Portland, Maine

"Welcome to the Cambria Hotel!" Spencer announced as they entered the building.

Trina looked around with real interest. It seemed that every place they had gone to, the accommodations were beyond excellent and she had no doubt that this hotel would be giving as much as the other ones had.

"Since you are the one that booked this place, tell me all about it, Mr. Cassadine," Trina chuckled, enjoying how enthusiastic her boyfriend was. This trip seemed to be doing them both a world of good. Spencer seemed to be the happiest she had ever seen him. He was so relaxed and beyond loving, not that he hadn't been loving before, but there had always been something pulling his attention away from her. But now, she had his full attention and it's been that way since this trip had begun. She was really loving it.

"I got us a room with a harbor view," Spencer smirked. "Only the best for my Trina-girl."

Trina blushed and followed him to the check-in desk. Once they were registered and shown to their room, Trina collapsed on the bed, exhausted from the drive. They had driven here straight from Dysarts and they were both feeling it.

"So what are we going to do here in Portland, the last stop in Maine?" Trina questioned. She hoped that Spencer had a plan on what to see here. Sure, the trip has been a grand success so far, but she was all too aware that hiccups could happen.

"There's a culinary tour I want to take," Spencer sighed, kicking off his shoes.

"Ah, yes. You're a surprise foodie," Trina smiled, feeling gleeful about this newly discovered fact about her boyfriend. "What is your favorite food, Spencer? I want to know them all…"

Spencer laughed. "Why?"

"I'm your girlfriend. I might want to surprise you someday."

Spencer looked at her with an unnamed emotion in his eyes. "Why would you want to do something like that?"

Trina felt something in her break at the tone of his voice. It was like he couldn't understand why anyone would want to give him something that he found really good. It hurt her to hear that in his voice. She reached out and gently touched his face. "Because, it'd be something that you like and because I love you and I want to give you things that you like, whether it's food or something else. Kind of like how you gave me that art book because you knew that was one of my favorite artists and because of your feelings for me."

Spencer blushed and looked away, not knowing how to respond. "Of course. I'm sorry...I don't know why I had asked that…"

"It's ok. You can ask me anything, Spencer. I love you."

"I love you, too. I know that I've put you through so much and I still am with this thing with Esme and Ace and...I'm so sorry for that. I know my complicated situation is not ideal. But I love you nonetheless and...as long as you'll have me...I'll always be with you."

"I'll never not want you, Spencer. No matter how annoyed, angry, or even exasperated I get with you. I'm always going to want you…"

Spencer opened his mouth to respond when the buzz of his phone interrupted. He frowned and stared at the device as if it was something that was about to explode. "What the hell? Who can that be?"

"Are you going to answer it?" Trina asked, part of her not wanting him to. Right now, they were in their own little bubble. Anything from the outside world would burst it.

"It's probably about Ace," Spencer sighed, reluctant to answer, but knowing that he should. Especially if it was about his brother's well-being.

"You're right. Go ahead," Trina sighed, resigning herself to the intrusion.

"I'm sorry," Spencer apologized as he took out his phone and answered it. "Hello?"

The voice on the other end was one that Spencer wasn't expecting. "Spencer, don't hang up. I need to speak to my daughter, but she has me blocked. Please let me speak to her. I know that she's with you right now," Portia's voice came over the phone, sounding rushed and desperate.

"Doctor Ashford? How did you get this number?" Spencer questioned, his eyes falling on Trina, who frowned with alarmed anger.

"What the hell?" Trina nearly growled.

"Is that important? I need to talk to my daughter, please. I wouldn't be calling you if there was another way of reaching her."

"Look, Trina doesn't want to talk to you…"

"I am her mother! You wouldn't want to get in between a mother and her daughter, would you? Trina may be an adult now, but you know that she'll always need her mother. I mean, you know that from experience don't you?"

Spencer sighed, feeling himself giving in to him knowing what it was like to need a mother. Damn it. He looked at Trina with apologetic eyes. "It's your mother…"

"You know that I don't want to talk to her, Spencer," Trina glared at him, daring him to give her that phone. "What is she saying to you? Is she using the everyone needs their mother card on you again? Honestly!"

"Just talk to her. We can block her afterward, I promise," Spencer sighed, feeling bad for being so weak, but he couldn't help himself. He didn't want Trina to be without what he could never have. He at least wanted to try to help her.

"Fine. For you, I'll talk to her for five minutes. Then she's blocked," Trina took the phone. "Mother. I hope that you heard me tell Spencer that you have five minutes and then I'll block you on his phone. So what do you want?"

