Keep Me Safe

Chapter 85

Over a month had passed since Valentine's Day and the disastrous event that had occurred. Hanna was still living with them, but not for much longer. After a strenuous month of building, the Rockton home was completed, and Hanna was moving in in three days, to be exact.

But today, there were other things planned.

"Toby, we're going to be late if you don't get your ass off of the couch!" Spencer, feeling rather hormonal this afternoon, screamed into the living room.

Toby pushed off of the seat and into the bedroom to retrieve their shoes. After seeing Spencer struggle to tie hers, he sat down in front of her.

"Need help with that?" He teased, earning a dirty look from his wife.

"It's not funny. I'm only seventeen weeks along and I'm already fat," Spencer retorted.

Toby looked up into her eyes as he continued to tie her shoes. "Not fat, glowing," he said, smiling.

Spencer got up and wrapped her arms around him. Looking into his eyes, she shook her head in slight. "What would I do without you, Toby?"

"I don't know. And you don't ever have to imagine, because I am here to stay," he proffered, clasping their hands together, leading her out of the bedroom.

"Where did Hanna disappear to this morning?" Toby asked once they were in the car.

Spencer shrugged. "I think she said furniture shopping for the house. Or maybe grocery. I'm not sure. She's Brent he perfect guest, don't you agree? I mean she's always offering to run errands or clean or pick up dinner and it just seems kind of unlike her. Have you noticed that?" She rambled.

Toby laughed. "I think you're a little nervous. I would've been fine with the short answer."

Spencer rubbed her palms on her leggings to relieve them of the nervous sweat costing them. "I guess I'm a little nervous. I mean, we might find out the sex of our baby! How is that not nerve wracking? We have to pick names, pick furniture, paint the nursery-"

"I think you need to relax. Don't stress yourself out, it's not good for her."

Spencer balked at his assumption. "Why are you so sure it's a girl?"

"Wishful thinking, maybe," Toby admitted. He would've loved to see Spencer with a daughter.

"Well I think it's a boy, and I'm the smart one," Spencer stated.

Toby pulled into a parking spot and voiced his response. "You're right. You are the smart one. It's probably a boy, but we'll just have to wait and see."

"Of course I'm right," Spencer whispered, stepping out of the car.

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I was gonna make this longer but I decided to end it with a typical Spencer line. What do you want the gender to be? Not that it'll change my mind, I have it all mapped out in my head, even her next two pregnancies 😂 And from now on, the story will kind of revolve around family life, but mostly just Spoby. I'm so sorry I haven't updated in close to two weeks, I feel like the worst writer ever. But thank you to everyone who voted and commented on my last chapter. I love you guys so much.