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"Paige."

"Hmm?"

"Your phone's ringing again."

Paige snuggled further down into the covers of Spinner's bed, pressing herself flush against him. "Let it ring."

Spinner chuckled wand wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer. "If you say so," he whispered against her hair.

She sighed, feeling all of the bad stuff she had been holding in for so long evaporate. As much as she liked to pretend otherwise; her life wasn't that great. An amazing job was all well and good, but it required at least an eighteen hour work day-leaving time for very little else. For a long time she had been trying to convince herself that it was enough.

Now, wrapped up n Spinner's arms, she was more certain than ever that it was far from enough.

The phone stopped ringing, and she sighed contentedly. It had been going off every few minutes for the last hour, but she refused to answer it, knowing it was probably work. She had another day left before she had to think about it and she intended to use it to its fullest advantage.

"That could have been important you know," Spinner said. "They've been calling all night."

Paige pulled back and quirked an eyebrow at him. "More important than what we're doing right now?"

The grin that broke out on his face was so sincere; it caused a matching one to spread across her own while she awaited his answer.

"Well," he said, "we're not really doing anything at the moment."

"Yes we are," she insisted. "We're … getting reacquainted."

Spinner nodded, knowing all too well that Paige's mind could rarely be changed on anything. "Reacquainted. I think I like that."

She returned to her previous position, cozier in that moment than she ha been in a long time.

"Paige?"

"Yeah?"

"Would it be okay if I took you to the airport tomorrow?" he asked softly. It was almost like he was afraid of her response.

The image of Spinner from over ten years before came into her mind. After the year end dace in grade nine, Spin had walked her home and asked her shyly on her front porch if she would maybe want to do something sometime. He had still been orange from his misuse of self-tanning lotion and looked like an Oompa Loompa as he shifted from one foot to the other and waited for her answer. He sounded just as nervous as he had at fifteen and she felt the same sense of free falling that she had then.

"As if I would say no to that," she answered, kissing him soundly, and giggled as he rolled her over onto her back.

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Paige shifted uneasily from one foot to the other as she waited to board her plane. After much convincing, she had managed to talk Dylan and Marco into not coming with them. After everything that had happened she just wanted some alone time with Spinner.

He watched her biting her lip nervously and melted. He hated that Paige was leaving, more than he was willing to admit even to himself. The last few days had bee amazing. There was something about being with Paige that made him feel invincible-like he was king of the world and nothing could go wrong.

"So," she said, "this week …"

"Yeah?" he prodded.

She smiled up at him almost shyly. "It was amazing. One of the best I've had in a long, long time," she confessed before lowering her eyes to the ground.

Spinner stepped closer, tilting her chin up with his finger. Her eyes met his and he saw a few tears making the light blue green orbs glitter under the fluorescent lights of the airport.

"I'm really gonna miss you, Paige," he whispered.

Paige placed her hands on his face, standing up on her tip-toes to kiss him softly. "I'll miss you too, hon."

"Promise you'll stop by the next time you're in town?" he asked as her hands fell down to his shoulders.

She beamed up at him, winding her arms around his neck and letting her fingers tangle in the hair at the back of his neck. He shivered involuntarily, memories of the past week flooding back to him.

Paige felt it, and had to fight the urge to let the plane take off without her. "Promise," she told him instead.

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"Paige!"

Paige looked up when she heard her name and smiled, shaking her head. "I told you not to come." It was just like Terri to show up when Paige had specifically asked her not to.

"As if I would let you take a cab home after a week with your parents," Terri replied, engulfing her in a hug.

Paige returned the embrace, secretly delighted to have one of her best and oldest friends making a fuss over her. When she had first found out Terri was moving to Montreal three years earlier to open her own modeling agency she was thrilled and they had become inseparable ever since. It gave them both a small taste of home and the past in a very cold city.

"Are you sure you went to see your parents?" Terri asked, one eyebrow raised in suspicion.

"Yes. Why?"