"Look, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for bailing Esme out of jail. I was just trying to help. I really do think that it'd be wise for you both to come home. Ace needs his brother and Curtis is coming home. I thought it'd be nice if we Ashfords could all just settle in together as a family, you know?"

Trina sighed, feeling a headache coming on. "Mother, you were not helping by bailing Esme out. I hope for your sake that she doesn't get her hands back on that baby and take off. If that happens, it'll be on your head. As for me coming home, that's not happening. Spencer and I are still in the middle of our road trip. We're in Portland Maine now and next, it's New Hampshire. I don't know when we'll be back. As for settling in as a family, where does my dad fit into all of that? You remember him right? Marcus Taggert? The man that raised me? Surely you didn't forget about him."

Portia sighed. "Trina, of course, I haven't. I just thought it'd be reasonable for him to take a step back a little. Allow Curtis to settle into this new normal, you know?"

"Mom, the thing is, Curtis is not the only one being affected here! I'm affected! So is Dad! The three of us have to figure this out and we will. When I come home. Right now, I'm on a much-needed break from Port Charles. That's why you're blocked on my phone and so you can't call Spencer and use the mother card again, I'm blocking you on his too. Goodbye," Trina blocked Portia and then hung up and handed the phone back to Spencer.

"I'm sorry about that," he apologized.

"It's ok. She won't be bothering us again, I don't think. I've blocked her on both of our phones," Trina sighed. "I can't believe her. She acts like her feelings are the only one that matters! She completely forgot how this paternity news affects my dad! It's all about Curtis...and I don't hold that against Curtis. I know he's going through it too. He just found out that he has a daughter and that he had missed twenty years of her life, but I think it's worse for Dad because he's finding out that the daughter that he had loved and raised for twenty years is not even his and she acts like what she did doesn't matter! That the pain she caused has just disappeared! She's so selfish!"

"How is it affecting you, though?" Spencer asked, pulling her into his arms. "That's the important question."

Trina sighed and rested her head on his chest, her favorite place on his body, if she had to pick one. She could hear his beating heart and that was always a comfort to her. "I feel sad. Guilty. Scared. I want to get to know Curtis as my father...but I feel like I'm betraying my dad somehow and I feel so awful because I know that he's hurting and there's nothing that I can do to make it better."

"The problem is that you feel so deeply for others. What they feel, you feel and mix that with your own feelings...but baby, you have to see that your own feelings are what's important here. For one. There's no need for you to feel guilty. I'm sure that your dad and Curtis both are aware that this is not easy on you. That this situation is less than normal and that there's a new normality that has to be navigated with the three of you together. You can't carry the burden of their emotions as well as your own. You have to put yourself first, then just take everything one day at a time with the both of them."

"I'm trying...I really am trying to put myself first...but I feel so guilty when I do. Like...taking off on this trip, knowing what's going on at home. I mean, I'm glad that we're doing this and that we have this time alone together...but there's a part of me that feels selfish. That feels like I should be at home trying to get to know Curtis and reassuring my dad. I have to tell that part of my brain to shut up often."

"Keep doing that. We'll be back in Port Charles soon enough. Right now, you're seeing parts of the country that you can't see in Port Charles and that's a good thing."

"It is. And having you to myself, away from that psycho. That is a very very good thing," Trina smiled, pushing Spencer onto his back and climbing on top of him. "Hmm...I'm not so sleepy anymore."

Feeling his body's reaction to her body on top of his own, Spencer moaned. And gripped her hips tightly. "Neither am I…"

Spencer moaned deeply as Trina began to rock against him, grinding down against his clad bulge which was growing harder by the minute.

"Do you know what you're doing to me right now?" He began to breathe heavily as his jeans were becoming even more restrictive.

"Have an idea...just not sure how far I want to go...I have to admit...the idea of making you cum in your jeans is very...sexy…she smirked before claiming his lips in a heated kiss.

Spencer moaned in her mouth as his hands slid up from her hips up her torso and ended up cupping her breasts beneath the soft fabric of her clothes.

She pulled out of the kiss and buried her fingers in his dark hair. "You know...I'm saying this now. To Esme and any other girl who has designs on you….you're mine. She can never ever have you back."

"I think I like being yours."

"Really?"

"Yeah….just as long as people know that you're off the market. Trina Robinson belongs to Spencer Cassadine."

"Just as long as you know that I'm my own person too."

"Oh, of course. I wouldn't have it any other way…," Suddenly he was standing up and had her on her back as he hovered over her. "Now...let seal the deal, shall we?"

Trina found herself melting into him like butter. She didn't know if lovemaking was like this with anyone else, or if it was just Spencer, but she couldn't even imagine it being as encompassing as it was with him.