Author's Note: It's me again! You know what happens on Wednesday? The beginning of my one-shot collection! I was thinking of including some of my own original songs, but I'm not sure. Still thinking about it. Still, like Marina, a lot of my songs about love are kind of sadistic and sardonic, but I don't know yet.

I'm also listening to ADoseofBuckley while writing this and am thoroughly entertained by his analysis of sucky songs, mainly wrap, which I don't really like either. You should listen to his podcasts. They're good and pretty interesting.

Chapter Sixteen

Hanna pulled out a purple gel pen as she began to jot down notes in Spencer's wedding planning book. The brunette in question was taking the day off from being the maid-of-honor to play not-housewife (or as Hanna liked to describe it, pacify her boyfriend for a day so the subject of marriage wouldn't come up again. That usually involved a lot of sweet talk, maybe some dirty talk, and maybe even sex. Hanna figured that Toby would probably just take the day with Spencer and be pleased. He was so sweet), which meant that Hanna was filling in.

She sat across from the bride, groom, and their daughter, while her own boyfriend was playing something on his phone. Hanna kicked him in order to get him to put away the phone.

"So, first thing's first; when have you decided you want to get married?" Hanna asked, readying her pen over the silky, creamy pages in the book.

Jason and Aria exchanged a glance before Aria answered. "We really want to get married on the twenty-fifth of May," she answered.

Hanna nodded. "May twenty-fifth. That's a nice summer—"

"It's the twenty-fifth of May, and it's still spring," Aria interrupted tersely.

Hanna had honestly never seen her friend get so worked up over a date, so she just nodded, continuing. "Okay, then. Um…have you had any thought as to where you'd like to have the wedding?"

"We're still not really sure. What do you think, Hanna?" she asked sweetly.

Hanna raised an eyebrow, as did Caleb, whose attention was now caught by the tension between the two women. "I don't know?" she said cautiously. "Isn't that something you and Jason should discuss?" she inquired.

Jason took Aria's hand. "I told her that it doesn't really matter to me. I'm fine with whatever she wants."

It took everything in Hanna's being not to swoon at Jason's sweetness (despite Aria's bitchiness). "Caleb, you should really take notes from Jason and Toby," she teased.

Caleb was about to formulate a smart-ass reply, but his girlfriend cut him off. "Okay, so we'll sidebar the venue for now. The next thing she wrote down…" Hanna's eyes scanned down the big checklist Spencer gave her. "How many people are you thinking of inviting?" she asked.

"We wanted to keep it pretty small. Friends and family, right?" Aria asked, looking over at Jason, who nodded in agreement.

"You guys are too cute," Hanna commented. Caleb rolled his eyes slightly. Luckily for him, Aria and Hanna never noticed.

Spencer took a calm sip of coffee and put it down as soon as she saw Toby walk up to her.

"Do you want to have breakfast together?"

Spencer nodded with a small smile crossing her face. "Sure."

Several minutes later, Spencer cleared her throat as she watched Toby prepare them both breakfast. "We need to talk about what you asked me before I left," she announced.

He sighed. "Spencer, we don't have to talk about it at all—"

"No, we do. I need you to understand that I'm not saying no because of you. I feel like you still don't get it. None of this has to do with you. It's all because of me, okay? I can't deal with being married on top of Chanel and Andrew—"

"What exactly about Andrew? You said it was your last engagement, but—"

"You're not convinced," she filled in for him. He just nodded. "I know. That's because it's not the truth."

He looked at her, puzzled.

"It's not the whole truth, anyway. I mean, our engagement does bother me, but he's been back recently…" Spencer began, trailing off.

Toby looked at Spencer expectantly. Hoping she'd finish her sentence. "What do you mean by 'he's been back recently?" he asked anxiously.

Spencer bit her lip. "I may or may not have seen him recently…about our son," she said.

"Is that all? He's been asking you about him?"

"Well…" she began, "there's more. He kind of…um…"

Toby stared at her as Spencer attempted to choke out the rest of it.

"He might've…asked me…um…" She looked up at Toby's pleading, curious eyes. She sighed turning away from him. "He asked me if I would have a baby with him."

Silence. It was dead silence, except for the sound of eggs sizzling in the frying pan.

Finally, he spoke. "So, let me get this straight: your ex-fiancé, who you found cheating on you, came into this apartment—our apartment—and asked you to have a child with him?" he questioned evenly, but Spencer could tell that his blood was boiling.

