Author's Note: I'm ba-ack! And I have another one-shot based off of the Red AU, wherein Toby never kissed Spencer in the alley in Paris and...you can figure out the rest :)

Day One-Hundred Fifty-Six: Treacherous by Taylor Swift

I cried into his arms. I still couldn't believe that Andrew would do this to me, in Paris of all places.

I rested my head on his shoulder, albeit reluctantly. I couldn't get that close to him. I couldn't let him kiss me or even let him say anything to me that might make me fall even more and harder. I couldn't risk that, especially now knowing I was pregnant—and it was definitely not his baby.

"Come on, Spencer. You're getting soaking wet and we should go inside," he assured me as he stood up and extended his arm to take my hand. "You can't risk getting a cold."

I sniffed again before taking his hand and getting up. Suddenly, I wasn't sad because I had just broken my engagement and a relationship I invested four years of my life in; I was sad because he was a perfect gentleman who I finally realized I had feelings for and I couldn't act on them. I couldn't do that to him. I couldn't just do that to him. And for some reason, I couldn't just walk away, either. He was the quicksand I was sinking in.

"I think I'm going to try to get the first flight back to Philadelphia," I said absentmindedly as he wrapped one of the big, white, fluffy towels around my body. "I don't want to be in Paris anymore," I murmured.

He nodded. I was glad. I couldn't take another second at staring at his lips and waiting for him to say something.

"Toby, if you don't mind, I'd kind of like to be alone," I said as evenly as I could. Everything was just crumbling before my eyes. Andrew was two-faced and the whole prospect of having to start a whole life over from scratch was terrifying. I knew how fickle fate could be—I mean, hello—and I wasn't very confident in whatever she had planned for me next. I was worried that whatever kind of hope I had left for myself would be in vain. It could commit some act of treachery and I couldn't deal with any more betrayal.

I hadn't really seen anybody since Brandon was born. Cassidy and Brandon were born just a few weeks apart. Aria was excited and energetic after having Cassidy, but I felt a little more jaded. At least she still had Cassidy's dad to help her out. I didn't. I didn't want Brandon anywhere near Andrew. I didn't want him to get hurt.

Sometimes, I felt myself wondering what it would be like if I let Toby back into my life. I was already clearly enamored by him. But of course, I couldn't do that to him. I couldn't make him get involved in the life of a child that wasn't his. It would be selfish to make him play daddy dearest with a child that wasn't his.

Some little part of me knew that he would stay, even if I didn't ask him to, just because that was the sort of guy he was. He'd learn to get on with this idea. He'd learn to adjust to the new life.

But I couldn't even fathom getting involved with him in that way. I had to deal with the bed I made for myself. I couldn't drag him down with me.

Before I could continue my thought process as I held my baby, there was a knock on the door. I heard the water turn off in Aria's bathroom.

"Spence, could you get that?" she asked.

I sighed, but went to the door. Speak of the devil.

"Toby?"

I hadn't seen him in…over nine months. It was weird seeing him after so long.

"Um…I…Jason…"

He couldn't form coherent words, but I saw a set of keys in his hand.

"Jason asked you to return Aria's keys?"

He just nodded. I took them from his hand.

"You—"

"This is my son," I explained as I looked away from him, "to explain any questions you might have."

He just couldn't talk. We stood in silence for a moment before Aria came out with a robe and wet hair.

"Toby! Hi! Did you come to return my—"

I handed her the keys and she smiled before walking off.

"Are we going to stand here in awkward silence?" I asked finally.

"I'm just trying to wrap my head around it—"

"Come back later and I'll explain everything. Seven."

I had a small glimmer of hope when he showed up again at seven. For what, I wasn't exactly sure. I was just glad to be with him, alone, and finally talk to him about this.

I'd thought about that night in particular so many times. I always thought about what exactly I'd say and what I wanted him to know.

I wanted him to know everything.

After formalities and small talk, I cut to the chase.

