Spencer's Point of View:
We sit around my kitchen island, my head gently resting on my hand as I attempt to ignore the throbbing headache from my earlier fall. Hanna slides me over some juice that I decline due to the insufferable amount of sugar I've already consumed.
"Spence, the doctor said you should keep trying to drink sugary things" Hanna reminds me, I shake my head, letting my eyes drop from the sun shinning through the kitchen window. "You should really eat something Spence."
"I get it, I'm just stressed. The thought of food makes me want to hurl." I remind her, taking the glass of water Emily hands me and chugging almost half of it.
"Spence that's not good enough, when you passed out I had no clue what to do," Aria reminds me with a frown, pushing the microwave meal closer to me to eat. I scrunch my nose and look away, the thought of the food repulsing to me. My head snaps up when the back door opens, revealing Toby dressed in his police uniform, a worried look etched across his face.
"Hey," He says addressing the girls before walking over to me, his hand going to my shoulder and squeezing gently." What happened are you okay?" He continues, I squeeze my eyes tighter, tensing my legs as the new wave of headache files through my forehead.
"Hey, we're gonna let you guys talk. We'll see you later okay?" Hanna says, I look up from my spot at the island watching them file out the door Toby came in through. Toby sits in the bar stool beside me, pulling me to face him and gently touching the small bruise forming on my forehead.
"Spencer, What happened?"
"I just hit my head," I respond, gently rubbing the sore spot. I try to hide my head again but Toby gently takes my chin in his, pulling my face closer to inspect the wound. "How'd you know anyway?" I question him. He rolls his eyes, gently tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear.
"My partner Mark asked me if my girlfriend was okay, seeing that all of them were the hospital. I was pretty worried considering I didn't know about this recent trip," He snaps, his tone growing sour by my lack of text when we went to the hospital. "And what happened to make you hit your head? I know Spencer Hastings don't simply trip" He pesters, wanting more information regarding what actually happened to get the cut on my forehead.
"I was sick, and I think that my blood pressure dropped and then I passed out and hit my head." I respond, sliding off the chair and walking over to the fridge to gain some space between us. I feel him shuffle behind me, shutting the fridge and stepping forward to cut off my barrier.
"You were sick?" He questions, bringing his hand up to touch my forehead. Bringing his hand away when it comes up normal. "Why where you sick? You don't feel hot?"
"Tobes, I'm fine. It's okay I promise," I tell him gently grabbing his biceps and shaking him gently. He frowns at me shaking his head walking back to the island when his phone dings. I turn back to the fridge pulling out a carton of Strawberries before turning around to see how downturned face, the furrow between his eye brows growing deeper as he looks down at his phone.
"Whats wrong?" I question , gently placing the strawberries on the counter and rounding the kitchen island to face him. "Tobe?" He gently slides his phone to me, not saying anything as he stares down at the island, refusing any eye contact with me.
Maybe you'll be a better dad than hers was, congrats daddy Kisses -A
"Spencer?" His voice is hard, almost angry as he stares up to me. His eyes search mine for an answer some sort of response to the -A message but come up with nothing.
"I'm sorry," I choke out. He closes his eyes, running his hands through hair shaking his head and looking down to the countertop. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know what to do." I ramble in an attempt to make this okay, but I know there is not amount of explanation that could fix this. " -A sent out a text and a box and we didn't know what to do," I choke out through my sobs.
"This is because of -A? And you didn't tell me!" He yells, He nearly knocks over the chair from how hard he gets up, putting his hands through his hair as he walks the length of the living room and back in stress.
"I didn't know what to do! I couldn't let you get hurt and if keeping this a secret would mean that you remain safe I was willing to risk it" I tell him. "I didn't know what else to do," I cried out. "You can leave, I'm not going to trap you I just wanted -A to-"
"Leave you," He said with a light laugh, shaking his head as he walks back over to me. A frown plastered across his face as he does. "You'd think I'd-? Jesus Spence, I'm not going to leave you," He tells me. He wraps his arm around my shoulders tugging me into his chest as he squeezes me gently. "I'm sorry, we'll get through this together I promise," he says as he rubs my back lightly with his hand.
"So can you tell me what really happened then?" He asks me, gently pushing me back from his embrace. I grab his hand, gently leading him over to the fireplace. I sit on the sofa, placing my legs up onto the ottoman, he smiles down to me as he unbuttons his police shirt and tossing it over the arm of the couch before sitting down beside me gently pulling me into his side.
"Aren't you suppose to be at work?" I question him, my hand wrapping around his in my lap. He kisses my forehead squeezing me to his chest.
"I'm done, Tanner let me leave 30 minutes early cause they saw you at the hospital," He responds. "Now, I want the whole story please," He demands, his tone although light was filled with annoyance.
"The whole thing," I ask him, he nods his head urging him to continue. "We got a message from -A saying that we needed to get pregnant within 3 months."
"Are you sure they meant this?" He questions me, his hands referring to my abdomen area.
"We thought we wrong and then -A hung a body in my door frame." I tell him. He shakes his head, tensing up the couch beside me as I refer to the thing he walked in almost 4 months ago. "And stupid stuff like bottles and diapers. -A reminded us this morning that it's been 3 months and they gave us pregnancy tests, we all took one and-"
"Wait who else is pregnant? What about Emily?" He questions me.
"Hanna and Aria, their tests were positive mine was negative. I freak out cause I thought -A was going to kill you," I continue to him. I tug on my fingers in anxiety not wanting to continue the story knowing it was still a touchy subject. "-A put your funeral program from last year in my locker, and said that it was going to make it actually happen this time."
"Spence," He whispers, moving to tug me into him but I move up, leaning my arms on my knees and dropping my face into my hands. "Hey, I'm okay," He continues. He rubs my shoulder and gently kissing my shoulder blade.
"I just- I couldn't," I try to explain but am at a lost for words. I hear Toby whisper my name gently kissing me again on the shoulder and waiting for me to say something. "It was in my locker, with a threat written on it. I was sick, I guess everything like piled up and I just couldn't hold it in anymore. I got dizzy after I was sick and hit my head."
"Spence," He mutters again, pulling me to his side. I rest my head at the nape of his neck, he gives me a kiss on the head gently rubbing my arm in comfort. "I'm not going anywhere, I'll be here, I'll never leave I promise." I sigh into his chest as he gives me another kiss on the head. "What did the doctor say, is it all okay?"
" Ya, I'm okay. They confirmed the pregnancy, and just told me I need to calm down or it will keep happening," I conclude to him. He frowns gently in response, his lips coming up to kiss my gently on the mouth as I stare up to him.
"How far along are you?" He asks me, choosing to ignore what we already knew even before the pregnancy; My stress is horrific and concerning most of the time -A has only made it worse.
"6 weeks," I tell him, he smiles into my hair squeezing me more into his side. His hand wrapping around my waist enough to gently touch my stomach.
"Spence, I'm sorry you can't feel safe," He tells me. "I should've been there, I'm sorry you had to do this alone. It's not fair."
"Tobe, you didn't know," I tell him. "It's not your fault it's -As" I say with a roll of my eyes. I lean more into him, turning about to lay onto my side into him, gently placing my leg over his and wrapping my arm arounds his waist, leaning up on his shoulder to look at him, he stares back to me, a small smile on my face and kissing me gently on the face.
