Wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww I'm SO SORRY! I'm so sorry it took me so long to update L but I have my reasons, so okay. BASICALLY whenever I was about to write it SOMETHING HAPPENED and omg I'm sorry. Just know I'm sorry okay! I have been so busy with school and sometimes I didn't have access to a laptop/computer. I will try to get the epilogue up soon. This chapter is longer than most of my other chapters, so I don't know if that excuses my absence (not really, but it helps? No?) ok well, seriously. I SUCK! But, I hope you guys like this chapter. I will have another author note at the end but OK the "flats" reference is to a point in this fanfiction where Spencer says something along the lines of Toby and her working out is just as likely as Hanna wearing flats so yeah J I don't know if you remember that, but I thought I should explain because I don't want you guys to be like "wtf?" at that point! OK ONWARD:
The Final Chapter
Seven Months Later…
"Are you sure about this?" Hanna asks, picking up the last of the boxes of hair supplies and beauty products. "I mean, it's kind of a big move. Are you sure about it? I just, I don't…you should just make sure you are set with everything before you know…"
Spencer comes out of the bathroom, her hair brush halted midway past her shoulder, and face bunched up into a look of frustration "Hanna, stop. I can't think about it anymore, I'm balding worse than my dad."
Hanna gives her a look of disgust, before rounding the corner, towards the end of the hallway, where her fiancé waits. She pushes the box into her fiancé's chest, only to receive a piercing look of absurdity from him "you're kidding me. You seriously can't take this down yourself? It's like lighter than your make up bag."
She rolls her eyes, "I'm having girl talk with Spencer!"
He rolls his eyes, and continues his way towards the door. Hanna lips gallop into a hearty smile, and her hands pin to her hips. She follows her trail of steps back to Spencer, and stops in the doorway of the bathroom, where Spencer is now applying her mascara.
"All I'm saying is, it's a lot of things changing for the kid at once, don't you think you should do this more gradually?"
"Since when have you ever done things gradually? Look, Hanna. It's not like I'm bringing in some random guy from the streets and telling Noah to start calling him dada. He knows him, he loves him. And you may still be skeptical of Toby, but he's really shown me that I can trust him and that he cares. He wants to tell Noah, just as much Noah wants a dad. I don't have a reason to come in between that anymore."
Hanna smiles, sort of, but there is more to her stare. It's something disheartening. "I guess…I'm just going to miss you guys. And maybe if you weren't ready, then I could stay a little while longer."
Spencer looks at her best friend, and an immediate frame of a smile meets her lips. But, like Hanna's, there is more to it. It is a sad smile with heart break behind it. She steps forward, and lunges her arms around the blonde's frame, and at first, Hanna is startled by the unexpected clash, but her arms gradually brace around her.
"I don't think I've ever told you, but I don't think I could have done it without you…you've been with me every step of the way, and just—thank you so much, Han. I'll miss you so much" she murmurs into the blonde's ear, tugging at her heart strings, and pulling at her tear ducts.
Hanna pulls out, slightly, her hands still placed on the brunette's back, but the space between them evident "I was just using you for the apartment… I mean, It has a washing and dryer machine."
Spencer playfully rolls her eyes, a smile creeping on her face, as well as Hanna's "Shut up" she hugs her best friend once more, this time, in a much shorter, but tighter hug. She pulls out, and smiles "I'm sure Caleb is pissed by now, you should probably get out of here. You have all your things, and I think Caleb is going to start noticing if you take anymore of my stuff. Which, by the way, I want back."
"Please, Caleb doesn't know the difference between a hair dryer and flat iron, I could go at this for hours, and he wouldn't notice. You just want me gone because Toby will be here soon, and you don't want me saying anything mean" she teases, a smile stringed on her features.
"That too" Spencer murmurs, "Do you still hate him?"
"…no" Hanna answers after a minute. "But, that doesn't mean I'm going to stop with the crude comments. I may not hate him, but I don't like him. And I'm watching him…if he ever hurts you or Noah, then believe me, someone is going to lose their shit."
Spencer shakes her head, laughing at her friend's statement "I don't think that is going to happen" she says genuinely, an inherent smile tracing upon her face.
A beat passes before Hanna pipes up "me neither."
The two friends smile at each other for awhile, before their eardrums open up to the thumping noise of a door closing, and pitter patting of someone walking towards them.
