Keep Holding On

chapter 18

As Spencer and Molly enjoyed their time together during Spencer's few days off, they immersed themselves in simple pleasures. Molly took the lead in the kitchen, preparing delicious meals and baked treats, while Spencer eagerly assisted her, taking on tasks like measuring ingredients.

They spent lazy afternoons cozied up on the couch, watching classic Christmas movies and savoring each other's company. With the arrival of snow in Washington D.C., they ventured out on leisurely walks, exploring the winter wonderland around them, including a visit to the Christmas market.

They meandered through the stalls, marveling at the array of ornaments and delectable baked goods on display. Their eyes sparkled with delight as they sampled various treats.

When they reached the ice rink, Molly suggested they try their hand at ice skating. After a bit of gentle persuasion, Spencer, eager to see Molly happy, reluctantly agreed, despite his lack of confidence on the ice.

As Spencer and Molly glided across the ice, their laughter echoing through the crisp winter air, Molly's attention suddenly veered away from the joyous moment. 

Her brow furrowed in concentration, a faint furrow of worry creasing her features as she scanned the bustling rink.

"Molly, hey?" Spencer's voice broke through the ambient noise, tinged with concern as he struggled to maintain his balance on the slippery surface. 

Clinging tightly to Molly's hand, he navigated the crowded rink with cautious steps, his gaze alternating between her and the surrounding commotion.

But despite his efforts, Spencer couldn't shake the sense of unease creeping into his heart. What had captured Molly's attention so abruptly? Was there something amiss, hidden amidst the festive atmosphere of the ice rink?

"Molly?" he called out again, his voice softer this time, laced with a hint of urgency. He longed to understand the source of her distraction.

Meanwhile, Molly's gaze darted anxiously through the crowd of skaters, her heart pounding in her chest as she searched for the familiar sound that had caught her eye. Amidst the swirling crowd, she finally found the source of the voice she heard. A woman with honey blonde hair, with the striking resemblance to herself impossible to ignore.

As Spencer followed her gaze, his breath caught in his throat when he too laid eyes on the woman and the little boy beside her. There was a sense of familiarity in the way the woman moved, in the sparkle of her eyes and the curve of her smile, that sent a ripple of confusion through Spencer's mind.

Molly's eyes remained fixed on the woman, who stood at the edge of the rink, her warm smile directed at the little boy as she cheered him on. "You're doing so well, sweetie," she encouraged, her voice carrying over the sound of scraping blades on ice. 

Molly couldn't tear her gaze away, she was captivated by the scene unfolding before her.

Feeling Spencer's hand tighten around hers, she was jolted out of her reverie. His gentle touch served as a grounding force, a reminder of his presence beside her amidst the whirl of emotions swirling inside her.

"Hey, Molly?" Spencer's voice broke through the haze of her thoughts, his tone hesitant yet hopeful. "Is that...?"

"Yes" Molly's response was blunt, her expression betraying a mix of resignation and determination. She let out a slow breath, steeling herself for what was to come.

"Do you wanna leave?" Spencer's question hung in the air, his concern evident in his tone.

"No," Molly replied firmly, her gaze steady. "She won't ruin my date with my boyfriend. I can be wherever I want to be. Just ignore her. We don't have to worry... She'll ignore me too."