Nothing. He didn't say anything. He seemed like someone had just pressed pause on his whole entire life. She felt herself shake as he stared at the air it seemed, and she looked down. The silence was cut off by the loud bleep of Spencer's phone from her coat that was in the bathroom on the floor. She got up, and she noticed Toby was still frozen, his knees on the wood floor, his eyes staring ahead of him. His beanie was still on his head, and she saw him look down, but then he stared at the floor below him. Spencer grabbed her phone from her coat, and slid it to her ear, clicking the call open. "Hello?"

"Spencer? Hey! It's Hanna, just wanted to check up on you, you were pretty quiet at the bar, and I just wanted to make sure"—

"Oh, Hanna, no… it's…its fine, ummm," She stopped, because she felt tears grow in her eyes, as she brought her palm to her mouth. "Spencer? Spence, what's wrong?" Hanna asked, her voice growing anxious. Spencer let out a small pout, as she said, "Can… do you think you could come to Toby's loft and pick me up? I… I need to get something from the drug store…" Hanna was quiet, and then she answered back, "Spencer, why are you so upset? The drugstore… why would you need to…" But then she heard Hanna gasp. She heard Hanna in the background grabbing what sounded like her keys, as she quickly said, "Oh. My God, you think…?"

Spencer nodded, and whispered, "I think so…" Spencer let out a few tears, and she turned to face Toby, who was still on the floor, staring. It worried her. "Hanna, please just, can you hurry?" She cried, as she began to walk out of the bathroom. "Yes, I'll be there in a minute or two." Spencer hung up, and she leaned next to her boyfriend, his blue eyes still and cold.

"Toby…" Spencer couldn't even get her words out; she started to cry all over again. Suddenly, she closed her eyes, and she stayed standing up, as she threw her hands to her face, covering her eyes, sobbing into her hands. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry…" But then she felt two warm arms wrap around her, and she felt Toby bring her into his chest, as he took deep breaths. She leaned into him, as she cried. "I'm so stupid…"

"Stop, Spencer." Toby's voice said, but he sounded hurt. She opened her eyes, and looked at his bicep that was holding her against him. "But… but what if I really am… god…" Spencer let her arms wrap around Toby, holding herself to him as she cried. Toby rocked her slowly rubbing her back lightly, whispering, "I know this wasn't planned… we don't know for sure yet… but Spencer…" He pulled away from her, and he slightly leaned down to look at her in the face, and he touched her chin, to allow her to stare at him in his eyes. He had tears in his eyes, as he said this slowly, meaningfully, passionately: "I love you. Pregnant, or not, you are my fiancée, my girl, and I will do everything I can to take care of you." Spencer sobbed a little bit, as Toby hugged her again. It was silent in the room, it echoed her small cries. "I'm scared…" Spencer pouted. She felt weak to say it, but it was true. She wasn't ready to bring a baby into this world, but hell, she didn't want to think about getting an abortion. To her, she couldn't do that. But was she really ready to take on the challenges of being a mom? She didn't think she could, hell; she couldn't really even take care of herself. So… how on Earth could she protect her baby, Toby's baby?

"I know this is scary, Spencer, but please don't stress this out, don't blame yourself…" He paused, and Spencer looked up at him. He had another tear in his eye. "This is my fault. I should've… I should've been careful, but, I… I wasn't…" She stopped him. She touched his face with the side of her palm, trailing it down his face. "Shh… Please don't do that."

"Do what?" He asked, turning away, bringing his hands to his eye, wiping the tear away shamefully. Spencer grabbed him around his waist, and she stared up at him. "I'm sorry; I'm just… out of myself." Toby said, looking down at her gently, his eyes glistening with shame. She was about to speak again, but there were three quick knocks at the front door. Spencer watched as Toby wiped another tear away, and he turned to get go get the door, but Spencer touched his hand, stopping him. "I've got it… stay here Tobes." He stopped, but after she left, she saw his eyes watch her as she opened the red door, and as soon as she did, Hanna slid inside, her face sweating and red. She wore a red leather jacket, black jeans that were ripped, and her boots were dirty. Her hair was all frizzy in all the wrong places, and Hanna wiped sweat from her forehead, as Spencer took in her exhausted friend.