"Basically," she answered meekly. She observed him, trying to decide on how angry he was. "Toby, don't do something you're going to regret."

"But Spence—"

"Toby," she interrupted in a warning tone, "don't you dare confront him about this. I'm dealing with it."

"Then why are you so calm? Spencer, this is a really big deal. He's arrogant and an ass and…are you okay?"

She shrugged. "I mean, it fazed me, but once I got over the initial shock and told him off, it didn't really bother me. Except for when he continues to call me."

Spencer!

"He's still bothering you?" he demanded.

"Toby—"

"No, Spencer. This is serious. He's harassing you, and you're basically letting him get away with it. Why won't you do something or at least let me do something?"

She let out a bitter laugh. "Like that's a better idea. I let you do something and then I'll be charged for solicitation of murder," she said.

"You can at least go to the police," he suggested.

"And tell them what?" she demanded. "I don't think he's actually breaking any laws yet," she reminded him.

"Obscene phone calls are a misdemeanor, I think. You could at least get a restraining order," he suggested.

She looked up at him somewhat sadly. "Do you really think that if he's that determined to have a baby, a piece of paper is really going to keep him away?"

The thought of Spencer having another baby with Andrew made him sick. "You're not doing it, right?"

Spencer stared at him with her mouth agape. "Now it's my turn to ask you: are you out of your freaking mind? Why in the world would I want to have a baby with him?"

He shrugged meekly, looking down and away from her. "I don't know…I just thought…maybe you have baby fever or something."

"So I would ask you if you wanted to have a baby, not him," she replied.

He looked up at her, really happy with her answer. Soon, another thought crossed his mind. "Wait, you don't want a child right now, do you?"

She looked at him for a moment. "Yeah, I want kids. Like fifty. Right this second. I think maybe I should go rob an orphanage or something now," she answered sarcastically.

"I'd appreciate less of the sarcasm," he responded as he finished cooking their breakfast.

"I'm sorry, but it's just a Spencer-trait. I can't shake it. It's like second nature," she retorted with a smile.

"I don't know about you, but I am very worried about Spencer and Toby," Hanna said absentmindedly as she watched Aria shuffle through racks of bridesmaid dresses. Hanna thought they ranged from atrocious to hideous to downright repulsive.

Aria nodded. "I am, too. And poor Toby. I know Spence is going through a lot but she's pushing away the one person who would do anything in the world for her. She needs him. He needs her," she said.

"Poor Spencer! I know Toby is going through a lot, but God, is Spencer going through hell and back. She's getting harassed by her ex-boyfriend and her boyfriend's ex-girlfriend and now she has to plan your wedding."

Aria looked back at Hanna, her eyebrow raised.

"Bless your heart, Aria, but I already want to kill you and I've been filling in for Spencer for like two hours. She has to deal with you for another six months," she explained.

Aria accepted this. "I'm just worried that she's going to push him away to the point of no return. He's a golden retriever, but his loyalty will only go so far. And then, Spencer will be even more devastated. We have to get her to realize he's the only one who will help her out of this rut," she explained.

"This is just a phase; it'll pass, eventually," Hanna agreed.

"But we have to hope it'll pass before he leaves."

Hanna felt her stomach do a bit of a somersault before she turned back to what Aria was focusing on. "So what do you think you're going to put us in?"

Aria sighed. "Well, the detailing on my dress is silver, so I thought that the main colors in our wedding would be silver and navy. I'll be in silver and white. I want to find Cassidy a cute little navy flower girl dress with a silver bow or something like that. And then, for you girls, I want you all to be in navy dresses."

Hanna smiled. "Well, this is certainly my even. What kinds of dresses do you think you'll put us in?" she asked.

She shrugged. "I'm not sure yet. I was thinking about putting you all in different dresses, but the same color. I know how you find being in the same dress as someone else is a fashion faux pas, and I kind of hoped it would please you," she told Hanna.

The blonde nodded in approval. "I like it, Aria. You know, I think you're learning a thing or two from me. Are you going to let us pick out our own dresses, or are you going to basically pick them out for the four of us?" she asked.

"I think I'll give you guys guidelines and then I'll just give my stamp of approval," Aria said.

Hanna smiled. Okay, maybe Aria wasn't such a nightmare after all.

