A/N: Mmkay, trust me, this is when the story starts to go into the direction I want it to. I promise that it'll be worth reading, and the more you reveiw the more I'll update. Another short chapter, so I plan on writing another one before I hit the sack. (Last day of school tomorow so I guess I got inspired?). But anyway, you guys are the only things that keep me writing, and I hope you like it. BTW FLASHBACK IS IN ITALICS )

Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own South of Nowhere, 'cause if I did it wouldn't be getting canceled and we would've already watched 3B. Anyone wanna kill the N with me? XD

I looked down at him, and I couldn't help but smile. That was my son, and nothing's gonna change that.

"Is he sleeping?" Spencer whispered from the doorway.

"Yeah…" I replied, and looked down at him one last time before walking out of his room.

"Well, aren't you just the most perfect mom," Spence replied sarcastically.

"That would be you." I grinned and she gave me a quick kiss before we walked into our bedroom. I might as well just wait in Shawn's room for him to wake up 'cause he never sleeps the entire night…but I guess most babies don't. Wow, this whole mom thing is confusing.

"You okay?" my beautiful wife asked as she sat down on the bed next to me.

"When are we gonna tell him?" I sighed. If two girls could get one another pregnant without any guy involved, things would be so much easier.

"Ash, he's not even a month old…I think we have plenty of time to think about that." She put her hand on my thigh and smiled. She's not the one who has to worry about losing her son, even though he's not even mine technically.

"Yeah, you're right." I tried to ignore my not-so-happy thoughts, and with Spencer laying next to me in our bed, it wasn't that hard.

"Hey!" Shawn said while jumping over the back of the couch then sitting down on it.

"Had fun?" Spencer asked. She's definitely the more motherly one; I don't even know how to describe how I am.

"Yeah. Grandpa, Uncle Glen and Zach took me paintballing with them." I laughed at that. The last time I paintballed with them was after Paula found out about me and Spencer. Yeah, that was interesting.

"God, you reek." I coughed and grabbed the Febreeze can and started spraying it on him.

"What the fuck?!" He shot up and started backing away from the couch.

"You smell like major B/O." I laughed to myself.

"Fine, I'll be in the shower." Defeated by the powers of darkness, he walked away.

"Nice one," Spencer said bitterly.

"What?"

"You're such an asshole sometimes!" She got up off of the chair and started walking upstairs.

"Excuse me for not being all Brady fucking Bunch, my bad!"

"Yeah, it is your fucking bad, Ash. I know you've been pissed since the day you walked into that hospital room and saw him!" She waved her hands in the air and was yelling the loudest I've heard. Well, not really. I hear this almost every night.

"He looks nothing like me! As far as anyone knows he's my son, but he's not! He's yours and-." Before I could finish she cut me off.

"Its not that he doesn't look like you! It's just who he does look like! You could care less if it was anyone but him! So don't get pissed with me for something that isn't my fault! You agreed to it!"

"You know what?! Fuck off, Spencer!" I yelled from next to the couch, and I regretted it. The anger that was spread across her face was now hurt, and I could see the tears that were trying to fall.

"Fuck you, Ashley." And with that, she ran upstairs. I heard the bedroom door shut, and I knew one thing…I was sleeping on the couch tonight.

"Hey," I said as Shawn walked down the stairs. Apparently, he just got out of the shower. His hair was soaking wet and the tank top he was wearing looked like he got it from a Hooters girl in a wet t-shirt contest.

"Whatever." He walked into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of coke he never finished.

"What the fuck?" I walked over to him and sat on the counter, waiting for an answer.

"What's your problem?!" He turned to me and raised his voice.

"What are you talking abou-."

"Don't play dumb! You know just what the fuck I'm talking about!" He slammed his fists down on the counter. I guess those anger management sessions with Spencer's dad didn't work so well.

"Chill out! Whether you like it or not, I'm your mom, and you do have to respe-." God, I sware if he cuts me off one more fucking time I'm gonna kill someone!

"Just like you respect mom, right?" Ouch…that one hit me hard.

"Shawn…"

"No! Okay, I'm so done with you treating her like shit! I have no fucking clue why she stays with you through all this, 'cause I wouldn't! Maybe she'd be better off with da-." Hell no.

"Excuse me?! What the fuck did you just say?!" I got off the counter and got in his face. Even though he was taller than me, I could care less, I was pissed off to high-holy hell.

"I was right; mom should've stayed with Aiden! That you wouldn't be here!" He yelled, and I didn't say anything back.

My hand hit him hard across his cheek, and I could feel the stinging sensation. I looked at him and the right side of his face was red.

"I HATE YOU!" he yelled before storming upstairs and slamming his door shut. He may look like Aiden on the outside, but he's Spencer on the inside.