A/N: Hi everyone! Just wanted to say a quick thank-you to all those who read this story, reviewed, favorited, or followed. It means a lot. And also a shout-out to tobyequalshotness for giving me my first review. This is the last chapter of The Heart-Shaped Headstone, but I am planning on doing a new multi-chapter story soon so be on the look out for more of my stuff. Hope you enjoy the chapter!
"Spencer, I got the car warmed up, you ready to go?" I heard a voice call from downstairs.
"I'm coming"I replied.
When I go to the bottom of the stairs I was face to face with Toby and he gave me a quick kiss before helping me to the car. I sat in the passenger seat of the truck and Toby drove until we reached the narrow dirt road of Rosewood Cemetery.
We walked together hand in hand over to the grave with the heart-shaped headstone. And like every other time we both silently cried and supported each other. And once again I read the words carved into the black marble.
Today is September 9, 2014. A year ago today my little bundle of joy left this world. That day was one of the worst days of my life and I thought for sure that I'd never be happy again. But here I am a year later and I could never imagine myself happier. Toby and I had gotten married May and it was amazing. All the girls were there, as we had started talking and getting back together after Toby proposed, and even my parents showed up and said they were happy for and wished us luck. After he proposed Toby quit his job in Pittsburg and moved back to Rosewood permanently and we both lived at the loft.
You could tell just by looking at us, that we were a young couple in love, but like any other marriage we had our ups and downs but we got through them together. Toby and a friend of his started their construction company and it is going pretty well and Aria, Hanna, and I own an interior decorating business together. Yes, Toby and I are happy together and I love being called Spencer Jill Cavanaugh. And just when I thought my life couldn't get anymore perfect I took a pregnancy test on what would have been Joyce's first birthday and screamed with excitement when I saw the positive sign.
Our new little bundle of joy is due in March and both Toby and I are excited to be parents. My only fear is that our time with this little one will be short as well, like it was with Joyce. But I know that as long as I have my safe place to land we can get through anything together. And I hope that we will have many more children to love in the future. But no matter how many children Toby and I have or how many years go by, Toby and I will still visit the heart-shaped grave.
Joyce really was a little miracle. She is the reason I kept going after thinking that Toby was dead. It was a miracle that she lived as long as she did. And she is also the reason that Toby and I are back together. As much as I would have loved for her to be with us I know that I never would have met Toby in the cemetery if it wasn't for her. But in some ways she's still here. I feel her with me at night when I can't sleep or when I look in the stores for new baby items. She might not be where we can see her but she'll always be with us.