Pregnant Little Liars

Home of the Broken Hearted

One day later
*Toby's POV*

Spencer lays still and unconscious. She hasn't moved a muscle for days. I sit in the corner of the darkened room listening to the soft hum of the holter monitor beeping. The spectrum has stayed at the same rate the whole time. I fold my hands, lean forward, and rest my chin on my fists.  I glance at Spencer. Her eyelids are closed and her lashes droop down. Her lips are tightly pursed together. Her arm lays limp by her side. The cuts on her arm are evolving into fresh scar tissue that's beginning to form. I take her frail hand in mine, and press it against my cheek. Her hand is ice cold against my warm cheek. A single tear slides from the corner of my eye and drips onto her dark blue-black nail polish that is chipping away slowly. She's beautiful inside and out.

I reach my hand across her stomach and rub gently back and forth. My babies are still alive. They are going to be born in a few short months, and Spencer and I will be parents! The doctor is talking to a nurse outside of our room and I can barley make out their conversation. Their voices are low whispers.

I know what they are talking about, I just don't want to believe it. Spencer has been in the same condition for two days now. She hasn't moved at all or has shown any signs of improvement. She is slowly slipping away from the world, away from me, and into a dark and lonley coma. The doctors have no idea when she will wake up or how long her coma will last. I can only hope for the best.

Specer is my everything. Without her I'd be nothing. She gives me joy when I am depressed, comfort when I need it, and love that no one else can measure up to.

"please wake up." I whisper. My tears are still falling softly onto her gentle hand. As much as I want to, I can't hold them back. This is all my fault. Spencer doesn't deserve this, I do! I was the one that cheated on Spencer. I was the one that lied to her about going out with Emily, I was the one who made her run away, and made her feel so hopeless that she tried to take her own life. It's all my fault.

I imagine her waking up. Her eyes would flutter open revealing her beautiful chestnut brown eyes. Her lips would curl into a smile and her arms would hug tightly around me, pulling me closer to her. She would whisper "I love you" and her eyes would fill with tears. Then I would give her the wonderful news about our babies and she would be left speechless with tears of joy pouring down her cheeks. The color would return to her pale face and she would be happy again. I smile at the thought of it.

Then I close my eyes and imagine us in a few months from now when Spencer will give birth to our beautiful baby boys. We will sit in silence just staring at our beautiful creations. The smiles on our face are too wide and proud to explain. We will look eachother in the eye and lock lips in a slow, passionate, blissful kiss. Then we will lean down amd place a gentle kiss on the top of our baby boys' heads. We'll be so peaceful and calm, our little family of four. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with the people I love. Then I skip ahead and imagine us a few years from now, taking care of our twin boys. I see this beautiful vivid image of us in our new living room. I am wrestling and tickling the toddlers on the ground, and Spencer is laughing hysterically. Then I grab her by the arm and start to tickle her too! The laughs of the four of us are so joyful and happy. I smile to myself. I feel a sense of peace. I know that Spencer will wake up, and we will be able to meet and raise our little boys and provide a loving home for the both of them.

Five hours later

I hear a faint beeping sound in my head. The ongoing annoying sound will not go away. In fact it gets louder. I force myself to open my eyes. It feels as though my eyelids weigh a ton! I gradually start to wake up. I glance at clock. I've been asleep for five hours! Then I look at the holter monitor. The spectrum had changed drastically. I run into the hall and call for a doctor or a nurse. Three nurses and a doctor come running right away. They all crowd around Spencer and watch closely.

"What's going on?" I ask. The doctor turns to look at me.

"She's waking up." he replies. I rush to her bedside and watch as her breathing becomes a bit more normal. Her hand moves away from her stomach and falls limply next to her. Then, what I have been waiting and hoping for happens. Spencer's eyes flicker open revealing her chestnut brown eyes just as I had imagined. A small smile spreads across her face. I smile so big that the people in Africa could see it! Spencer lays silently, smiling up at me. Tears of happiness spring to my eyes.

"I love you!" I say wrapping her in a hug. Her face clouds over, and a look of realization hits. Her smile turns to a frown and her eyes narrow.

"I hate you." she says and turns away. I feel as though a thousand knives have pierced through my chest. My smile fades and the tears that were threatening to fall, release and drip onto the white bedsheets.

"But Spencer." I start. "I'm sorry for what I did to you. It's all my fault. I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!" I sob. Spencer's head is still turned away and she doesn't say anything.

"Please forgive me! Please give me another chance!" I plead. Spencer refuses to turn around.

"Spencer, we can grow old together! We can have a life together and raise our boys!" I say. Spencer turns around this time, giving me hope.

"Have you forgotten Toby?" she asks bitterly. "We lost our boys. They're gone! Why do you have to make things worse for me, pretending that our babies are still alive? Haven't you done enough already? I mean for god damn sakes Toby do you ever know when to stop?" I sit in silence, waiting for her to say more.

"Spencer, when you were unconscious Dr. Holbert came in with some amazing news." I say. "Our boys are still alive! The doctors were wrong! They are still alive inside of you! We can still be parents! You can still give birth to our little boys! We can raise them together! They can grow up and call us their parents! We can watch them learn and grow together! We can-"

"LIAR!" Spencer interrupts. "YOU ARE A FUCKING LIAR!" She screams.

"Spencer please!" I beg.

"ENOUGH! I WANT YOU TO GET OUT NOW!" she screams, her face turning red.

"Spencer!" I sob. "Spencer please I'm sorry! I really am but you have to believe me! Our boys are still alive!"

"SHUT UP!" Spencer screams. "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE NOW!"

Just then two security guards come rushing in.

"Spencer please!" I beg, sobbing hysterically. The guards grab my arms and pull me away from Spencer's bedside.

"No!" I scream. "You have to let me see her! Don't take me away from her! Don't!" I scream. The security guards ignore me and pull me out into the hall. Spencer is still screaming and kicking violently in her bed. The guards shut the door behind us and escort me out of the hospital, away from Spencer. It did not go at all as I had envisioned it to.

*Spencer's POV*

As soon as the security guards and Toby were out of sight, I collapsed into my bed and cried hysterically. Doctors and nurses crowd around me trying to calm me down.

"I want to die!" I sob. "I want to die! I don't want to be here! Let me die!" I cry. The nurses try to comfort me, but it's no use.

"She needs to be transferred to Radley Sanitarium." one of the doctors explains. I know exactly what's happening but I'm too upset to refuse. I just lay in the hard cold hospital bed and cry until there are no tears left.

Three hours later

I sit up in bed sitting as still as a statue. A nurse named Eddie Lamb is asking a whole bunch of questions. I don't say a word. My lips are glued shut, and my throat is raw and hard to speak from.

"Well Spencer, I will check in with you tomorrow. Maybe by that time you will feel like talking. Hit the button if you need anything." he says and hands me a cloth gown with big gray letters that spell out the epitome of hell: Radley, home of the broken hearted.

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-K