"Hanna, are you ready to go?" Caleb asks, his tone impatient, and filled with slight irritation.
"Yeah, I think so" she replies, but her eyes stay on Spencer. If telepathy were a thing, they would be playing the part. And maybe in some way, being as close as they were, it was possible; to transfer a thought without words. They were both telling each other they would be okay that the other didn't have to worry.
Hanna broke the gaze, casting her arms around the shoulder of the brunette once more "I love you, Spence" she whispers.
"Love you too"
"Oh my god, you are going to see her tomorrow. Jesus Christ!" Caleb's voice echoes off the walls, unnoticed by the couplet.
"Good Luck" Hanna murmurs before letting go of her friend, figuratively and physically.
Spencer smiles, and watches her friend leave the apartment. Just as she walks out the door, Spencer spots the blonde's shoes, and oddly enough, they are just simple flats. "You're wearing flats" Spencer points out, a questionable tone about her voice.
Hanna glances at her feet, and looks up with a smile and a shrug to follow. "I don't know how it happened, but it did. It's then new spring trend! I'm actually wearing flats at the wedding, I know, right? Who could ever predict that? I mean me! Wearing flats at my own wedding, god, but I love the things. They—"
"Hanna," Caleb groans, his maple eyes pleading her to just come on.
"Anyways, I better go before this one pulls another hissy. See you later, Spence." Hanna pulls the door shut, after blowing her friend a kiss, Caleb more or less, pushing her out the door before she can mumble another word.
Spencer, smiles.
Huh.
"I get it, I get it, don't give him any treats, no inviting Tyler over, and put the little munchkin to bed before eight. It's not that hard to understand" the coffee eyed girl says, her eyes doing a three sixty, and her elbow propped against the countertop, her chin resting on her palm, as she watches the older brunette pull a chicken breast out of the oven.
Spencer lets out a huff as she lets the pan of chicken fall to the stovetop. She turns to the teenager sitting at her counter "if there is any emergencies, you'll call me right?"
"Would him chocking on a Twizzler be an emergency?"
Spencer sends the girl daggers.
"Relax! I'm kidding. God, you really do need this night out" Bruna says.
Spencer let out a sigh of relief.
"So, where are you taking Mr. Hulk-Man anyways?"
"Hanna's letting me use the bakery, and I made us a dinner" Spencer smiles inwardly, her eyes heading south.
"Oh my god, how cute! God, I'm sure he'll love it! God, I ship you two so much."
"I really wish you would stop saying that," Spencer comments, giving her a strange look, before turning towards the smoking chicken, once more "I don't even understand what it means."
"How many times do I have to tell you? Jesus Christ. It means that I like you as a couple."
"So, why don't you just say that?" Spencer looks back at her friend.
Before she even can respond, Noah runs into the room, an enthusiastic grin spread out across his face. "I finished cleaning my room, can Miss Bruna play now?" he asks his mother, glancing at the teenager who sits at the counter, a smile also crossing her face, now.
"Ask Miss Bruna, yourself, and nicely" directs his mother.
"Miss Bruna will you pretty please play with me with sprinkles on top?" asks Noah, his blue eyes resembling a puppy's, and his golden smile stretched out to his ears.
"Of course I will!" she exclaims, taking the little boy's hand as she steps up from the bar stool.
"Bruna, make sure he actually cleaned it!" Spencer tells the girl as they walk away from her.
Bruna waves her hand dismissively, clearly not paying much attention to the older brunette's words, causing Spencer to sigh and shake her head.
After preparing the dinner for the two, who were playing whatever game her son created, Spencer gets ready for her date. She dresses casually, mostly; wearing the first sundress of the season, and gathering her hair into a neat braid. Her makeup was light, only mascara and a coat of lip gloss, to accessorize her features.
She looks at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, and adjusts the straps of her dress out of a nervous habit. The dress had a pretty simple design; a sweetheart neckline, spaghetti straps, a pretty floral design with the pale cream background. She had gotten it from a boutique, with Hanna, a few years ago. It still fit perfectly, but Spencer doubts her decision to wear it. Titling her head, she sighs. Maybe she should switch her outfit…
But with a knock at the door, her thoughts are completely knocked out of her system, and her heart starts to peddle at full force. It was strange that after all this time, he still gave her butterflies, and made her fumble her speech.
