Author's Note: I'm so sleep deprived I'm like Lady Macbeth and Spencer and ooh they're the same person more on that later please just read (and I'm sorry for scaring you guys if you're new to this story; I'm sorry, I just get really hyperactive and forget to use punctuation).

Day Forty-Two: Home by ZZ Ward

I sat quietly as he played with my hands. I liked just having him there. He didn't need to give me some horrid, ostentatious display or gesture of his affections. He didn't even have to kiss me. I just liked being there with him.

I felt really safe being with him, in front of the fire place.

He put his arm around me. I was so at peace that I could easily just fall asleep. "I love that you're here…but I hate that we have to keep sneaking around like this," I said softly. "…stealing moments when no one's looking?"

It made me sad to think about it; I couldn't just be open with him and tell everyone how I truly felt about him.

He was quiet for a moment as he thought. "We won't have to do this for long," he assured me. "When I was away last year, I apprenticed with a master carpenter," he explained. "I'm not going back to school," he announced.

I looked up in confusion. "I've decided to get my GED and start my own business," he elaborated.

I was still confused. "Are you sure?"

"I've got all the tools I need to get started…and if I get a few jobs…I think this can work out," he told me.

I wondered for a moment what he was talking about—us or this new decision. Or maybe that was my subconscious. I wasn't at all like my parents, but…I never dated someone like him. Not that my previous relationships ever worked out (obviously), I couldn't help but wonder.

"I'm good at this, Spencer," he continued, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I smiled. Of course, he was good at it. And I knew that from his point of view…us working out wasn't even an issue. So I just smiled.

"Will you make me something?" I asked absentmindedly.

"I already have," he answered without hesitation as he took my hand.

I smiled up at him. "But…you'll get it when I get my own place. Because I think that's where you'll want to keep it."

I smiled again. I couldn't keep the stupid smile off my face. "I'm intrigued," I whispered quietly to him.

He smiled as well. I kissed him as he continued to fidget with my hands. I realized deep down that this felt like home.

I was very quiet as I felt a tear slide down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away. I didn't want to let him see me cry. I felt him grab my hands.

I realized, in that moment, how much we'd really been through together. We both got angry and got mean to each other, but we were still there for each other whenever the other needed it. We did whatever we needed to do to help each other.

We loved each other.

"You believed me when...nobody else did. Like the night they found that shovel…you were the only one who believed me," I confessed to him. "And you're home for me," I confessed.

"Spencer…"

I just squeezed his hands. All I really wanted was for him to hold me. He was all I needed.

I lay in bed as I stared at him, getting ready. I contemplated telling him. I didn't know how to tell him.

I thought about the best possible way to tell him. I wanted it to be…special.

"What time will you be home later?" I asked quietly as I sat up.

"I should be home by five-thirty today," he answered as he buttoned his shirt.

I nodded. I wanted him to stay, but I knew that would be selfish.

I decided to just tell him, flat out. "Toby, I need to tell you something," I said firmly.

"What?" he asked as he sat on the bed in front of me.

I bit my lip. "We're pregnant," I blurted out after a pause.

At first, it didn't seem to register with him. But his eyes lit up after a second of processing it. "Are you serious, Spencer?" I nodded. "I can't believe it."

If I had any doubts before, I knew that he was mine and I was his. He quickly pulled me into a hug before kissing me on the cheek.

He pulled away and held both of my hands. I smiled at our joined hands. I knew my father probably wouldn't approve, but it didn't matter to me. We were never a typical couple; it didn't negate the love that we had between the two of us.

"Be home soon tonight, okay?" I asked quietly as he got up to leave.

"I'll be home to you soon, Spencer," he promised.

"Cross your heart?" I asked again.

He nodded. "I couldn't imagine coming home to anyone else."

mrs-cavanaugh: I would if I could but I can't so I shan't. But thanks for the feedback!

FabsirellaPrincessOfPopcornia: Blame my Shakespeare teacher. We just read Macbeth and he made me Lady Macbeth which would explain why my blood runs black nowadays.

AL3110: Whaaaaaaat?

MizzIsTheFiz: I put Hanna in my one-shots (or at least mention her) whenever humanly possible.

eveningshades1107:What? I'm so confused. Anywho, I actually don't hate Travis. I actually kind of like him, #NiceGuyTravis, but...I still like Caleb better. And I miss his bromance with Toby. That was a BrOTP right there. I need him to come back so they can have a bromance. I was gonna call her Lindsey, but I decided with Lauren. And I guess I'll get you used to it, since apparently, the writers are going to put in scenes with Toby/alive Alison. That just makes me feel happy. I can't wait to see that in Season 5. (and Spoby airport reunion scene which is sure to be the cutest thing ever).

So I'm going really really really quick because my Shakespeare homework took a lot longer than I expected. My teacher told us to cast a celebrity version of Macbeth and guess who the first person I cast was? Lady Macbeth. And guess who I cast as her? Yes, that's right: Troian Bellisario.

Anywho, watching PLL right now and I seriously hate Mrs. DiLaurentis. Like, number one, you don't mess with the queen (especially when the queen has just been turned the queen by yours truly [since Lady Macbeth becomes Queen of Scotland]).

Okay, I have to go and gets some other stuff done, but it was nice talking to you guys about life.

And BTB, the next one-shot will be It Will Rain by Bruno Mars, but I don't think I did him justice. Sorry, Sarah. -Kayson