby, and Pandora are the ideal family, aren't they? So cute. I just...ugh, I feel warm and fuzzy just thinking about that family. So adorable.
Guest:Yes, this was the last official chapter, and now all I have to upload is the epilogue next week :( There is a poll on my profile about a potential sequel/threequel, so if you'd like a sequel, feel free to vote, or if not, feel just as free! If a sequel/threequel to this is not in the cards, then I will probably be uploading another Spoby or a Haleb/Spoby story after this one.
Prettylittleliars-spoby: Believe me, I am so sad to see this come to an end, but it's like closing a chapter of my young life, and I plan on having a very long, long book. I may do a sequel, but if not, you should still keep a look out for me, because I will (no doubt) be uploading something else soon. And still, I have my one-shots!
Sylviecake231:I wouldn't call bronchitis painful, just really annoying. Like, you have these fits of coughs where you can't breathe and you kind of sound like a smoker. I'm still recovering, and when I don't talk for like twenty minutes/half an hour and then go to speak, I sound like I smoke like ten cigarettes a day. It's also a really gross feeling in your throat. I like 4B! I like it more than 4A and 3B. I'm so excited for this week's film noir episode. It looks great (and it's also very Spoby centric, so...what's not to love about that?) and I can't wait to see how all the liars look in black and white. I don't know if you're keen on spoilers (but if you are, look away), but I heard some sort of rumour that someone gets married? I laughed when I saw a bunch of Spobettes like, "I want it to be Spencer" blah blah blah. And then I heard some kind of buzz like someone leaked the finale script. People were pissed, people were happy, and I'm just left out of the loop like...I don't know anything. I actually love evil Ezra (or as I'm sure Sarah would say, EzrA). I don't think I said anything about Toby being in the most recent episode (and if I did, I was wrong...boo), even though on the wikia page, it DID say he was supposed to be in the last episode. Then again, people troll that place all the time. The Ezria and Spoby fanwar is ridiculous on the wikia.
eveningshades1107: Is that like Maury or something? Sounds familiar. I think I've actually sung Elijah Rock before...no, wait, that was Rockin' Jerusalem or something like that. I don't know. Don't judge me. It's 10:19 PM and I'm typing this very quietly because I was really determined. No! I am not committing suicide! Do you remember that Tiffany is my "incarnation" in this story? Yeah, I'm not planning on killing myself. I actually made a joke about naming it Cat (and its middle name is Cat!) because of you. That was for you. I've actually never seen Breakfast at Tiffany's, but it was the third on the best movies of all time list that someone made, so it's probably good (that was such a weird sentence). And you know...Audrey Hepburn...she's cute. Actually, Pandora's Greek. I asked my friend Julien (who I am so proud of because as a freshman, he got one of the only parts in A Chorus Line, and he's actually playing Greg...I'm sure you know all about A Chorus Line since you're a theatre freak like me and him) if that was an acceptable name for a cat. I kind of misled him and told him that it was my cat...he got very confused and felt kind of bad for my cat. But I figured it appealed to Spencer's (and mine, as well) nerd side. I mean...Pandora. Greek mythological name? It means talented one. Of COURSE Spencer would consider her child to be "talented". Why not name her kitty cat Talented Cat? Like, that's literally the cat's name (and then whatever Cavanaugh means, if it means anything at all). So the meaning of Pandora's name: talented cat Cavanaugh.
vondydora:Okay...let me actually think...it is now September in the story. Spencer and Toby got engaged in December of the previous year. The actual story (and the end of Begin Again) happened in October of the previous year. Chapter 27 of Begin Again (the last chapter) happened seven months before the epilogue, which would make it...March. Part Three of Begin Again (I estimate) began in about the beginning of February. I think I mentioned that Brandon, Spencer and Andrew's son, died about a month or two prior to the beginning of Part Three of Begin Again. That would be about the beginning of January. I think Cassidy's birthday is in October or November (I guess; I know you didn't ask, but I want to write it down so that if I ever make it inconsistent, someone can correct me and refer me to this post). So it's been...almost two years since Brandon was born and died (I think I said he died like a month after he was born, so he was born in about December). So to answer your question...about 21 months, to be exact. And that reminds me, my Latin teacher was really pissed at most of us today and he called this one girl a bitch (indirectly, and to be fair, she was being annoying).
Guest:To answer your question, look above. For the short answer, 21 months. For the long detailed answer in which I rack my brain trying to figure it out, just read the comment above. Thank you for reviewing!
Guest:Thank you very much!
Guest:Well, here's the update! Don't expect me again until about Tuesday, though.
Okay, so I'm really not supposed to still be up, but I was really determined to write this for you guys.
Please, please update to let me know what you think of this all. This chapter's really really long. And also, let me know if you'd like a sequel!
Okay, bye! -Kayson