I just... ugh. I don't know anymore. I am seriously starting to worry about myself. I can't tell if I am just stressing out to the max, or if this stupid shot and my hormones being changed has finally gotten to me, or if depression is a side effect of the shot. I don't know. I just know I'm exhausted all the time, I have no motivation to do anything, I cried for half an hour last night cuz I felt "alone". I just feel like a need a nice, long hug. And a rum & coke.

Anyway, enough of my problems. I am reluctant to use up my already-typed stuff, but I don't want to be selfish either.

Besides, this part makes me happy, so hopefully it will make you happy and then you can make me more happy by telling me how happy you are.

"Spencer."

Spencer groaned, trying to curl further into the seat.

"Spencer. Come on, wake up. We're at the motel."

"Don' wanna." Spencer's eyes slowly blinked open against his will.

Derek chuckled, reaching across him and undoing the seatbelt. "Come on, pretty boy." He wrapped one arm around Spencer's back, tucking the other under his knees and picking him up.

"Dere'," muttered Spencer, clutching the front of Derek's t-shirt tightly. "C-Cold."

"I know, I'm sorry. Almost to the room." Derek pushed the propped open door with his foot, walking in and setting Spencer down on the bed. "I'll be right back, kid. Gotta get our stuff."

Spencer nodded, slowly sitting up and trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes, blinking a few times as they adjusted to the light. He glanced up as Derek stumbled back into the room, clutching his duffel, Spencer's suitcase, and their jackets.

"I could have helped you with those," said Spencer, trying, and failing, to stifle a yawn.

"With how tired you are, you probably would've hurt yourself," chuckled Derek.

Spencer shot him a glare, which was ruined by another yawn sneaking out. Derek laughed, setting their stuff down and unzipping Spencer's suitcase.

"What you wear for bed?" he asked.

Spencer gave him a confused look. "Pajamas."

Derek grinned, shaking his head. "Where in here are they?"

"On top."

Derek pulled them out, tossing them to Spencer. "Hey, where you going?" he asked as Spencer clambered off the bed.

"To the bathroom to change."

"You know, I've seen it all," said Derek cheekily, laughing as Spencer blushed and hurried into the bathroom.

Inside, Spencer quickly changed out of his clothes and pulled on his pajamas. He snuck back out to the other room, blushing again as he spotted Derek undressing. He snatched his toothbrush and toothpaste and rushed back to the bathroom.

He brushed his teeth thoroughly for the recommended sixty seconds in a circular motion, making sure to reach all the way to the back teeth. Tucking his toothbrush back into its case, he tried to tame his hair, which was sticking up on the side from the seat in the car. With a sigh, he decided it was good enough and slowly walked back into the other room.

He stopped short as he saw Derek lying on the bed, dressed in only his boxers. It was then that Spencer noticed there was only one bed.

Derek frowned as he saw Spencer staring, sighing when he figured it out. "I'm sorry, Spencer. It was the only room left. I can sleep on the floor if it would-"

"No," said Spencer, walking over to the bed and lying down beside him. "This is okay."

Derek smiled at him. "Would it make you more comfortable if I put a shirt on?"

Spencer cursed in his head as he blushed again. "No, it's alright," he said quietly.

Derek propped his head up on a hand, staring down the length of Spencer's body. He slowly reached out and drew up the bottom of Spencer's cowboy pajama shirt. "I can't believe our baby's in there," he whispered, staring at the smooth expanse of skin. "Do you know when you'll start showing?"

Spencer shook his head, staring down at his own stomach. "Probably soon. I'm much thinner than most women."

Derek nodded, reaching out and laying a hand on the pale stomach. "Hello, baby," he said softly. "Your daddies are here."

Spencer smiled, laying a hand on Derek's shoulder.

"I'm excited for you to start growing," continued Derek, rubbing his hand across the skin. "And your grandmama's gonna be excited too. You're gonna be one spoiled baby, even before you're born."

"Derek," said Spencer softly, in warning.

Derek nodded. "I know, pretty boy. Even if you put the baby up for adoption, I know it will still be spoiled." Derek turned to stare at him, his eyes serious. "I will make sure our baby goes to someone who will love them and spoil them, as if they were their own."

Spencer stared at him, laying his hand softly on a dark cheek. "Derek, I-"

Derek leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "I know." Derek tugged Spencer's shirt back down.

Spencer sighed as Derek climbed off the bed, going to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He reached down, running his hand soothingly across his stomach. He wanted to be able to talk to his baby, whisper comforting words and mumble nonsense, but he felt too ridiculous. He wished it was as easy for him as it seemed to be for Derek. He drew his hand away as Derek returned and pulled the blanket up over them, turning the light off.

Spencer scooted closer to him, biting his bottom lip. "Derek?"

"Hmm?"

"C-Can you turn the bathroom light on?"

He felt the body beside him turn, and guessed Derek was searching his face out in the black. "What?"

"I…" Spencer glanced around at the shadows, gulping nervously. "I'm…"

"Spencer, are you afraid of the dark?"

Spencer tucked his face against Derek's shoulder, nodding. He whimpered as Derek pulled away, glancing around frantically.

"Here we go," he heard Derek say, and then a soft light flooded the room.

He sighed as Derek walked back and climbed into the bed. "Better?"

Spencer nodded, pressing up against Derek's side again. "You must think I'm pathetic," he muttered.

Derek shook his head, wrapping his arms tightly around Spencer's waist. "No. I think it's kind of cute," he said. "And this way, I get to protect you. Keep you safe at night."

Spencer laid his head on his chest. "I like the sound of that." He breathed in Derek's scent, pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin.

"Good night, pretty boy."

"Good night," he replied sleepily, his eyes already drifting closed.

I think that's my cue to go to bed. Next chapter, Spencer meets Derek's mama.

Review? I need some love. :(