Author's Note: Things are about to get really interesting! Chapter's will be longer!

Spencer

The cluster of clouds moved in on the circumference of the sun, and within a few seconds, had it completely obscured, unable to be seen from below the density of clouds. Left in its absence, she sighed, the transitioning dismal chill did nothing to help her worsening mood. It was just shy of six o'clock - five minutes to - and Spencer was still at it, although, if she was being honest, her diligence was ailing, leaving her tired and grouchy.

Sitting at her desk fronting the large bay window that took up most of the back wall, Spencer had been working away for majority of the day, and as it petered out - the crescent moon superseding the hiding sun and breaking apart the clouds, cottony wisps getting lost amongst the inhabiting pitch - she grew antsy.

Spencer was awaiting her boyfriend's arrival because the sooner he got home, the sooner they could be on their way to Aria and Jake's. The couple only lived a few streets over, along the bustling Manhattan strip, but, with Spencer being who she was, it was imperative for them to be on time, early even.

A pair of headlights turned onto their street, and Spencer rose slightly from her seat, peering out the window to get a closer look at the car. It was a red Escalade and Spencer slumped back into her chair, beginning to doubt his previous promise.

'I'll be home by six fifteen' he'd told her before leaving for the car dealership that morning.

She hadn't heard from him since, and was now a little worried. It was four now, where was he?

Spencer sighed emphatically once again, attempting to distract herself as she turned to the case file on her desk.

The case was originally her mother's, but due to an unforeseen circumstance - it was an ulcer but Veronica Hastings refused to let the firm know (lest she appear 'weak' was her reasoning) - she was forced into early retirement. So, like the good daughter she was, Spencer took on the case. Veronica hadn't told her much about it, just said that she'd be surprised, although, personally, her mother hadn't been.

Picking it up, her intent was to mull over it, memorize the facts - any glaring variables that may affect the case will be duly noted - and prepare for the court date in a few, short, months from now. However, as she opened the file to do just that, the name stamped on the first page of forms stopped her short. The ink was a stark contrast to the white of the paper, and Spencer felt her mouth go dry as she hastily shut the file.

She stood up abruptly, clambering to her feet as she knocked into the chair and almost tripped on it in the process, attempting to gain her balance as she reached for the desk and steadied herself.

"It can't be," she gasped, "I don't believe it."

There was a swelling in her chest as she fought to come to terms with this recent revelation.

She couldn't define this feeling for certain, but it was something warm. She read the name over and over in her head and that swelling grew larger; sluicing the waves of panic and exhaustion her inner voice possessed, dulling their frequency to a slurred hum.

"Toby... Cavanaugh..."

Suddenly, startling Spencer, a pair of lips softly brushed the cartilage of her ear. "Sorry I'm late baby," a voice breathed, the minty freshness that laced his words tickling the fine hairs of her ear.

"I- uh... It's fine." Spencer was still a little disoriented, but now, she realized, the feeling that had been pitted in her chest was gone and no residual effects remained. It was as if it never existed in the first place. Spencer shook her head, reaching over Andrew's arm to shut the file on her desk with subtlety. "Ready?"

Andrew moved from his previous position, standing now, at his full height as Spencer did the same. "Yeah," he answered, passing her a delicately wrapped gift, with a baby blue ribbon attached. "The engagement present. I told you I'd pick up something on the way home. It's a leather photo album, complete with the pictures you've taken of the couple over the years."

"It's perfect, Thanks."

Andrew stared at her with a glistening of self-pride, and leaned in. Spencer met him halfway and kissed him tenderly, pulling away after a minute. "We have to get going if we want to make it on time."

Andrew nodded and followed his girlfriend out the door, making sure to lock it behind him.

Aria

Aria's cheeks were becoming sore, stiff from the strenuous effort of maintaining a believable smile, of never once letting it falter. As she took the present from Spencer's waiting hands, she tore it open; the falsity of her gusto so transparent it was a wonder that nobody noticed.

"Aw Spence! This is so thoughtful, thank you!" she gratified, wrapping her friend in a hug as Jake leaned over to look at the at the album laying in his fiancées lap. "Look Aria, this was when you got your black belt, remember that day?"

When Aria turned to him, she saw that his gaze was trained on the photo in question, his eyes almost wistful.

Both of them wore matching grins, arms wrapped delicately around each other's waists. Aria's dark hair was falling out of her ponytail, draped over one shoulder. Her cheeks were red, and her face had a natural glow, glistening with excretion. Jake too, had sweat dripping from his forehead, his hair curling from the self-inflicted heat. They were both so happy, with Aria finally feeling as though she had maybe moved on. "I do," she answered after a beat, smiling up at him.

"Open mine next!" Hanna prompted, forcing the present into Aria's lap. Jake laughed. "Okay Han," she obliged, chuckling as well.

It was a onesie, pink in color, with the words "my cuteness brings all the boys to the yard! in a dark cursive.

"Hanna! This is the most adorable thing I have ever seen!" Aria squealed, holding it to her chest. Hanna smiled proudly, "it's custom made."

Her glee wasn't present for very long, and her head hung in sudden, inexplicable shame. "Hanna, I can't," she said, thrusting it into her friend's palms. "This was for Abigail, there is no way I'm taking this. Please, keep it," she whispered, "I want you to."

"Aria," Hanna's voice was grief-stricken, small, "I want you to have it."

Your future daughter will look absolutely adorable in this little number," she added, her tone noticeably lighter.

Jake wrapped his arm around Aria, squeezing her shoulder. "Hanna's right, she will."

Aria's face blanched, as she grasped the article of clothing between her fingers. "Well, I - thanks Hanna. That's really sweet of you." Spencer gave her a look, noticing her odd mannerisms only now. "Ar-"

"I'm fine Spence. Thanks for your concern." Her tone suggested she was anything but as she piled all the gifts into a singular bag. "Now, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm incredibly exhausted, do you mind if we cut tonight short?"

Nobody objected, except for the confused grumblings that came from Jake - it's not even nine o'clock! - and immediately after everyone left, Aria claimed the flu and slept on the couch, alone, missing his presence, the one whom she gave up without a fight all those years ago.

Author's Note: What is Spencer going to do about Toby's case? Is she ready, after all these years, to see him again? And Aria, are she and Jake expecting? Would she even want the baby?