Be My Forever [COMPLETE]

Chapter 117

I sat at my computer, blanking on what to write. Writing was always a passion of mine, and I want more than anything to pursue a career in it. Unfortunately, it was a lot harder than I thought it would be.

I was lacking inspiration. I had no idea whatsoever on what I could write about. I'm not clever enough to write a book series like J.K. Rowling. I'm not passionate enough to write a love story like Nicholas Sparks. I'm not cultured enough to write a poem or a sonnet like Shakespeare.

I'm dull.

"You should write about your life." Toby suggested at dinner. The past few days had been easier for us. I got to spend more time with the girls, and occasionally Hanna would come over with Ben and spend the afternoon with us.

"Nobody knows who I am." I said. Only famous people write autobiographies. I'm not relevant enough in the world to write an autobiography.

"They don't have to," Toby said, "Maybe change some names. Give or take a few things. You've been through a lot, Spencer. I'm sure people would love to read about it."

Toby had a point. I've been through a lot in my life. I was abused as a kid. I met the love of my life the day I was going to kill myself. I've been through both of my parents' deaths, being told I couldn't have children, adopting a baby from my best friend, a cancer scare, finding out I was pregnant, having a stalker, and having my father-in-law practically come back from the dead.

I got up and gave Toby a quick kiss. "Thank you." I said. I grabbed my computer and made my way back downstairs, where Toby was getting the girls cleaned up.

"I'll put them to bed later if you're still busy." Toby offered.

"Thank you. I love you so much." I said, kissing him once he was right next to me.

The girls went to go play upstairs, leaving Toby and I alone.

"So, I got a call saying that there was a robbery downtown," Toby started. He went on to say something, though I wasn't really paying attention. I was too busy working on my story.

"That's great," I said, hoping he wouldn't notice I was completely oblivious to his story.

"Spencer, you're doing it again." He said. I looked at him and listened as he told me that the robbery call was a prank call, automatically making me feel bad for saying "that's great."

"I'm sorry, Toby. I just- All these ideas keep coming to me for the book, and I wasn't paying attention. I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Toby said, his handsome smile creeping back onto his face, "I'll just sit here and watch you type. I'll be very quiet."

I hesitantly went back to typing. I felt guilty not paying any attention to Toby. He seemed alright with it, but I was worried he actually wasn't. The guilt kept creeping up on me with each minute that passed. I felt bad leaving him like that.

"Toby, I-" I started to say, until he surprised me with a kiss when I faced him. He twirled my hair in his fingers and made me feel safe. His hands were soft against my skin, and he made sure not to bee too rough.

"That's not distracting at all," I joked in between kisses. Toby laughed a little against my mouth and laid me down on the couch. We would've gone further, until we both heard Valerie's tiny footsteps going down the stairs.

Toby continued to kiss me as I got up, and he was completely oblivious to the fact that Valerie was coming downstairs. "Hey, Valerie!" I said. Toby backed away from me, acting as if we weren't just making out.

"Mommy, can you help me get ready for bed?" Valerie asked.

"Of course, sweetie." I said, getting up and kissing Toby one more time before making my way upstairs.