Spencer paced up and down her room, holding the long, narrow, rectangular object in her hand. It had the word 'pregnant' on the digital screen. She took a few more minutes to pace the room before sitting down on her bed and once again, staring at the word 'pregnant'. It couldn't be true, could it – the goody-two-shoes, Spencer Hastings, pregnant? No… Surely it was some sort of mistake? She rose from her bed and walked back into the bathroom, where a second set of pregnancy tests lay, untouched, though not for long…

She sat back down on her bed and took deep breaths – not that it helped…

5 minutes later, she walked back into the bathroom, dreading the worst. She slowly picked up all 4 tests that she had used and looked at the screen.

"Not Pregnant." She let out a sigh of relief.

Her heart dropped when she saw the next… and the next… and the next…

"Pregnant"

"Pregnant"

"Pregnant"

Hanna desperately dug around for her credit card as her phone rang.

"Hello?" she answered, irritated with the person.

"Hanna, it's me."

"Aria, what is it?" Hanna asked, using her shoulder to support the mobile as both her hands continued to throw things around.

"You wanna hit the mall later?" The brunette asked.

"Um, I'm not too sure. I can't find my credit card…" The blond replied, going crazier by the minute.

"Wow, Hanna Marin declines an invitation to the mall? This should be the headline of tomorrow's papers…" Aria muttered, teasing her friend.

"Shut up," Hanna laughed along, relaxing for a minute.

"Call me if your mind changes. Cheers," Aria finished and waited for a reply.

"Sure. Bye."

"Mom? Mom!" Hanna called her mother as she walked down the stairs. She saw her mother in the kitchen.

"What is it, sweetie?" Ashley looked up from her documents.

"Have you seen my credit card?"

"Oh yea, I forgot to tell you – I used it earlier to buy some groceries, I hope you don't mind."

"Oh yea, sure, of course I don't mind the fact that you used my credit card! I've been tearing my room apart for it!" Hanna said, thick on sarcasm.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't find you earlier…" Ashley frowned and went back to staring at her paper work.

"Uhg, it's fine. Is it okay if Aria and I hit the mall later?"

"Hanna… what more could you possibly want to buy? You know we're tight on budget…"

"I know, mom, but I promise I won't use a lot… $200 max, please?" Hanna gave her mother the puppy eyes.

"Oh alright, I suppose. But your curfew is 11, Hanna. Wait… school night… Oh, just be home by 11, will you?" It was Ashley's turn to plead her daughter.

"Sure mom, no prob," Hanna said, as she turned back to go her room.

"What am I going to do?" Spencer whispered to herself, as tears began to fall. Just then, she heard a knock at the door. She bolted from her bed to the bathroom, wrapped all the tests in a towel, wiped her face and sat back down on her bed.

"Come in," she tried her best not to sound croaky.

"Honey, your father and I are going to the country club for lunch with your sister. Would you like to come?" The lawyer asked, dressed in a suit, like always.

"No, thanks, Mom. I need to finish off some homework and get started on an essay…" Spencer tried hard not to look into her mother's eyes in case she started crying again.

"You gotta take things easy, darling… But alright. Do you want me to get you some take-away, then?"

Spencer thought about it for a moment. She really liked to eat, and if she said 'no' to this too, she knew she mother would smell a rat.

"Yes, please," she finally said and forced a smile.

"Alright sweetie. We'll be back in about 3 hours. Love you."

"Bye, love you too, Mom."

Spencer sighed a sigh of relief as she dropped on her bed and stared at the ceiling. How was she going to cope with this? How was she going to break the news to her parents and family? Once again, she sighed and thought it would be best to tell her friends first because they would be the most supportive.

Tuesday morning, Rosewood High

"Hey," Spencer greeted the girls as she sat down with her lunch at their table.

"Hi," all the other girls said in unison.

"Whoa, Spence, eating all that?" Hanna asked, staring at Spencer's plate which consisted of… let's just say a lot of things.

"Yea. Problem?" Spencer shot back. She felt so guilty of not telling her friends why she needed to eat so much, but she had already decided that she wasn't ready… just yet…

"No… not at all…" Hanna said, looking at Spencer a little suspiciously before getting back to her food.

"So, you guys wanna sleep over tonight?" Emily asked her friends.

"School night?" Aria asked.

"So?" Hanna said. "Count me in."

"Spencer?" Hanna looked at her.

"Um, sure. Of course."

"So Aria, you coming or not?" Emily asked the shortest brunette.

"I suppose I'll miss out on the fun. Yea, I'll be there."

"Great, bring clothes for school tomorrow. Oh, I need to get to the locker rooms and change. I'll only be back later this afternoon," finished Emily, standing up from her seat and picking up her tray.

"Swim match?" Spencer asked.

"Yea. See you all later!"

Spencer finished packing an overnight bag for herself and lay down on her bed. Going to a sleepover meant a 60% chance of getting caught. And how was she going to tell Toby? A tear slipped down her cheek, sideways, and she quickly wiped it away. Man, she didn't like the fact that she was so emotional nowadays.

She went outside and put her car to drive. Just as she reversed out of the driveway, she got a text from Hanna.

Hanna: Hey, can you pick up me and Aria? We decided that we don't want 3 cars in poor Em's driveway…

Spencer: Sure, I'm on my way.

Hanna: Thanks!

Spencer tossed her phone next to her in a passenger's seat and changed directions to go to Aria's house first, since it was the closest.

"G'night. I'll wake you guys up at six." Emily got onto her bed.

"Yea. Night."

5:30am, Sleepover

Spencer woke up with a funny feeling in her stomach. Oh, shit, it was morning sickness. She ran to the bathroom and clumsily closed the door behind her before puking her guts out.

"Ewww… really… on the morning I have a sleepover I start morning sickness… for shit's sake…" she muttered to herself and flushed the toilet. She decided to take a few minutes in that position to calm her now-empty-stomach. Just then, the bathroom door opened.

"Spencer?" The blonde said groggily.

"Um, Hanna. Why are you up?" Spencer managed not to stutter.

"Move over, I gotta pee… hurry!" Hanna said, rubbing her eyes. Spencer obediently moved over and was on her way to the door, when…

"Spence… why did you throw up?" Hanna asked.

"Umm… bad food?" It came out more as a question.

"No… I'm fine, and so are the other girls… Don't tell me…" Hanna started in a disbelieving voice.

"Shh. I don't know what you're talking about…" Spencer kept no eye contact whatsoever.

"No…" Hanna whispered. "You are, aren't you?"

"Hanna-"

"Save it, Spence. Answer the question. Are you?" she questioned.

"Yes…" Spencer was barely audible, but Hanna understood by the tears that were forming in the brunette's eyes.

"Please don't say anything to anyone…" Spencer chocked out.

"Um… sure… Aw, you poor thing…" Hanna hugged Spencer tightly. "I'll always help you, Spence…"

"Thanks, Han. It means a lot. It really does…"