"I had Brandon about a month ago, two or three weeks after Cassidy was born. He was the sweetest baby when I had him in the hospital. He didn't really cry a lot. But anyway, he's really such a good baby…I'm just worried about him when he gets older."

Toby was silent for a few moments. "Does Andrew know about Brandon?"

I shrugged. "I don't know if he found out about him. All I know is that I think Brandon deserves better," I decided. "I don't want him to get hurt. As much as I love Brandon, I'm not getting back together with his father just for his sake. Children grow up with one parent or divorced parents all the time. Why is this any different?"

He remained quiet.

"It can't be a secret. He'll always know about his father and that the two of us aren't and will never be together. I don't know how I'll explain it to him when he's old enough…how am I supposed to explain his blue-green eyes or his light brown hair or any of that?" I asked. I sighed. Maybe I was in over my head with keeping my son away from his father. It was probably selfish, too. It was just a bad daydream.

"Well, I—"

"No," I interrupted quickly. "No, I could never do that to you, Toby."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "You didn't even know—"

"I know what you were about to say and you have a life. This isn't even your child. You and I aren't even together, even if—"

I stopped myself. I couldn't continue that sentence.

"I like you, Spencer. And call me crazy, but I think you like me, too."

I bit my lip.

"You having a child by someone other than me doesn't change the way I feel about you," he said. "We can take it as slow or as fast as you want."

This couldn't be real. This had to be some treacherous dream.

But it wasn't. I even pinched myself to make sure it wasn't. "How do we start?"

He thought about it with a small smile. "We can start with dinner tomorrow night at my apartment."

I just wished that this hope wouldn't betray me.

sarahschneider2012: This means so much to me. You have no idea how amazing falling asleep and thinking of them is. Hope you enjoyed this one!

Addictedtospoby:Lol you would never want to see me right smut. You'd need surgery to fix your corneas. Thank you! If you watch it on your own free will, I can't be held accountable if and when it ruins your life.

MilaMizz: Thanks. I would've screamed the entire time, believe me. I would be depressed. I have to read boring school books, ugh. Like 17 days left before school starts again and I still have to read one whole book AND the 70 or so pages I have left of the one I'm currently reading. Good luck! I don't even really blame the kid (I mean, I do, but he was just some dumb kid who probably didn't realize how dumb other idiots on the internet are) because everyone else who's participating in this "Purge" is just so damn stupid. I mean...the whole point of the Purge is that it's LEGAL and you can get away with it. There's no frickin point if you're going to go to jail. Ugh with humanity. That's my new hashtag #PrayersForHumanity because God knows we need it. If it DOES so happen to be real (i.e., if I get caught in the crosshairs of an idiot who believes it), I'm HAUNTING EVERY SINGLE PERSON I DON'T LIKE. I'm not even kidding it. And I'll finally know the answer to Marina's question: when you become a ghost, are you wearing your favourite outfit of your life or the one that you died in? I'd better look cute when I die, okay? Anyway, hope you liked this one!

Guest (Rachelle): Thank you, and wow. It was awful, wasn't it? I'm so glad you could relate to it. My mother's power went out for about five or six days after the storm (and we got cable back probably after a week and a half?), but my father's power was out for weeks. My uncle's power (that was the house I went to, and actually what I based Spencer's experience after) went out once for a few hours, but he had a generator. The reason it wasn't out longer was probably because it was a newer house and the power lines were underground. I'm really glad you could relate, though! I hope you liked this one!

AL3110:I actually think I'm going to send you a message with every single song on this so you could finish it should I perish. Just as a precaution. You're just going to be left with a lot of songs and a new one-shot on Monday morning when you wake up :) Nothing will happen, I'm pretty sure, but I just get this very eerie feeling.

I kind of liked this one. The next one-shot will be based off of Original Love by Cassadee Pope. I actually think that song is so fitting for Spoby and I actually really love it. -Kayson