Heat rushed over Spencer's body, shaking with rejection. She felt her stomach churn and burn, as she let out her morning breakfast into the toilet. She had to keep it together, she had to. She curled her hands into fists, willing herself to breathe. But she couldn't; her sobs ripping through her chest. How did this happen? Spencer couldn't remember ever feeling this sick. Her stomach felt empty, but she also felt hot and sweat was dripping down her forehead. She had to make a mental note to breathe, or else she was sure she would pass out. She hated feeling out of control, especially of herself. But, this was far more terrifying then the Adderall addiction that had split Spencer and Toby apart.

Spencer gathered herself off of the floor. As she began walking out of the bathroom, she saw herself in the mirror. Her face was pale and flustered, drained of any sign of life. She had bags under her eyes from crying all night. She flinched at her own reflection. If Toby saw her like this, she knew he would probably never leave her side again. But, he wasn't here right now, but he could show up. Toby had a habit for showing up when she needed him. With the Adderall, it had been her decision not to tell Toby, but he had shown up when Spencer was at the breaking point of it all. She remembered seeing him, and dread and guilt had filled her gut as she saw him smile at her like nothing else mattered. She remembered him teasing her to have dinner with him, a date; a date that she had missed due to her own selfish reasons. She regretted it all, and if she could take it back, she would. How she wanted just to be normal for one day.

But what she had found out a day ago would change her life forever.

When Spencer began feeling sick, she knew instantly, this was no side effect of the drugs. This wasn't the flu like symptom that was causing her to throw up constantly in the morning. She knew that for a fact. Then, she had odd cravings. Even worse from there, she was always emotional, almost crying for a third time in Mr. Fitz's class while reading Romeo and Juliet. She knew this was not herself. Hell, she hardly cried in public. She had to excuse herself from her friends at the brew when Spencer felt the sickening feeling in her stomach again, her throat burning.

When Spencer got home, she barely reached the sink. As she was bent over the sink, she shut her eyes, remembering exactly what got her here. And she knew, she absolutely knew, what was going on.

"No! There's no way you're bringing me on a date tonight!" Spencer laughed, pulling herself off of her bed. Toby was already picture perfect, in his white button up shirt and grey jeans, smelling of freshly applied cologne.

Toby was sitting on the bed with her. He laughed, and easily dragged Spencer back to his side.

She laughed as she fell back next to him, crossing her arms, and pouting at him. Toby smiled over her, mockingly. "Yes you are, even if I have to drag you out of your house."

Toby had come to visit Spencer at her house, and he let out a surprise that he was taking her on a date that night. But, had he hadn't known, that was the same night as her parent's big business dinner. It was a one night dinner where all the lawyers and their children met up to eat together, talk about boring old politics. Spencer had gone every single year. The other lawyers' children had short cut hair, always proper, and boring clothes, almost as boring as their personalities. Now, she knew she'd easily go on a date with Toby.

"Toby, it's the whole dinner-with-lawyers night. Can this dinner wait?" She begged. But Toby just shrugged, and pulled her closer. "No, it really can't wait. Come on, Hastings, put on the prettiest thing you have in your closet, and let's go!" Toby pushed himself off the bed, and confidently out of her room, closing the door as he went. "Love you!" He called out.

Spencer loved that Toby was full of surprises. But, she really was in denial. She hated when her parents were mad at her, and she knew these dinners were important to them. But, Toby was important to her.

Spencer whispered to herself, "Oh, what the hell," And pushed herself off the bed, walking over to her closet.

She opened the glass doors, and looked inside, slipping her hand past the different textures of clothing. She stopped her hand on a white skirt. She peered at it, and then looked over to a spaghetti string navy shirt with white rose pedals dancing along the shirt. She ripped both of the pieces off the hangers, and threw them on. She looked at her full body mirror, her hair long and wavy, and her makeup not out of touch. Her skin was glowing, and her legs were covered in the lotion, Paris Amour. She was nervous. She had never been on a date. Ever. But she was ready to do this. With Toby.

