Somebody's Watching

Chapter 8

Lana made it to the end of her pregnancy, today is her due date. I check my cell phone and see a message from my old friend, Colson.
Hey ash, I'm in DC performing, can I come crash after the show?
Of course let me warn my boyfriend, so he doesn't shoot you.
Oh fuck Jacob he's a little bitch.
He's a piece of shit, no I dumped him, Spencer and I work together and we both pack heat.
All right, see you tonight. :)
I look at Spencer, we're in the bullpen right now, no new cases have been coming through lately.
"My friend, Colson, is gonna spend the night." He nods.
"Do I have to worry about anything between you two?" I shake my head.
"Nah, I'm not his type and he's not mine."
"What's your type huh?" I smirk at him. I perch my ass on the edge of his desk.
"You." He grins. "And he's into girls that are significantly darker skin tone than me." Spencer kisses me.
"Ha I knew it!" Morgan barks out startling me and making me jump half a foot off the ground.
"Ah fucking shit!" I land on my ass. Spencer suppresses a smile and helps me up. "Go ahead and laugh, see what happens to you tonight." I hiss.
"I'd love to see that." We head home from the office and I see Coulson standing at the door with his duffel bag.
"Thank god, I was getting sick of being cramped on the tour bus." He laughs out. I hug his six foot four frame.
"Yeah I know, I'm the only one with a guest bed long enough for you. How's your little girl?" I ask unlocking the door.
"She's fucking crazy." I look at him.
"Well, have you looked in the mirror." He gives me a confused look. "You're in a diss battle with Marshall fucking Mathers. Although he is being a little bitch about a tweet that you made six years ago." Coulson snorts. "Coulson, this is my boyfriend, Spencer. Spence this is Colson, my crazy guy friend." Coulson sticks his hand out for Spencer to shake, which of course he doesn't, given his germaphobia. We all sit on the couch eating pizza.
"So How come you and Jacob split up? Not that he was a good guy, I'm just fucken nosy."
"Well, he cheated on me, got Lana pregnant, killed our son, almost killed me and treated me like shit."
"Well I knew about the baby, remember he left you in the hospital all alone after you 'tried to kill yourself' and you told me. Remember you had to stop me from kicking his ass." I nod. I had eaten almost half the pizza, I was starving for some reason.
"Save some pizza for the rest of us, blondie." Coulson teases.
"Sorry, I'm starving, I think I forgot to eat today." That's where Spencer looks at me.
"No you ate lunch at the office, I remember you eating out of that lunch bag that Morgan hates."
"Morgan sounds hot but boring."
"Yeah and not your type, you don't usually go for dudes." Spencer starts laughing. Once we get up to our room I change into a pair of pajama pants and one of Spence's dr who T-shirt's. "Spence, have I gained weight?" He looks up from reading Sherlock Holmes for the eight-millionth time.
"That's a trick question, and I'm not going to start an argument by answering."
"Spencer, please, I wanna know it's not in my head." I look at him as I'm laying down. He lifts up the shirt slightly. Running his warm hand up my side to rest on my stomach.
"Doesn't feel like it, maybe you should see a doctor."
"I am."