Author's Note: I somehow managed to finish this chapter before my flight leaves from JFK, so enjoy!

Chapter Twenty

"So what did you think of this meal?" Hanna asked Aria and Jason.

Jason shrugged. "It tasted fine."

"Jason," Hanna scolded, "you're acting like Caleb. He's so passive about all of this—"

"Hey!"

"I'm sorry, baby, but you are." Hanna turned her attention away from him and back to the bride and groom-to-be. "Aria? What do you think?" she inquired, somewhat nervous.

"This is definitely the best we've tried so far. I think we should go for this one. Jason?" Aria added, looking for confirmation from her fiancé.

Jason nodded in agreement. "Whatever you want."

Hanna kicked Caleb under the table.

"I know, I know; take notes," Caleb filled in for her.

Hanna smiled as she jotted something down in the wedding planning book. Seeing the amount of drama that Spencer was going through, Hanna had filled in for her whenever the girl in question was feeling too stressed out or too busy working on her relationship to plan a wedding.

Hanna couldn't blame her.

"Alright, so we've gotten the dress, the flowers, the food…venue? Are you still undecided?" she asked.

Aria exchanged a look with Jason as she held his hand. "We have an idea. We just aren't sure yet. We were thinking of getting married at Jason's aunt's house. You have to see it; it's huge and it's gorgeous," Aria explained.

"Did your aunt agree, Jason?"

Jason sighed. "I don't think she'd really have a problem with it. And if she did, there's not much she can do about it," he said.

Hanna furrowed her eyebrows and watched as Aria's grip on Jason grew tighter.

"She passed away and left the house to Jason in her will," Aria explained quietly.

Hanna stuttered, speechless for the first time in a while. "I-I'm sorry, Jason," she choked out.

Spencer shivered as she looked at the menu. She felt chills just thinking about this meeting. She just wanted to get things actually resolved in this meeting. She knew that things weren't going well.

As she took a sip of wine, she shivered again as the rush ran through her, down her spine.

She heard someone sit down in front of her and she looked up apprehensively. She knew who it was.

"Hey," she answered laconically.

"Hey," he replied with mirrored terseness.

Spencer put the menu down so she could look at him better. He seemed to be avoiding her gaze.

"How did that test go?" she asked cautiously, trying to read his expression, but finding it quite impossible.

"I didn't pass," he answered.

She frowned. "I'm sorry, Toby. I know that it meant a lot to you—"

"Don't be sorry. I can take it again on the 20th," he answered before opening the menu.

To be honest, this conversation was frustrating her. But now, she assumed she now knew what he felt like. For a while, things were opposite; he was trying to get her to open up, while she was rather stubborn and guarded.

"Does that mean you're going to be gone for Christmas?" she asked nervously, biting her lip.

After a brief moment of silence, Toby shook his head. "No."

She contemplated reaching out for his hand, just craving his touch. But something in her decided it would be a bad idea to do so.

She changed the subject. "Has Jason talked to you a lot about the wedding?" she asked, attempting to make small talk.

"He hasn't really started worrying about it yet. He's more concerned about Cassidy," he said.

Spencer furrowed her eyebrows. "What's wrong with her?"

Toby shook his head. "I didn't mean to suggest anything was wrong with her; I just meant, he's concerned about her in a way which fathers usually are, especially about their daughters."

A small smile played on her lips. "Is that what you'd act like with your daughter?"

The words came out of her mouth though she didn't intend them to. She was nervous to hear his reaction.

"I think I'd be a lot worse," he answered honestly, a small smile also on his lips.

Tiffany paced around her room, her hands on her stomach protectively as she let her anger out.