They had reached the luggage claim. Paige stooped to pick up he bags while Terri continued to study her. "You're glowing. That's why. You look like you went to a spa."

Paige flushed and didn't say anything to the comment. But she didn't need to. One look at the tiny, secretive smile on her friend's face and she knew what had happened.

"What's his name?" she asked.

"Who?"

Terri shook her head indulgently. "Whoever gave you that spring in your step."

Paige stopped and starred at her. "Spring?"

"Yes," Terri responded, "spring. So talk."

"No."

"What? Paige …" Terri complained.

Paige laughed, shaking her head at her friend's outrage. She knew if the situation was reversed, she would be just as curious.

"Please," Terri asked again, latching onto Paige's arm and shaking it as they made their way out to Terri's car.

"Fine," Paige relented, "his name is Gavin."

"Gavin?" Terri's nose wrinkled involuntarily at the name. Then her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in realization. "You mean … Spinner?!"

Paige nodded, letting her smile finally break free. "It was amazing."

Terri hugged her. "Oh my gosh, how did this even happen?"

They got into the car, Paige telling the story on the way to the apartment complex where they both lived, and Terri listened, enraptured.

"Are you going to see him again?"

They got out of the car, walking slowly to the front gate. Paige sighed. "I don't know, Ter. Spin lives in Toronto, I live here. It's not exactly ideal."

"But if you guys were together, the obviously something's still there," Terri remarked as Paige unlocked her door and stepped into her apartment.

She sat her bags by the door and collapsed onto her couch. She hated flying. "You really need to grow out of this hopeless romantic thing, hon. It was … nice. And now it's just another wonderful memory."

"Nice?" Terri asked in disbelief. "Nice doesn't make you glow like that."

"Okay, really nice," Paige conceded. "Perfect. But that doesn't mean I'm harboring grand romantic notions about a happily ever after. It was a fling."

Terri had known Paige long enough to know when she was trying to downplay something. Whatever had happened with Spinner while she was in Toronto had affected her more than she was willing to admit. And that was okay for the time being. She would when she was ready. "Whatever you say, Paige."

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"You have to go to a doctor," Terri said sternly.

"I'm fine," Paige insisted. She was currently stretched out on her couch, too weak to even make it to her bedroom.

"You are not fine. You've had this, whatever it is, for almost two weeks. Paige, you threw up on your boss today. You need a doctor."

"I'm just tired," she told her. "I've been killing myself to make up for a week off. I just need some sleep and I'll be fine."

It was all Terri could do not to shake some sense into her. She was right about working too hard, but it was more than that. She had watched Paige steadily grow paler and more worn out by the day. But Paige was one of the most stubborn people she had ever met. There was no way she would go to a doctor when she was dead set against it. "Paige, honey, you look like death. You have no energy, no appetite. Please."

"Fine," she said in exasperation. "I'll go tomorrow."

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Terri burst into Paige's apartment. She had called while Terri was in a meeting, leaving a near hysterical message on her voicemail. "Paige!"

She ran all through the apartment, growing more and more panicked by the second until she finally found Paige in her room, sitting stoically on her bed, staring a framed photo in her hands.

"Paige," Terri sighed, a mix of relief, terror, and annoyance in her voice, "what's wrong?"

She sat beside her on the bed, her arm going around Paige's shoulders as she continued to stare at the picture she was holding. Terri glanced at it, seeing it was a selection of old images from grade seven through high school. The smiling faces of the two of them, Ash, Hazel, Spinner, Jimmy, Marco, Ellie, and even Craig from different phases in their lives looked back up at them from behind the glass.

"Do you ever think that if you had known the way your life turn out, you would have done everything differently?" Paige asked quietly.

"Okay, you're starting to scare me here. What did the doctor say? Are you alright? Are you sick?"

Paige glanced up. Terri's heart broke at the look in her eyes. She was obviously terrified about something and it had to do with the picture she was holding.

"Paige," she repeated, "are you okay?"

"I'm pregnant."

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