2 Weeks later…
Aria's POV
I threw the last bit of clothes into my suitcase, before looking around at the room making sure I didn't forget anything. As great as the honeymoon was, I was glad to be going home. One reason being that we are meeting with an adoption agency in a few days.
Ezra walked back into the room just as I was zipping the suitcase shut.
"Ready, we don't want to miss our flight." Ezra said, glancing around the messy hotel room.
"I think we're ready." I confirmed as I shoved my phone charger into the carry on.
"Carry on check, suitcase check." Ezra said, glancing around the room making sure we didn't forget anything.
"Plane tickets!" I practically shouted, as I pointed to the plane tickets lying on the table.
"And check." Ezra said grabbing the plane tickets, and following me out the door.
Since our hotel was so close to the airport, and we shared one suitcase we decided to make the walk to the airport.
"Hey big A." A very familiar voice said, as I passed them.
I took a double take, and stopped in my tracks. Ezra was still walking ahead of me wheeling the suitcase behind him.
"Mona?" I asked totally confused when I turned to see Mona standing behind me.
Mona smiled and gave me a small wave.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, seeing Mona who still wasn't completely better was not something I anticipated while on my honeymoon.
"Just a trip to get out of Rosewood." Mona replied, like it was no big deal.
"Aria, come on! Our flight leaves in an hour!" Ezra shouted from down the sidewalk, finally realizing I wasn't beside him.
"Well, I should go. It was good seeing you Mona." I lied, turning around on my heels.
"Oh Aria, do me a favor and tell Hanna not to worry about me?" Mona asked.
"Yeah, sure." I replied, before running to catch up with Ezra.
"What was that all about?" Ezra asked, holding open the door for me.
"Mona's here." I stated simply.
"Why is Mona in France?" Ezra asked just as confused as I was.
"I could ask you the same thing."
Spencer's POV
"Toby." I greeted swinging open the door to reveal Toby.
"I know it's sudden. But I was wondering if you'd join me for coffee?" Toby asked, with a small smile.
"Oh, so like a date?" I asked with a smirk, raising one eyebrow.
Over the past two weeks Toby and I have talked a lot more, becoming as close as we were as teenagers. If not even more. But with Toby still getting over Yvonne's death, and everything that happened between him and Alex I wasn't entirely sure where that left us.
Toby chuckled, and nodded his head.
"Well if that's what you consider it, then yes."
"So, what do you say?" Toby asked, leaning up against the door frame.
"I'd love too. I just need to get dressed first." I replied, gesturing to my pink and black pajama pants. Along with my fuzzy socks.
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About an hour later Toby and I found ourselves in the brew, both of us sat on either side of the orange colored couch. Two steaming cups of coffee sat on the table in front of us. Toby dug through a bookshelf which was messily littered with magazines, books, and old games.
"Well, would you look at what I found." Toby chuckled pulling an old and tattered box out, making books collapse in the process. "You up for a game of scrabble?" He asked, holding up the box.
"I'm always up for scrabble." I answered, snatching the box from him and taking the dusty board out.
…
"Your turn." I said, as I jotted down how many points I have just received.
I could see out of the corner of my eye as Toby neatly placed the letters on the board. I looked up from the score sheet to see Toby has spelled out the word 'girlfriend'.
"That's…" I started to say as I counted how many points it was, thinking nothing it.
"Spencer? "Toby asked, interrupting me.
"Yeah?" I asked looking up at him.
"How about this. How many points for, Spencer, will you be my girlfriend?" Toby asked with a smile.
"Are you serious?" I gasped, and a smile spread across my face.
I wasn't expecting this that soon. I mean with my twin practically raping him. But even then, I thought he was still getting over his fiancées death.
Toby just smiled and nodded his head.
"I'd be honored too." I affirmed.
"It was always you, Spence."
Emily's POV
"Are you sure you'll be fine?" I asked once again, standing in the living room of my childhood home.
"Honey I promise. I raised you, and you turned out perfectly fine." My mom pointed out, giving both Lily and Grace a bottle.
"Em, we're going to be five minutes away." Alison said.
With twin girls you never had time to get things done, and you never got time to yourself. Your day was pretty much filled with crying babies.
My mom had offered to take them for the night. That way we could get errands done and start the wedding planning.
"Trust me, I didn't want to leave you when you were a baby. But you need this, allow yourself to have a break." My mom added, resting a hand on my shoulder.
"You're right, they'll be fine. We need this." I finally admitted to myself, before kissing Lily and Grace goodbye one last time.
"Thank you for this." I heard Alison thank my mom one last time, before following me out the door.
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"Where should we start?" I asked scanning over the various wedding magazines Hanna had provided us.
"Location." Alison suggested.
"What do you think of a beach wedding?" I asked, looking at Alison.
"I have a better idea, you me and the Eiffel tower." Alison said with a smile.
"Paris! Are you serious?" I asked flabbergasted.
"Completely serious, it's always been our dream. What do you think?" Alison asked.
"I love it!" I smiled.
"Great, its settled then."
Hope you enjoyed this chapter, Sorry for the long wait. Also, sorry if this chapter was boring. I'm really trying here. Please vote and comment.