Surely, with the bang running through the small apartment, Spencer would not be the only one to crawl out of hiding. Noah, who was leading the way and Bruna were now rushing out of the small room at the end of the hall; a curious look pasted on the boy's face, and an amused one on the girl's, behind him.
"Mommy, who's here?" the boy asks, following her towards the door.
"Hmmmm, well let's see, shall we?" she tells him, flashing a warm smile his way, before returning her gaze towards the door.
A smile seizes her face, as well as the little boy's, once the door opens. There in the hallway, stood Toby Cavanaugh clad in a blue flannel, and a ravishing smile. "Toby's here!" the little boy exclaimed happily, throwing his hands up, "now you can play superheroes with us!"
"Actually," Spencer cuts in, squatting down to the little boy's level. "Toby and I, were going to spend some adult time together, doing boring things…staying here with Miss Bruna would be much more fun for you, trust me."
"But I wanna play with you guys!"
Spencer pouts, feeling a sudden purge of guilt enter her system. "I'm sorry baby, but don't worry, Toby is not going anywhere. There will be so many other times to play, I promise" she tells the little boy, grabbing his hands in hers.
"Yeah, kiddo, don't worry. I'm not going anywhere." Toby tells him, messing up his mop of hair. He looks in between the two, his lips pursed, and a skeptical look on his face.
"Yeah, kid, don't worry. Why would you wanna hang out with these boring old people, when I'm here?" Bruna offers.
"Okay," he huffs finally, his eyes collapsing to the floor "fine."
"Wanna give me a hug?" Spencer's hands flew out, expanding across the air.
The little boy plummets into her chest, creating the sound of a thump, as his arms reach around her neck. Her arms embrace him soon after, and she holds him tightly for a few seconds before letting go. "Be good for Bruna, okay?" she tells him, before rising to her feet.
He nods, keeping his eyes on the floor.
Before Toby can even ask for a hug, the little boy is already wrapping his arms around the man's legs, offering a hug goodbye "bye Toby, You should come here tomorrow so we can finish the lego house!"
Toby places his hands on the little boy's back, a smile growing on his lips "I'll try my best."
Noah releases his embrace, taking a step back, towards Bruna. He looks up at her with curious eyes "wanna go play now?"
A delicate laugh escapes the brunette's mouth "sure" she responds, taking his little hand in hers. He begins to tug on her to come with her, but she doesn't budge. She keeps her eyes on Spencer "what time did you say you'll be back again? So, I know when to tell Tyler to leave?" she teases.
Spencer rolls her eyes "Have a good night, and Noah listen to Bruna!" Spencer tells the two, Noah noncommittally nodding to her words, as he tugs on Bruna to come with him.
"We need to save the town!" Noah tells her, referring to their game of superheroes, tugging on her more, trying to drag her his way.
"Right, right! Of course" she begins to follow him.
"Bye!" he waves to the two standing in the doorway, as he begins to lead the way to his room, for the second time that night.
Bruna follows, but her speed is equivalent to a slug's. She looks back at the two, once more, "you two have fun tonight!" she yells, and then in a more of a whisper tone she says ,"but not too much fun!", which causes Spencer's eyes to do another orbit.
The two make their exit from the apartment, and down to Spencer's car, where their adventure awaits them.
"So, where exactly are we going again?" Toby asks, once they are both settled inside the car.
"You'll see" Spencer hums, a smile bordering her mouth, as she pulls out of the parking spot.
"Hmph" he murmurs, mostly to himself. "Is it somewhere fancy because I'm not exactly…dressed for the occasion" he glances down at his appearance. "And you look, really nice, and I feel like I should probably have chosen a better shirt."
"No," she glances at him, mostly at his shirt, but her eyes meet his for a millisecond. Her eyes are straight ahead now, "You look fine, really, and thank you." Her words come out with an unintended smile.
He keeps quiet for a moment, but his voice returns soon enough. "I feel like we are going somewhere nice and I should have dressed better, and—ugh, I'm sorry" he sighs, his head bowing down, and his fists clenching.
"Seriously, it's no big deal. Trust me."
"But, you planned something—and if you planned it, I'm sure it isn't just going to be some Sloppy Joes, or some form of a Potluck."
She smiles, "Stop stressing over this, oh my god, you sound like me! First of all, you aren't wearing some sweat stained t-shirt with barbeque stains, it is a flannel, second of all, for the third time, what you are wearing is fine."