"I feel so weird about this whole situation. At the end of the day, I'm not involved, but Toby is like a brother! And Spencer…I've just gotten so close to Spencer over these last few months she's been seeing him. They're both such amazing people and they deserve so much happiness. And I know—okay, I know that they're only going to find that kind of happiness with each other. But those stupid...morons have to ruin everything! Andrew and his lying, cheating ass had to come back again and horrify Spencer. I don't know if I told you what happened with the two of them. Like a year and a half ago, Spencer was engaged to him and she had gotten pregnant, while he was out cheating on her with like ten different women. And when she left him, he had the audacity to make such a vulgar, disgusting, appalling proposal. He asked her to have a baby with him. Have a freaking baby with him! All while she's with poor Toby, who can't do anything. I mean…how would you feel if my ex-boyfriend—no, ex-fiancé—came into town and asked me to have a baby with him? I mean, besides the fact that I'm already pregnant…and my last ex…well…it doesn't matter! The point is, I feel so bad for both of them, but I don't know what to do!"

She let out an exaggerated sigh as she sat on the bed. "Please, tell me what to do," she pleaded as she put her head on his shoulder.

She felt a hand on her shoulder.

"You don't always have to take everything upon yourself. I don't want you to be stressed out like this. You're far too pretty," he teased.

Tiffany shoved him slightly, making him laugh. "And you can't shove me back because I'm pregnant. With your child, no less," she added.

Her husband smiled. "How can I forget about our baby girl?" he asked as he put a hand protectively over her stomach.

"I think it's a boy," she disagreed.

"Girl," he said.

"Boy!"

"Girl!"

"Okay, so we don't really need to be concerned about it just yet. But you're avoiding this whole situation," she said as a frown began to appear on her face. "What am I supposed to do?"

He sighed. "Well, normally, I'd say that you just need to stop worrying about it; you can't really help them. But you're my wife and I know you; you're not going to leave it alone, even though it's really none of your business to get involved in any of this. If Spencer and Toby won't listen to you, maybe you need to see someone else about this."

"Like who?" Tiffany asked, her expression turning into a pout.

Shane smiled. "You're really cute when you do that," he commented. Her pout dropped off into a look of skepticism. "Okay, fine. Maybe you need to talk to Chanel or Andrew. Maybe you need to get to the root of the problem, which I think would be one of them in this case," he said.

The faintest smile formed on her face before she nodded. She kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you. You're the best," she said as she began to leave to do work Spencer wasn't brave enough to do.

She felt a hand grab onto her wrist and looked back at him. "What are you doing?" she asked before a kiss was pressed against her lips. "Are you planning on messing around with me? Do you keep forgetting that I'm already pregnant?" she inquired.

He just laughed and kissed her again.

"How are you spending Christmas this year?" Toby asked.

"I was planning on spending it with you," Spencer said.

A small smile was on his lips. "I haven't spent Christmas with someone I was seeing since…" he trailed off.

"You can say her name," she assured him gently.

"Chanel," he said, her name dripping with honey as he uttered it. She felt a small pang of jealousy.

"Do you miss her?" she asked. It was clear they were both a little bit incoherent from the alcohol, him more so than her.

He shrugged. "A little, maybe…I don't think about her like I used to, though. It was hell living without her at first but…I eventually just learned to accept it," he said.

She nodded. It didn't really do anything to soothe her jealousy, though.

About an hour later, after more food, they were both feeling more sober. In effect, the two were less open and candid with each other.

"Don't you get lonely going to New York?" she asked finally.

He shrugged. "Sometimes, but it's New York; there's something to on every block."

She bit her lip. "I know, but…" she trailed off slightly. "I could go with you if you want," she suggested quietly.

"You don't have to go with me, Spencer."

Her heart sunk a little at the sound of her name. She had just grown so accustomed to him calling her "Spence" that it felt foreign now.

"I don't want you to be lonely," she answered meekly.

He looked up at her, studying her very carefully. "Is there a reason you don't want to stay here, in Rosewood?"

She contemplated telling him all about Andrew and Chanel. She suddenly realized that it would probably infuriate him and she honestly didn't want to be around for that.

"It just gets kind of lonely. And I miss not having you around, especially at night, when it gets cold," she said.

"I don't have to go if—"

"No, you need to go. It's an amazing opportunity for you if you pass, Toby. Don't pass it up because of me. If you don't want me to come with you, I'll deal with it," she answered firmly.

They both sighed, unsure of what to say now.

"So where do we go from here?" she asked.

Toby was somewhat taken aback, scared of what that really meant. "What do you mean?"