"Hanna, what's wrong?" Spencer asked; looking at Hanna's tired expression. Hanna suddenly lifted up a grocery bag, and Spencer grabbed it gently from her. She peered inside, and saw a pregnancy test box inside. She ripped her eyes back to Hanna, and hugged her tightly. Hanna hugged her back.

"I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable… so… I turned around as I got here, and I drove to the drugstore. I pulled my red hoodie over my head, and I skimmed through the isle, and I bought this for you. I was hoping no one saw me, but… what the hell. That's what friends are for."

Spencer smiled, and Hanna walked over to the couch, and placed her head back on the back of the couch, breathing out loudly. Spencer walked over, and sat next to her. She saw that Toby was out now, he was standing near the door, his shoulder leaning against it. Hanna gasped when she saw Toby, and she whispered to Spencer, "Does he know…?"

Spencer nodded. Hanna got up off the couch, and she 'hugged' Toby. She'd never done that before. Toby seemed surprised, and he hugged Hanna back, he seemed to appreciate her comfort. Hanna had that affect on people. "I'm so sorry… For both of you. But, I'm here to help, in any way, shape, or form. And kick A's ass if they get involved."

Spencer smiled gently at her small remark, but then she felt fear. Toby watched her face as Hanna walked back over to the couch, sitting right from Spencer. Toby paced over to Spencer, and she felt her hands beginning to shake. "Spencer? Are you feeling sick again?" Toby asked, sitting next to Spencer, taking her hands in his. "A… they'll find out…" Spencer began. Hanna stared at Spencer, her eyes sad and worried for her. Spencer looked down at the pregnancy test box that was on the floor in the bag, and she reached inside it, taking the box from the grocery bag. Toby's eyes shifted from the box in her hand, to Spencer's face. "I won't let A hurt you… or the baby… Are you ready to take the test?" Toby added, trying to stay calm. Spencer nodded, but she had never felt this nervous and anxious in her whole life. If it was negative, she'd probably just breathe and slowly get over it… but if it was positive… if she really was pregnant… What was she going to do?

"Hanna… Toby… can you guys just wait here? I'll be right back." Hanna stood up as Spencer got up and began to walk towards the bedroom. "You sure you don't want me to be with you? I could like, rub your shoulders, or help you aim the"—

"Whoa, Hanna, I love you, but I need to do this on my own." Hanna nodded, and as she picked her pink IPhone from her back pocket. "Do you want me to call the girls…?" Hanna asked, holding her phone in front of herself. Spencer nodded, and she tightened her grip on the box in her hands. Toby stood up, walking over to Spencer, as he grabbed her around the waist, and kisses her forehead gently. Spencer shook from nerves.

"No matter what the tests says Spencer… I'm going to be here for you, we all will. Okay?" Spencer whimpers, not from being upset, but because she knew this was true. She was so grateful for these people to be in her life, and even now she still had them. "Okay." She answered and Toby let her go, as she walked across the room, and to the bedroom. Once she was in the bedroom, she could hear Hanna on the phone with, it sounded like, Aria. She didn't really care, she wanted them to be here when she found out… found out if she was pregnant. The word even made her sick, not from actually being sickened by the word, but because the word seemed far too mature for her. She wasn't ready… she wasn't even married yet, for God's sake!

She breathed in, and then out slowly, as she entered the bathroom. She entered the bathroom slowly, the air still, as she closed the door behind her. It was time to find out the truth.

What if she was pregnant? What could he do to help her?

Toby kept thinking these thoughts over, sitting on the couch, his hands against his stomach. He felt like he, sort of, ruined their Christmas with this. Seeing her so stressed, so scared… He was hurting, aching, just to see her like this. He loved her so much; he just wanted the best for her, no matter what the cost. But, he never expected this. Never this, because if she was pregnant, they'd not only have to plan out their wedding, they'd have to plan out where they'd place a crib for their baby…

The thoughts overwhelmed him, and now for sure he thought he'd faint. Hanna saw him, as she got off the phone with Emily, and Hanna sat next to him. "Hey, Toby…" Hanna said gently. He couldn't even find the strength to say anything. Shit, he was scared. He was. Hanna stayed next to him, maybe a foot away from him. He slid his beanie off, tossing it onto the coffee table, and he placed his head into his hands.