Spencer sat, watching the Leonardo DiCaprio version of Romeo and Juliet. She was cuddled in a blanket as she watched the iconic balcony scene.

"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the East…and Juliet is the sun."

Spencer turned to see Toby standing behind her. "I didn't know you quoted Shakespeare to make girls swoon," she said, trying to ignore the color rising to her cheeks.

"Who said I was trying to make you swoon?" he teased. "I'm kidding; I am."

She shook her head. "Be still, my heart," she answered sarcastically.

"Do I have to recite the whole scene for you to be impressed?" he inquired.

She paused the movie, shifting her body so she was staring at him. "If you can quote even fifteen lines of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, I will do whatever you want me to do."

He looked at her, deciding whether or not to take this bet. "Okay, fine." He cleared his throat before proceeding:

"Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

Who is already sick and pale with grief

That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.

Be not her maid since she is envious

Her vestal livery is but sick and green,

And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.

It is my lady. O, it is my love!

O, that she knew she were!

She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?

Her eye discourses; I will answer it.

I am too bold. 'Tis not to me she speaks.

Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,

Having some business, do entreat her eyes

To twinkle in their spheres till they return.

What if her eyes were there, they in her head?

The brightness of the cheek would shame those stars

As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven

Would through the airy region stream so bright

That birds would sing and think it were not night.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.

O, that I were a glove upon that hand,

That I might touch that cheek."

Spencer was glad she was sitting, or she may have fainted as he placed his hand on her cheek.

"Ay me."

"O, speak again, bright angel," he added for good measure.

She nodded numbly, impressed that he quoted Romeo so effortlessly. "What do you want?"

He thought about it for a moment. There were so many things he'd love to force Spencer into doing for his own amusement, but there was one thing he really wanted right then and there.

"Then move not while my prayer's effect I take."

Before she could question it, she felt his lips upon hers. It was a very chaste kiss.

"Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged," he whispered to her.

She blushed, playing along. "Then have my lips the sin that they have took," she responded.

"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged!" She couldn't help but laugh at his dramatization. "Give me my sin again," he pleaded.

Obediently, she did as she was told. "You kiss by th' book," she said softly, quoting Juliet again.

"Would you like me to stop?" he asked, finally breaking character.

She was still before she shook her head. "Not at all."

She embraced him willingly, hearing his heartbeat. She had missed him so much, and was just happy to be back. She was hoping things would finally go back to the way they were.

Spobyforever259: I'm saying that Toby and Spencer are not in the clear from Tiffany just yet. And trust me, the dress is GORGEOUS. I know. It's beautiful :) And I know! Ugh! I just can't...I don't know how to flaw him! I just...I don't know what's wrong with him! It's a real problem. I just don't know. My "Runaway" one-shot is still something I like. The end of the story is kind of weird, but I think the readers will be happy. And I think I just got deeper into my rut. This is horrible.

HFrischmon: Well, I don't know if I ever told my readers of this series my friend Julien's theory, but if at the middle of a story is really dramatic and depressing, the end will be happy. If the middle is all happy and perfect and everything, the end will suck. So you're welcome.

Girlz-Rule: Well, they never really broke up, but yeah, they're happier now.

AL3110: Thank you, AL. That makes me feel SO awesome.

all-those-pretty-lights-PLL: Good. I got you, baby.

mickeymack16: Toby is a bit smarter and less naïve about these things, compared to Spencer, at least.

Sylviecake231: I'm thinking about how the Jaria wedding will go, and I think it'll be cute. I mean, something very significant happened at Tiffany's wedding, so I think it's safe to say that something interesting will happen with Spoby at Jaria's wedding. And you, missy, NEEDS to update Forever in the Form of 15 Years. Come on! I'm dying here! Don't leave us hanging! Please? Please? I'll do just about anything.

vondydora: I think you're wrong here, but I'm not surprised, since I really haven't touched much upon it. Trust me, things will probably pick up. They'll resolve things.

I don't know what to say anymore. I kind of feel like this story is starting to drag, but that's just me, and I have like no self-esteem. This is a real issue.

Okay, okay, okay, I'd like to get 10 reviews since I feel like I'm kind of missing readers, which makes me pretty sad. So I don't care if you have the worst review ever for me, please review or something.

So look for my new story on Wednesday (AKA, the Spobyversary!). -Kayson