Author's Note: I'm just warning you that Toby is a little bit OOC in this one-shot (well, past-Toby is, maybe not present-Toby...)

Day Two-Hundred Eight: If I Knew by Bruno Mars

I was cooking one day—since Spencer hated to—and Spencer came home in the midst of my cooking. It was weird. She just acted weird that day. It was odd. She didn't even say hi or anything. She just ran upstairs and came back down a few moments later, sitting on the couch with a big album—our wedding album, I assumed, by the thickness and how much she seemed to treasure it. Still, she didn't offer any explanation.

"Hello, Spencer. How was your day? Mine was alright. I've been cooking for the last hour. I might've gotten a cut and I think that maybe you need to ki—"

"I ran into Andrea today. She asked me how you are. She thought I was your cousin." I froze.

Andrea…Andrea…Andrea…

"She said you guys dated for five months while you were getting your degree?" she offered.

"Oh! Andrea!" I exclaimed as though I had an epiphany and remember who she was. "Wait, how did you run into her?"

She sighed. "She's in one of my classes," she explained as she looked through the photos that were taken about seven months ago. "She asked me about you and she said that she missed you…" Her voice tapered off and I could tell that she was annoyed, or at the very least, flustered.

"Are you jealous?" I inquired. She sighed with defeat. "Spencer, I don't even remember who Andrea is."

"That's sort of the point, Toby," she explained. "Last month when we ran into Gianna, you didn't remember who she was, either. And you didn't remember who Amelia was, or Hadley, or Marissa…" she trailed off again. "Are you going to forget about me, too?"

I stopped to look at her. "No way, Spence. How could you even think that? I married you."

"I know, but…I already know that you weren't exactly the most saintly person. Sometimes, I feel like you've dated half of the girls in this entire city."

I blushed a little bit. It was true. Especially during my college years, I always used to run when girls wanted to get too serious. My longest relationship was…five months. Definitely. Before Spencer, at least. I'd been with her for about fourteen months before I proposed to her. We'd been together for a little more than two years when all of this happened. I had my time to have fun. But now, all I really wanted was Spencer.

I could only imagine what Spencer was thinking. I knew she felt the same way. What was she thinking when she had to hear about how I was with someone else? And then how did she feel when she had to hear about it a dozen times over?

I knew that most girls would leave after a hearing it a couple of times. Spencer wasn't like most girls, though. She believed me when I told her that I loved her more than all those other girls.

I really wished I hadn't done all those things. I hadn't known how much it would hurt her in the future. Sometimes, I wished I had been one of those people who saved themselves until they found someone they really loved. But I wasn't one of those guys. I really wished Spencer had been my first time, like I had been hers.

"Do you really think I'd leave you?" was all I could really muster.

"I…no? I don't know? I don't know. I like to think not, but…I always get a little paranoid. Never say never," she responded bleakly.

"I wouldn't leave you," I said, "for the record. I wouldn't leave you for any one of those girls. They don't matter anymore. You matter the most to me."

She sighed and turned back to the wedding album. She smiled on one picture. "I still can't believe that look on your face after I shoved the cake all over it," she commented as she looked at that photo. I groaned at the memory. "You tasted delicious, by the way," she commented. I smiled as I took a break from cooking to sit down next to her.

"Do you really think I would throw all of that away, Spence?" I asked as I looked at the pictures with her.

She shrugged slowly. "I…I'm sorry. I just got a little paranoid," she apologized.

"I just don't want you to feel that way," I insisted as I wrapped my arm around her.

"I…I don't think I really feel that way…I guess I was just scared about…telling…" she trailed off and began to mumble at the end.

"Telling what?" I asked.

She bit her lip. "I'm…I'm pregnant," she said meekly.

I smiled broadly. "Why do you look so nervous?" I asked somewhat nervously.

"I wasn't sure how you'd react. I mean, I know…we agreed to wait a little bit before this happened," she reminded me timidly.

"But Spence, I don't care anymore. This is the best news!" I assured her. "We're going to be a family."

I noticed Spencer relaxed after she saw my obviously happy reaction. I moved the wedding album off of her lap and got up. "Come on, soon-to-be mother of my child. Now that you're pregnant, it's really important that you keep yourself nourished. Dinner is going to be ready in like fifteen minutes," I assured her. She laughed as I led her over to the table.

MilaMizz: Thank you. And thanks, but those are very, very tough schools to get into (especially Columbia; the acceptance rate is around 7%). I don't think you read that correctly. The sweatshirt goes down TO MY KNEES. I can't do math, point, blank, period. It's just that me and math are not good friends. Kudos to you for being able to tolerate it at all. You spelt whether correctly. Remember that my PM box is always open (well, idk if you can close it, but whatever, it's open to you and a couple other people, always).

Tomorrow's one-shot will be Whispering from Spring Awakening. If anybody (*cough* Mizz because she actually reads my crappy work *cough*) knows Spring Awakening, it's very similar to the scenario that takes place in the musical :) -Kayson