"I'm sorry—"
"Apologize one more time and I will have to kick you out of this car," she teases, sending a genuine smile his way, which sparks one to elect on his face, also.
"I'm—" he begins to apologize, but catches her glare, and stops himself. His vocal chords deliver a laugh instead. "I just want you to be happy. I don't want to mess up any of your plans."
A smile frames her lips and a tiny leap of air escapes her mouth. The statement is true on so many levels. For the last seven months, she feels he has been walking on eggshells to prove himself. This was one of the things she feared before taking on the relationship for a second term. She wanted so badly for him to feel content with their relationship, for him to not fear the event of losing her. It's not that she minded his constant approach to wait on her, hand and foot, but she worried for him, mostly. She didn't want him to hurt, she wanted him to forgive himself, like she forgave him, but she knew forgiveness was only granted with time, and his clock was ticking at a slow rate.
She pulls into the small parking lot outside of Hanna's bakery, and just as the route of her car took a turn, so did Toby's facial expression; his eyebrow's crease and his mouth parts. "Hanna's…bakery?" he murmurs, his tone questioning, and curious.
She smiles, once more, not mumbling a word to him, as she pulls into one of the empty parking spots. The whole parking lot is bare of cars, only hers takes residence, which is to be expected since it is seven O' clock, and the bakery closes at three.
"Spencer…" Toby begins, making Spencer's smile broaden.
She steps out of the car, ignoring the words leaving Toby's tongue, and closing the door behind her. He is soon to join her, his voice immediately embarking on the scene. "Spence, wait. I don't understand—Hanna's bakery? What did you do?" he accuses.
She smiles inwardly, meeting him on the sidewalk, and linking his hand with hers. He glances at their laced fingers, before returning to her gaze. Her lips sync with his for a belated greeting kiss, his warm breath dominating her lungs. She pulls out of the kiss, scavenging for air, and places one last feathery kiss on his lips before venturing out completely.
The smile on his face is luminous, reflecting of off hers.
She fixes his hair, more or less, messes with it, before returning her hand to her side. "Okay, so, ready to go in?" she asks, and he sure is.
They step inside, and Spencer's hand meets the light switch, cascading a light on the setting in front of them. Toby's roaming eyes widen as he takes on the scene, his gaze falling on Spencer after a while. The look on his face is ineffable; his mouth is bobbing up and down, his mind failing to find the right words to express what he feels "Spencer," he hums, ever so lightly, only causing her smile to rise higher. "Why did you—what is all this?" he fumbles on his words slightly
The sight in front of them causing his speech impenitent is quite the sight to see. It is straight out of a Nicholas Sparks film; there is a lone, single, round table standing in the center of the room, parked with a tall, unlit, candle, and two plates, under, which the beautifully folded napkins laid.
"It isn't that much," she modestly murmurs, bowing her head down in acute embarrassment.
"that much" he mocks, "it's huge. You didn't have to do anything for me."
"I wanted to," she looks at him, a smile coating her lips. Her hand once again hugs his, and she guides them over to the table, gesturing Toby to take a seat on the chair. He reluctantly does so, letting go of her hand in the process, and scooting his chair into the table. Spencer lights the, unlit, candle with the awaiting lighter on the table, and then tells Toby she will be back in just a minute.
In the time she is gone, he takes in just how lucky he is. His whole life, he thought of himself as an unlucky person. He always ended up in the horrible situations, he got involved with the wrong people, so many awful things befell on him in his life. But in reality, he was lucky, maybe even the luckiest man in the world. He had messed up with Spencer, so badly, but somehow, here they were, having dinner together. He had a son, they had a son, who he got to spend time with; get to know. He was sure. Sure that, even if he hadn't messed up with Spencer, if they got their happily ever after, all those years ago, that he would still, most definitely be the luckiest person alive.
Somewhere along his thoughts, he had planted his napkin on his lap. Soon, she is back, a vibrant smile, parallel to his, on her face. She is carrying two bowls of salad. She sets one of the bowls on Toby's plate, then, with her free hand, she removes her own napkin, and sets the bowl on her plate. She takes a seat across from him, scooting in like he did, and smiles at him.
"Spencer," he murmurs, glancing at the salad, and then her.
She already has a forkful of salad in her mouth when he looks up, and he takes this as a prompt to mimic her actions.
