Have you ever felt this way?

Fresh air

Spencer's POV:

As we are painting the walls orange Toby suddenly dabs the end of my nose with paint.

"Toby!" I exclaim

"You look so cute!" Toby says.

I roll my eyes and walk out.
I wipe my face off.

When I walk back inside the room Toby has already done a lot.

I pick my brush back up and as in about to reach the window I realize we forgot to put tape on the window frames.

"I need to get some more tape.... Where is it?" I ask.

"I used the last of it." He sighs.

"I could go to the store-" "no Spencer, I'll Go." Toby says.

"It's fine-" "I'll go." Toby demands smiling.

I stare at him blankly for a moment before attempting to run to the car keys.

I end up basically waddling from my huge stomach.

Toby ends up getting there first.

"I love you I'll be back." He says quickly kissing me.

"TOBY CAVANNAUGH!" I shout before he closes the door.

I laugh to myself for the useless competition.

I begin painting on the other side of the wall.

10 minutes later he comes back with the tape.

"Toby cavannaugh I am carrying your children." I say dramatically.

"Drama queen." He says, an evil smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh whatever... Give me the tape." I say snatching it out of his hands.

I waddle back into the room.

Yes... I am well aware I waddle so if people would stop pointing it the fuck out that would be good.

"Haha..." Toby holds me tight by my stomach and kisses my neck.

"I love you." He says... Clearly wanting something.

"What do you want?" I groan.

"To paint.... Let's get going again." Toby says pushing me into the room.

"We still need to do 2 more coats." I say.

"Then the swans, then we are finished for painting." Toby says.

"Yes.... I think it will look so cute." I say.

"But the paint fumes are killing me... I need some fresh air." I say.

"I'll be painting." Toby says smiling.

I smile back at him and head outside.

As I'm sitting outside I feel a little.... Sting. Ache... Burn.

The thing that concerns me is that it's in my stomach... The babies.

I get up weakly, trembling.

I stumble inside crying... If it was a miscarriage I would be bleeding.

That's what I keep telling myself, at least...

Toby looks at me concerned.

I lean against the door and he gets even more concerned when he sees me holding my stomach.

"Toby.... I think it's something to do with there hearts." I get out.

Toby begins crying a little but he drives me to the hospital.

The entire ride there Toby holds my stomach, trying to feel a kick... A heartbeat.... Anything.

When nothing comes I get s little concerned... Or maybe it's just something wrong with me.... A very bad stomach ache? No... It's burning. Aching.

As the gurney is taking me to my room... With all the doctors around me my eyes only fixated on toby.

How could I do this to him? He wanted the babies so so much... As did I, but... It's all my fault he might not be able to be a father to our kids.

They do an ultrasound and I see the doctor almost in tears....