It's Time

Our Forever

It's finally time for Spencer's first game, and I'm not sure who is more excited him or me. Spencer and I volunteered to keep Jace for the rest of the weekend so Julia could have a conversation with Brandon and her parents. It was a crazy weekend, but for the past week, the house has been so quiet that I'd take the chaos back in a heartbeat. Bentley has been lying outside of the guest room since that's where Jace was sleeping, and I honestly feel bad for the pup. I walk over to Bentley, rubbing behind his ear. "I miss Jace too, buddy."

I'm not sure what the outcomes of Julia's conversations were, and I'm trying not to pry. I invited her to Spencer's game tomorrow, and I'm hoping that she'll spill the details. Or, at least, give me enough information to satiate my curiosity. I'm not the only one invested. Spencer has been asking me non-stop if his advice worked. He just wants to take credit, and if it means that things are better for Julia, I'll tell him he was right as many times as he wants to hear it.

"Morning, baby." He whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist. He's been in his office reviewing game film since early this morning. I tilt my head down against his, inhaling his scent. Starting each day with him is everything I've ever dreamed of. We've been inseparable since we got to Chicago, and I'm honestly not looking forward to the first time he has to travel for work.

"Do you want to go out to breakfast? This girl from my new photography group was telling me about this really cute bistro downtown, and I've been meaning to check it out." I actually really enjoyed my first meeting with the group. A few of the girls were also wives/girlfriends looking for an escape from home duties. They also shared some best-kept secrets for photography locations in the local area.

"That sounds great, Liv. Let me get showered, and we can head out in 30 minutes or so." He responds.

I twist in his arms to face him, offering a smirk. "I could join you for that shower." He grins, tightening his grip on me.

"Well, Olivia, I think we'll need more than 30 minutes." He winks.

An hour and a half later, Spencer and I are ready to head out to breakfast. While I can't wait to finally be pregnant, I will definitely miss all of the trying. We may have finally broken in every inch of this house, and I've enjoyed every single second of it. I set out some food and water for Bentley and beg him not to tear up the house while we're gone.

Spencer tosses me the keys to the Audi, and I smile from ear to ear. I've been itching to drive that car ever since we left California. Even though we've ridden in it quite a bit since being here, Spencer always drives. He thinks I'm a terrible driver, and he's not necessarily wrong. I have had a few run-ins with the curb here and there, and I may test the limits with the gas pedal from time to time. There may even be a fender bender or three on my record. I mean, who's counting?

Spencer, on the other hand, has only ever been in one car accident. We were driving to Disneyland, and he turned to laugh at something I said. He was distracted for a single second and blew through a stop sign. He panicked and swerved once he realized, running straight into the curb. Ever since then, he's always laser-focused when driving.

I run out of the house, hopping in the driver's seat before he has time to change his mind. The bistro is in the heart of the city, so it takes a bit longer than our usual drive downtown to get there. Around 45 minutes later, we pull up outside the cutest restaurant, and I instantly wish I had my camera. There's a little garden set up for the outdoor seating, and it's the most photo-worthy setting I've ever seen. I mentally note that I need to come back and grab a few shots.

Spencer had to run to the bathroom, so I walk up to the hostess to request a table. She tells me there's currently an hour wait, and I cringe because I know Spencer absolutely will not wait that long for a table. I give her my name anyway and silently pray that the hour wait is just a cautious exaggeration. Spencer returns, interlacing his fingers with mine, and his presence captures the waitress's attention.