They sit there for a little bit, just eating salad, and making small talk in between bites. They talk about the weather; how it is finally getting warmer and how the rain is finally evaporating after, what seemed like, weeks of it. They talk about Hanna, and how Spencer managed to convince her of letting her use the joint for something in acquaintance to him, considering the blonde's feelings for the man. They talk about how Noah is the smartest in his class, and how he'll be the valedictorian, and how if he doesn't get scholarships for his grades (which isn't a doubt) that he'll get them for some type of sport, or type of art, or really anything the boy sets his mind to, considering he excels in just about everything he attempts like his mother; they talk a lot about Noah, but Spencer doesn't bring up the meaning of the dinner, not yet; she waits.
It is not till dinner passes—which is homemade lasagna by the way, a recipe donned by her mother—that Spencer mentions it.
They sit there, their red velvet cup cakes, with cream cheese frosting, and tiny red sprinkles, in front of them. Spencer admits that she didn't make the cupcakes—Hanna did. It is kind of her thing, Spencer told him. They both take a bite before Spencer brings up the topic. After the sweet delicious treat voyages down the brunette's throat, she takes a napkin, and dabs her face with it, dismissing the crumbs living on the corners of her lips.
Once Toby notices she has stopped snacking on the tasty desert, he wipes his own face, his eyebrows furrowing "something wrong?"
"There's a reason I did all this."
Toby racks his brain for an explanation, like he had done a few times in the frame of tonight, to why she would do all this. He would know if today was special, he remembered everything with Spencer, every last detail, down to the day she came to his house to tutor him. He knew the day of their first kiss, and the day they started dating; all of it—but this was certainly not a day out of the ordinary, he was sure of it. His question went unanswered all night, but maybe it was finally time for his answer.
"I wanted to talk about something…" she says, her voice moving at a slow pace, a sort of, nervousness accessorizing it.
He nods for her to continue.
She gulps "these last few months have been great—amazing even," her eyes flutter south. "I—you've been so wonderful, with Noah, and just—wonderful, really" she looks at him, a hint of a smile dusting her features.
He looks down, trying to void her of seeing the pinkness gathered in his cheeks. He isn't sure where this is going, really. But, her delicate, friendly tone foreshadows something sweet—something good.
"I want Noah to know who you are — who you really are to him" she says, her voice sure, and missing of any insecurities. His head rises as the sentence comes to an end. For the second time tonight, he can't find his words.
"Are you serious?" he asks, but in all honesty, it was a dumb question. April fool's was a month ago, and the expression on her face was most definitely serious.
A smile blossoms her face "of course I am."
The smile on his face beats hers in the, its expansion reaching his ears. They sit there for a moment, gleaming at each other with their luminous smiles and their sparkling eyes, crystallized of joy and bliss, bouncing off of each other.
Toby is the first to move, but only to joint his hands with hers, and pull her up to him; his lips eager for the feeling of hers.
"You look like your freezing!" she exclaimed, running to him, placing her warm hand on his, cold and reddened, cheek, in a maternal way, her copper eyes motioning back and forth, nervously. "Why are you only wearing a sweat shirt? It is, like thirty degrees outside!" she scolded, stretching out the fabric on his arm, to empathize how little the material did for him.
He chuckled, ducking his head down, glancing at the material coating his skin. "Yeah…it is kind of cold outside, I guess" he mumbled.
"Kind of" she rolled her eyes, encircling him in her arms, tightly. "You're ridiculous."
He hugged her back, embracing the heat she brought to him. "It's March, it is supposed to be warm outside! I guess I'm just a little eager for the warm weather."
"Believe me, you aren't the only one" she pulled out of the hug, walking towards the small kitchen. "Hot chocolate?" she offered, throwing her head his way, as she pulled two mugs out of the cupboard.
"Sure" he said easily. "You know it sounds cliché, but I want to take Noah to the park, and play baseball with him…teach him how to ride a bike, I don't know, something" he murmured, becoming distant.
"Since when do you play baseball?" she laughed softly, setting the mugs on the counter.
"I don't" he said after a pause, grinning in spite of himself, "but you know, it is not like I'm starting some professional league. Just passing a ball around, really."
"Well, you better work on your skills. The kid doesn't play around, he got game. He'll have you beat." She teased, as she begins to prepare the hot chocolate.
"That's not surprising, he is your son."
