Have you ever felt this way?

Best for us

Spencer's POV:

(2 weeks later)

"Spencer hastings" I Hear them call.

I slowly sit up and shake. I took 3 tests and all came out positive, but the box also says there's a possibility I'm not pregnant, so I decided to come to the doctors office before telling Toby.

After I get out I begin bawling.

I'm pregnant... And I think I might want an abortion... But I may regret it later on.

I hold my stomach in disbelief and after a couple of minutes I begin driving back.

When I get back to the loft Toby is sitting on the couch.

"T-toby." I say.

"What? I thought you were at school." Toby says confused.

"I... I went to the doctors." I say looking down.
He shakes his head no.

"And...?" He asks.

"I... I'm pregnant." I say. My hands shake and I begin crying again.

"Shh.." Toby whispers. I can hear the hurt in his voice... He's also crying.

He kisses me and holds me but I'm still upset.

We are bringing a baby into our lives... An innocent little baby who can't even be taken care of properly. A little baby who won't have a good life... Thanks to me.

"I... I don't know if I can." I admit.

"... And that's okay..." He says. It doesn't sound real, it sounds like he was very hesitant about saying that.

He's gonna judge me for wanting an abortion. I can hear it, he already does.

I pull away and walk into the bedroom.

Toby chases after me.

"What's wrong? I-" "you... Don't want me to have an abortion. That's fine." I say.

"Well spence, one would assume I get a say." Toby says.

"Alright fine! Ill give birth to a little baby. A baby who won't have a good life. They may have good parents, but they sure wont have a nice home... Or go to a nice anything... Or have nice clothes or toys! I can't take care of a baby, Toby." I say.

"Not yet..." I cry.

"It would be nice to... Sit down, talk and make a plan. I'm sure your friends would help and you could get a job and... We could both go to school." He says.

"I'm to tired right now. I just wanna sit down and relax for a second..." I cry.

I tug on my hair and Toby continues to say things about or future. It's to much weight in my shoulders. All in one day... This is to much stress.

I curl up and all I can hear is the sound of my heart beating rapidly.

I end up falling asleep.

When I wake up its about 1:30 am and Toby is gone.

I begin walking to the living room and I hear the door slam shut.

I turn around and Toby stumbles in... I can smell alcohol on him.

His hands go onto my hips and he pushes me onto the couch.

"Toby get off of me." I say.

"It's.... It's all my f-fault." He says sitting down beside me.

"I'm going back to bed..." I say getting up.

"I... I don't know if I will let you g-get an... Abortion." Toby says.

I begin crying and I slam the door shut.

I suppose they would make sure Toby was sure... And now, Toby doesn't want best for me... Or our baby.