Taken (A Spoby/Pll Fanfiction)

Chapter 12: 5 Months

Spencer's POV:

*5 MONTHS LATER*

I sit on the bed, staring at my baby bump.  I'm only 5 months along, but you can really tell I'm pregnant. Wren hasn't helped me much, which means I still have to make dinner, do laundry, and kiss him whenever he feels like it.  This can't be good for the baby to be on my feet all the time.

Today is my 5 month appointment and we get to find out the gender of the baby.  I hope it's a girl, but Wren says I'm stupid and that it should be a boy.  Honestly, I'm kind of scared for the appointment. What if I'm having twins?  Or worse, triplets?  Oh my God, just the thought makes me almost pass out. 

I hear the unlocking of a door 30 minutes before I'm supposed to leave for the OBGYN appointment. Wren leasurely strolls in, not even caring that I have to be at the office in 30 minutes.

"WREN!  I'M GONNA BE LATE LET'S GO!" I yell.

He looks me dead in the eyes and slaps me.  I yelp and step back, tears starting to fall.

"Don't talk to me like that you worthless piece of crap," he says and opens the door, allowing me to walk out first.

I don't know why the heck he slapped me, because he's actually been kinda calm lately.  I knew it was too good to be true.  After allowing about 10 minutes for me to cool down, I break the suffocating silence.

"S-so... Have you thought of any n-names?" I ask, hoping he won't yell at me.

"No, Spencah, I haven't.  Just pick a name and I'll write it on the baby's birth certificate.  I don't care what the hell you name it, as long as it's not trashy," he says very shortly.

We pull into the parking lot and I walk into the office, heading straight for the room.  As usual, Wren waits outside the room.  I don't like him looking at my baby.  He doesn't deserve it.

The Dr. Wilson puts the cold gel on my tummy and I look up at the screen.

"Well Spencer, congratulations, you're having a baby girl!" she said excitedly.

I let out a sigh and give a small smile.  After we were done, I walked out of the room and handed Wren a picture of my baby girl.

"It's a girl," I say quickly and walk out of the office and into the parking lot, leaving Wren inside staring at the picture in awe.

I turn around and see that he hasn't moved.  I walk back inside and see that he's just staring at the picture with tears coming down his face.

"Spencah, I'll try to be a good fathah, and I'm sorry I haven't treated you the best.  I'm not promising anything, but I'll try to respect you a little more now," he says calmly.

"It's a little late for that, now isn't it?" I question harshly and storm out into the parking lot.

[( A/N: Ooh kill 'em Spencer!  Any ideas for baby girl names?  Let me know down below!  Hey that rhymed!  Lol!  Don't forget to comment and vote for the next chapter!  Kisses, -Amy )]