She smiled, continuing to prepare the hot chocolate. A long, mostly comfortable pause hovered over the two as she prepared the hot chocolate. Not until she pushed the mug full of hot chocolate over to him, across the countertop, did a word leave either of their lips.
"Well I can't take all the credit; he got his artistic skills from you. I can't even draw a stick figure."
Toby smiled into his mug. And it isn't like the smile Spencer had just produced those few minutes ago; it is something beyond words to describe. It is genuine, and full of complete bliss. The smile of someone whose worries are completely vanished, and free of any corruption. It is a genuine happy smile, a smile to win the gold.
"You are being too modest." He said, after a minute, collecting himself, and setting the mug back down on the counter. "You are great at everything you do. I don't think there is one thing you're bad at, to be perfectly honest."
She smiled again.
The afternoon continued the second half of it much less innocent than the first half.
They ended up in her bedroom, in a lip lock, at the brim of her bed. She stopped the two, pulling away, her breathing irregular.
"You're probably right, it is getting pretty intense we should—" he began to say before she even mumbled a word.
"I don't want to stop" she told him, causing him to give her a peculiar look.
She grips his shoulders with her hands, licking her lips, and inching her face close to his, again. "I can't wait any longer" she uttered into his ear, causing goose bumps along his back.
"I, uh," he mumbled, as she began to move her lips against his neck. "I," he said, letting his head fall back slightly.
He jerked away, regaining himself, pulling away from her touch.
His eyes flutter in a way that shows how nervous he actually is. "Right now? Are you sure?"
"Hanna will be gone the whole day and we don't have to pick up Noah for another hour and a half. I've been thinking about it a lot, trust me" her fingers grinded harder against shoulders. She shook her head, "I'm ready" she murmured, her voice sweet and angelic.
He kissed her on the lips in a gentle kiss.
"Are you absolutely sure?" he asked once again, their eyes matching in intensity.
She nods, bringing his lips back to hers. "Positive," she mumbled, her voice vibrating against his lips.
Their lips clash, almost in sync, releasing the millions of butterflies in the taverns of her stomach. Her trembling hands cradle his face, the brims of her finger tips brushing against his sideburns, and her tongue roaming the caverns of his mouth.
His hands are secure around her waist, meeting at the small of her back, gripping at her hips. Usually, he is much more gentle, delicate, even. But with the high he was on and the adrenaline running through his system, his actions progress to something else; quick and rough, and Spencer isn't complaining. The two easily forget about the sweet treats waiting for them on the table for they are too engrossed with the flavor of each other's lips.
They part for a moment, their eyes matching in intensity. Their panting causes their chests to rise and fall against each other, creating a pattern, engineered from the combination of love and lust.
His previously combed back hair is now a mess, strands of hair sticking up every which way. His dilated eyes are flickering back and forth between hers, every now and then taking a peek at her lips awaiting his. Her hands travel to his collar, her fingers toying with the buttons on his shirt "it's kind of a good thing you wore a flannel," she purrs, as her fingers begin to toggle with the buttons "it's easier to take off."
"So you can steal it?" he teases in a murmur.
Her lips soon meet his again, pausing right over his mouth, as she talks. "I would never" she mumbles, enclosing the tiny vacuum of air between them, pressing her lips to his. Her hands leaping from button to button, voyaging down his shirt, in a frenzy. She feels his smile, which only causes her lips to stretch upwards too. Her hands manage to undo every last button on his shirt within a record time. She pushes the material off his shoulders, and it falls to the ground, landing by their feet. Her hands explore the familiar lands of his body made of steel, sculptured by Zeus himself, causing a sudden tense to infatuate the man's body; a sudden chill plummeting down his spine. The urgency for her is now running on a high. Her lips voyage to his neck and his collar bone, and his chest which is rising and falling at unparticular short lengths "do you want to go…to your place…or my place…and um…continue with…this" his words fall out in breaths.
"I think here is just fine…" she looks up at him, her eyes swarming with lust, and her rosy lips curved up into an impeccable smile.
It occurs to her that this was an utmost crazy idea, and the unsanitary levels are outrageous, but she doesn't really care too much. It was one of those few times, where she didn't care, and like all the rest of the times where she happened to do something spontaneous, it involved Toby Cavanaugh.
Well, you know the saying…
When you're in love you do crazy, stupid, things.