"What if she really is pregnant?" Toby mumbled, and Hanna breathed in, her eyes growing sympathetic. "Then we're going to help her through this. She loves you so much Toby. And I know you love her. You two will get through this, you always have, right?"

Toby never really just talked to Hanna alone, but he could see what Spencer meant when she described Hanna as the, "bulb of light". Her words seemed to comfort Toby in small ways, but it was enough to have him smile slightly. "Yeah, you're right."

Hanna smiled gently back, as she reached into her bag, pulling out a Tums. Toby laughed slightly, as Hanna dropped the medicine into Toby's open hand. "Dude, you need it. You look like you just finished a season of American Horror Story." Toby rolled his eyes, adding a thanks, and he chewed it slowly in his mouth, the bitter taste making his tongue swell. Hanna turned to look at the bedroom, and then she turned back to him. "If you guys do have a baby…"

Toby froze as he chewed his Tums, and he turned to look at Hanna. "Yeah?" He asked.

Hanna shifted in her spot, uncomfortably, as she finished with, "…what if A does find out? Do you think… they'll try to do something?" Toby never thought about that. A baby in general comes with enough complications for preparation and when the baby was here… but with A in the picture, it seemed nearly impossible. "By A, do we mean Alison?" Toby asked. Hanna shrugged. "When… when Mona died… She left us things to prove Alison was A. We just never got Alison to admit it. I'm just… I love you both, and if anything happened to the baby because of A…" He heard Hanna stop as he stared down at the floor of the red rug below him, and heard her sniffle. He looked quickly up, to see Hanna was crying. Really crying. Toby turned to face her, and Hanna pushed her tears away.

"You guys deserve so much better… so much better than this…" Hanna kept crying silently. Toby tried to comfort Hanna with his words, "I have everything I ever wanted though, Hanna. I have Spencer, Spencer has you and Aria, and Emily. You guys all are there for each other, no matter what. Even… even if Spencer is pregnant… I won't let A get anywhere near her. Or you, or the girls. I promise that." Hanna looked up at Toby, and she patted his hand with hers. "You really are the perfect guy for Spencer."

That was when there was the sound of a creak from the other room. Hanna and Toby froze, but then they realized there was just someone at the door. "It's probably Aria or Emily." Hanna said, as she stood up, and she opened the door to Aria and Emily anxiously standing there.

"Where is Spencer?" Aria asked, a purple and blue jacket on, and white jeans, as she rushed inside Toby's loft. Emily followed behind her, her face still as if she still couldn't grip what was going on. "She's in the bathroom right now." Hanna answered, as she sat back down next to Toby. Emily stared at Toby with sympathetic eyes. Emily slowly sat next to Toby, Hanna on his left, Emily on his left. Emily touched Toby's shoulder. "Everything's going to okay. I know it." Emily whispered softly. Toby just nodded, staring at his knee, then at the floor.

Aria continued standing, an unreadable look on her face, she seemed uneasy, inpatient. "I'm going to go check on her,"—

Aria began, but Hanna butted in, "Aria, just let's give her some space. She'll take all the time she needs to… process." Hanna got quieter as she spoke.

He kept thinking about her, kept thinking, "Was this all my fault? Did I do this?" But he knew Spencer would tell him it wasn't his fault, that they were in this together. Maybe it was going to be okay, he'd figure something out, they'd figure something out. But a baby? Now, her was sure he wouldn't be a good father. He'd never had a good father, never had someone who taught him baseball, played video games with, none of that. So… if he had a kid, how could he possibly be a good father? Especially for Spencer's baby…

They were relaxing at Spencer's house; she was probably still a senior as he remembered. He remembered watching her sleep; they were both near the fire in the living room. Both of her parents were gone that weekend, so Spencer had called him over to just talk to him and spend time with him. He didn't hesitate to drive there, even though he did have some landscaping blue prints to look over, he'd drop it all just to see her.