She sighed. "I can't do this forever. Where are we? Whenever I try to talk to you, it's like…you're avoiding me. Like suddenly, I'm a leper or something," she answered.

"I'm not avoiding you—"

"Well, what else would you call it?" she asked, somewhat agitated. "Every time I talk to you about anything concerning the both of us, you get really cagey and make up some excuse to leave," she explained.

He thought for a moment. "Do I really do that to you?"

"Yes! And I'm sick of it. I'm sick of feeling like all the things we went through as a couple are irrelevant now. I'm sick of feeling like…you're giving up on us."

"I'm not giving up, Spencer," he assured her. It sure felt like he was to him, too.

She sighed dramatically and stood up from where she was sitting. "I'm sick of you lying. To me and to yourself." She grabbed her bag. "I don't know what you want. I don't even know if you know what you want anymore."

He didn't know what to say as Spencer stormed out of the restaurant. Should he chase her? Should he claim his undying love for her?

He was frozen. He didn't know what to say.

"Funny meeting you again."

Addictedtospoby: I had semi-hipster glasses until I lost them. Oops. And I see that social awkwardness peeking out. Don't worry, we can be two awkward turtles. And cool, you're Cananadian? I went to Cananada last summer, and it was AWESOME. Do you speak French, too? I know French and English are the official languages of Cananada. I also know that recently, some important dude from Cananada admitted he smoked weed. #Corrupt.

eveningshades1107: I have said it a thousand times and I will continue to say it, but Hanna is one of my favorite characters to write for. I just love her and relate to her on so many levels. I guess that's why I'm pretty good at writing for her. And yes, I remember my 7 year old cousin asking me yesterday, "If you had a daughter, what would you name her?" and I just am like, "Um, I don't know, but I'm fourteen, so I'm not really thinking about having babies anytime soon...no." And I hope you liked Shane. I just...grr, I don't know what to do to bring him in, but we might see him more often now that I've actually introduced him to this story. And Tiffany and Shane are adorable. Like, yes. #IShipDat #WhatIsDisShip

Spobyforever259: I hope you liked Shane! I think he would be an adorable puppy. Tiffany is such a sassy-pants. I forget who said that, but never mind them; I said it. She's a sassy-pants. Tiffany and Hanna are definitely my favorites (if we're excluding Spencer and Toby in this whole thing) and I think that Chanel and Jason are tied for second (since I adore bitchy characters like Chanel in a weird love-hate way, plus their complexity and enigma). Cassidy gets honorable mention :) And yeah, Spencer totally puts Toby in his place, like, you go girl! And oops, I'm turning into one of those people. And I don't like it. But there's nothing I can do. I'll be in a foreign country, and I'm not risking losing my computer for some unknown reason. I will feel much safer if my laptop were here, in the states, safe and sound under my fuzzy red blanket. But I am bringing my build-a-bear with me. #Don'tJudgeMe

AL3110: I have the perfect relationship with mocha cappuccinos.

Guest: Have ye a little faith here, people!

Guest: I am the Angel Kayson. That should be a Halloween costume for next year. I'll get on it. But yes, I understand, and thank you. And why does everyone seem to think I'm like Satanic spawn (as Hanna calls the hypothetical offspring of Chanel and Toby)?

Prettylittleliars-spoby: Have I shared with the viewers of this story my friend Julien's theory on the plotlines of stories? Well, you can probably find it somewhere (and I might put it on my profile, but might not have time to), so you can look for that and then *hint, hint* You're welcome.

Girlz-Rule: IT'S OFFICIAL; I AM LIKE THE MARLENE KING OF...this story.

bluebird10023: I don't know...?

Also, I am probably not going to be able to put out another chapter for another week and a half to two more weeks. I literally JUST finished this chapter and as most of you know, I am going to London until this coming Saturday.

Just because I'm curious and I'm thinking about time changes right now, can you guys like tag your posts with your local time and the time zone? (Like right now, as I'm writing this, it's 1:22 PM, EST).

I'm going going to mandate a certain amount of reviews, but I'd like a few! Okay, bye! -Kayson