He clashes with her lips again, his tongue tracing the outskirts of her mouth, and his hands finding the zipper of her dress. It all comes so easy, flows together so well, like a storm; building up slowly, the clouds rolling in gradually, then the pouring down of rain coming down all at once, lightning making its expected strike.
Her dress soon finds its new home on the floor, leaving most of her body bare. His pants come of next, joining the party around their feet. She kicks off her shoes, and as does he. She pushes off of him, her hands on his shoulders, to hitch herself upon him, straddling herself around his hips, his hands supporting her at her thighs.
Their kisses deepen causing their lack of oxygen to become severe. Soon, like their clothes, they collapse on the floor, slowly, but almost in a tumbling matter. The two last layers are shredded, leaving just the two of them left. Nothing to come between them.
As they become in sync, and he looks down at her, all he can think about is all the nights he spent pondering if he would ever see her again, and if he did, what she would do. This—this was his most wildest dream. It seemed it could only exist in another reality, but here he was. Here they were. It didn't seem possible, really. But, here they were.
They eventually reunite with their clothes—after awhile—to return to their son, and the lovely babysitter who is fallen asleep on the couch when they arrive. Spencer wakes the brunette up, telling her it was okay to head home. It was a few minutes passed midnight, but Spencer didn't want to give up the luxuries. So, she told her boyfriend to stay the night, and he does.
…
The two wake up the next morning, courtesy of their son.
He comes in, shouting "mommy!" repeatedly, like normal. But he stops once he sees the man lying next to her. His eyebrows cease, and his voice increases a pitch on the next note. "Why is Toby in your bed?" the little boy asks.
"Um," Spencer sprouts up, along with Toby. She shoots a short glance at the man next to her, and scratches the nape of her neck. "Um, we got really tired…and I told him that he could sleep in my bed."
"Like when I have a nightmare?" the little boy questions.
"Yes, yes exactly!" she nods, along with Toby, both with foolish smiles plastered on their faces.
A moment passes.
"Well now we can start playing! All day!" he exclaims, throwing his arms up.
"Yes! Yeah, just give us a minute, okay? Go wash your hands, and brush your teeth! Okay, we'll be out in a minute…" she tells him.
"Fine," he huffs, his shoulders slouching as he exits the bedroom.
The two burst in laughter once the little boy makes his exit.
"So, there is something I, sort of, forgot to ask, last night…" Spencer begins.
"What?"
She pauses. "I think you should move in…" she suggests "I mean with Hanna gone, and telling Noah about—"
"You don't have to offer an explanation, Spencer. I—I wouldn't want to be anywhere else" he smiles.
She places a chaste kiss on his lips, their smiles meeting.
They part.
"I was actually thinking last night…about telling him…and everything and I was thinking…we should do something—take him somewhere special. I don't know…do something out of the ordinary."
"Mmm" she moans thoughtfully at the idea.
"Like what if we went on a picnic? We could tell him there? You know we could pack sandwiches…go to some national park… bring some bubbles or a ball to play with."
A smile stretches out on her face. "Yeah, yeah. I think that would be a perfect" she agrees, pressing another small peck on the man's lips. "But I think both of us kind of need to shower and you probably should change into some clothes that you were not wearing yesterday" she teases, throwing her legs off the side of the bed. She throws her hair up into a messy ponytail, and then looks at him again. "And you know, as much as I would commend you not wearing a shirt, you should probably put one on." She smiles, before stepping off the bed.
He chuckles, following her lead, and his feet meeting the canvas of the wooden floors. He tugs on his jeans, and then reaches for his flannel shirt on the floor. "You know I think this is the first time I'm getting away with all my clothes."
She smiles as she fixes her hair in her dresser mirror "yeah, well don't make a habit of it" she teases, turning around.
He smiles, and so does she.
"We better get out there before Noah starts to get restless" she says, walking towards the door. "The last time I left him on his own with tooth paste; I found a nice little painting on my bathroom counter top."
He laughs, shaking his head, following her out of the bedroom.
The morning continued as normal; breakfast was served, and coffee was made. Noah was pretty upset with the two when Toby announced his departure, but after promising him an eventful afternoon, he seemed to forgive them.
Spencer had prepared Noah, and herself for a day at the park. The temperatures outside were ideal; not too hot, and not too cold. It was a perfect day to spend outside.