So, when he got there, he noticed the lights were dimmed out, and candles sat along the table tops, and over the fire place, more candles fluttered with gentle light. A smile grew across his face, when he saw Spencer sitting in front of the flames of the night fire, her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, wisps of curled hair surrounding her beautiful face. He knocked on the door twice behind the couch, and Spencer turned around, coffee mug in her hands. She smiled at him, her wide chocolate brown eyes glowing from the reflection of the fire. He slowly opened the door, and he slid inside. Spencer was wearing a light blue top, it had long sleeves, and she wore black pajama pants, they were tied around her waist. She had on black socks, and she had a blanket under her, pillows set up in front of the metal coffee table she lied against.

"Hey Spence." He lightly welcomed over, as he began to take off his maroon jacket with the black hood. He let the jacket on the couch, as he slowly leaned down, then sat next to her. "Hey Toby." She sounded a little bit stressed, the crease between her eyes showed as she looked down at the coffee in her hands. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked. Her text to him had been blunt, saying "Come over please."

Spencer sighed, as she set the coffee to the left side of her hip, then pressed her hands against her stomach. "I'm alright." She answered bluntly, still looking at her hands on her stomach. He gave her a "I know better than that," look, and Spencer caught his look. She stared back at him, as he said, "Spencer, please talk to me, I'm here for you."

She breathed out, and she whispered, "I was just thinking…" She stopped, and she closed her eyes, her lashes dark. He cocked his head, and he wrapped his arm around her waist, then slid his thumb over her back. "Thinking, what?" He searched her face, her eyes, her mouth, something to tell him what was going on in her mind. "I'm never going to be a good mom."

Toby was taken aback by her statement, and he seemed to not understand where this was all coming from. "Spencer, where is all of this coming from?" She looked at him, and she had small lines under her eyes showing she was about to cry. "It's just… I never had the great family experiences, I just… I fought with my mom earlier, I just don't… I don't want to ever fight with my kids like that. I don't know, I'm just crazy talking, sorry." She wiped her eyes, and she shook her head.

Even just for her to think about that, just to know she wanted to be a good mom, made his heart beat steadily for her. "Spencer, you are going to be an amazing mother. I know it because I see it when I'm around you. For how much you care for your friends, for how responsible you are, Spence, you have such a big heart, and you share it with everyone. I'm sure that when the time comes, you're going to be the best mom any child could have. I know you will be."

Toby meant every word he said, as she looked at him, her eyes softer. "You always know what to say to me, Tobes. Thanks." She leaned in next to him, coiling her arms around his torso, bringing her body closer to his, as he was like her own personal teddy bear. He held her, as they both stared off into the fire together. "I love you." Toby whispered to her, kissing her forehead, "And if you ever need to talk about anything, anything…I'll be here for you, no matter what." Spencer breathed in at his words, as she snuggled in closer to him, her head tucked under his chin gently, she whispered, "I love you too."

He felt his heart skip a beat as he heard the bathroom door open. They all turned their heads, as Spencer's frail silhouette came from the bedroom. So this was it, the results. Spencer looked up, and she saw Aria and Emily. She sighed, as Aria and Emily stood up, along with Hanna. Toby was the last to stand, probably because he was afraid. Afraid to look her in the eye, fearing she was too scared to even take on looking at him. But, he stood up, and when he did, his eyes lingered for hers. She caught his eye as he stared, and she nodded her head, and she held the test in her hand. Aria spoke first, "What is it Spence?"

Spencer took in an inhaul, and then she exhaled slowly, tears welling up in her eyes. This was the moment, the moment that would change all of their lives forever, positive or not.

Toby stood ready to hold her if she broke, but she just stood there. She had some tears around her face, her mascara was almost gone, and some of it was under her eyes. He also noticed she had changed her clothes, into a loose blue sweater, and gray pajama bottoms with black stripes. They waited for her to answer, as she opened her mouth slightly. Toby felt uncomfortable in his own skin, he just wanted to gather her into his arms and hold her there forever, to keep her safe from anything that meant her harm. That's when her small voice came out…

"It's…"