She collected some of Noah's toys for the outdoors, aka some bubbles, and a rubber ball, and other necessities for a picnic; a blanket to sit on, napkins, paper plates, juice boxes, and water bottles. Toby had told her he had the sandwiches covered, and Spencer told him that she would stop at Hanna's bakery for some sweets along the way. They eventually met at the site of the national park, on the top of a curved, small hill, where the sun touched.
They sit on the blanket, on top of the hill, at the beautiful national park. There are bikers and joggers all around, and the volley ball court is full of teenagers, and a few yards over is a birthday party, kind of like the one Spencer had hosted for Noah.
Spencer pulls out the napkins and plates, and hands Noah a juice box, and Toby a water bottle. She can tell that Toby is nervous do to the immediate scratching off of the paper wrapper around the water bottle—not to mention his knuckles repeatedly bouncing up and down.
He pulls out the sandwiches after a minute, and hands them out to the two. They begin eating, and Noah notes "this is mommy's favorite" somewhere along the way, which Toby replies with "yeah, I know it is", which made Spencer smile.
Time passes and the three begin to play with the bubbles. They each have one, but most of the bubbles being procreated are courtesy the four year old.
The two adults stand on the sidelines, watching their son, play with bubbles.
"Don't worry" she says, "he loves you. He'll be overjoyed to know you're his daddy" she blows a small bubble, mindlessly.
"Is it really that obvious?" he faces her.
She glances at him, then the bottle of bubbles in his hands—the paper wrapping, shredded. She raises her eyebrow at him.
He glances at the bottle in his hand, and sighs. "I just—I don't know. What if he is mad, or upset, or—I don't know. I'm just…the worst scenarios keep running through my head, and ugh" his hands begin to pick at the paper wrapping yet again.
Spencer sighs, pulling the bottle away from him, and letting it fall to the ground (it wasn't open, Toby was only using it as his personal scratch post). She places her hand where the bottle used to be. "It will be fine, OK. He wants a father, trust me, and he adores you. Knowing that you're his father will just make him love you more."
He smiles, sort of, and squeezes her hand.
With an inhale, he says "can we tell him now?"
And she nods in approval.
The two gather their son, and sit back down on the blanket. They tell him, before they can have the cupcakes supplied from Hanna's bakery, they have an announcement.
"Noah," Spencer begins, cautiously, her nerves finally catching up with her. "You know how, babies are created from love, and how there is so much love in someone, or between two people, that there is too much love to handle, and it results in a baby being created?" she asks.
He nods, slightly recalling her saying something like this when he asked her where babies come from (because naturally, being the son of curiosity, herself, he would had to ask the question sooner or later within his lifetime as a youngster.)
"And you know how I told you that there was so much love in me that something magical happened—and you came to me?"
He nods, and she isn't really sure if he recalls this all, but she continues.
"Well," she clucks her tongue. "Turns out, I didn't know what I was talking about. It wasn't just me… there was more love being delivered…there was someone else who contributed to the magic."
He tilts his head, and his eyebrows fall into a knit "like a daddy?"
"Yes! Exactly!" she lets out a nervous smile, an almost laugh. "Yes, that is exactly what I'm talking about…a daddy."
"I thought you said I didn't have one" he furrows his eyes, pouting out his bottom lip.
"I was wrong. You do."
His eyes widen after a second, "really?"
She nods, a distressing smile coating her face.
"who?" he asks innocently.
"You've actually met him," she begins to explain, her voice, sort of sullen, her emotions making a frenzy.
His eyebrows furrow further, and she decides to stop with the riddles. She looks at Toby, and swallows. He is biting his lip, and he looks to be much more in a hurricane of emotions than her.
"He's here with us right now…" she tells him, her voice soft, and supporting, her gaze leading towards Toby, now.
The little boy's eyebrows raise, and he looks at Toby, and then at Spencer, and then at Toby again. "You're my daddy?" he asks, his voice light and innocent and curious.
He begins to nod, after he storms through the emotions that are brewing a storm within his head. A gentle smile is placed on his face, and his hands are curled into nervous fists immersed of anxiety.
"Really?" the boy asks again.
After a moment of trying to catch his voice, he chokes out a "really."
A delicate smile stretches out on the little boy's features.
"So," he says after a small pause "can I start calling you daddy?"
OK so hi again
First of all, the last line, I got it from Parenthood, um I forgot the kid's name, but he says something along the lines of that so yeah~
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