Spencer tried to reach behind her to zip her skirt, and then she decided to flip the skirt around, and zipped it up. She shoved the skirt back, and took a final glance in the mirror for imperfections. But she knew Toby would not care. He loved her for just who she was.

When she got downstairs, Toby was waiting at on the couch, and stood up when he saw her. She blushed at his wandering and curious eyes, and she saw his smile beginning to roll over his face. He walked over to her, handing her out his arm. She grabbed his arm, and he led her toward the door.

"You look beautiful, as always" Toby complimented. Spencer laughed. "You look very nice yourself Tobes"

From there, he lead her out to his truck, the sky was filled with glistening stars—

"Spencer?"

She was interrupted by the sound of a concerned voice. The voice that was husky, yet gentle and kind. The voice she had heard millions of times, on the phone, in person, over Skype. It was Toby.

She heard him knock on the bathroom door, gently, and then open it. She saw in the reflection of the mirror, he was wearing a maroon and black leather jacket, and a light gray shirt that buttoned up at the neck. His eyes were worried, looking at her blank expression. She was still looking at her reflection, tired gaze. Spencer looked down; she felt tears fill her eyes, rolling gently down her cheeks. Her arms were struggling to hold herself up. She instantly felt Toby's arms hold hers, as he pulled her to him in a bear hug. Spencer shook, and she felt her throat burn. "What's wrong, Spencer?" Toby whispered, rubbing her back with his fingertips. She drowned into his touch, closing her eyes, not being able to find the words to express her feelings. "I need to- to tell you something…" Spencer's voice drained out into Toby's chest. Toby froze for a few seconds, just holding her in his embrace. "Okay" Was all he said.

Spencer pulled away, walking to her bed, and sitting on the side. Toby joined her on the bed, and held her hand, which was shaking and cold in his. "Spencer, what is it?"

She didn't know how she ever got the words out. She was so shocked and scared; the words flowed out and didn't stop. But her heart was beating so fast, she forget to catch her breath.

"Do you remember…? Our date and… ummm, we..." She began, too embarrassed to finish. Toby nodded, knowing exactly what she was talking about. Images of that night flashed back across her mind.

The dinner.

The candles.

The kiss…

"God, Toby, this is beautiful!"

They were at Toby's loft. But, it didn't look like a loft anymore. It was decorated with candles and dim lights hanging from the ceiling. The couch was pushed back to have a fancy table with chairs for two. A large glass valve of wine was positioned on the table, and there was lasagna on two plates.

"Did you try to remake the dinner I screwed up?" Spencer asked, sarcastically. But, the words came out guiltier than jokingly. "Spencer, its fine. I think… I think it'd be better if we just, ha, try this again?" Toby said.Spencer nodded, and she walked over to the table. Toby was right behind her, and pulls her seat back. "Thank you" She says. Once she sits down on the seat, Toby easily pushes her forward, and then seats himself.

Spencer is now more than nervous, she was way beyond that point. Even the silverware was set up neatly, not one out of place, all aligned and straight. It was perfect. Not only because it was neat and exactly the way she liked it, but because Toby knew her so well to have the date at his place, cause he knew she hated being out in public with all of the new Alison drama. Ever since Alison came back, the whole town's attention went back on the five pretty little liars. She knew this for a fact. She hated being questioned by reporters, once, Toby and her were at the brew, getting coffee, and a swarm of reporters attacked not only her, but started throwing questions at Toby too, asking how he felt about Ali's return with all the things that went down with Toby being the one who had, "killed" Alison. But, now that she was back, at least everyone knew Toby never hurt anyone.

"Spencer?" Toby asked from across the table. Spencer had spaced out again. "Huh?"

Toby shook his head, smiling. "I was just asking you if you wanted some garlic bread." He was holding the basket of bread towards her, and she took it from him, mouthing, "Thank you" She set the bread on her plate, the aroma filling her nose. "It smells amazing Toby, really, this is perfect"

They ate in silence, throwing glances at each other every once and awhile. Sure, it was quiet, but Spencer liked it. She could hear the small candles blowing with the ever so often wind drift that went through Toby's loft, and she could hear a steady rain beginning outside. She could hear the sound of forks scrapping against plates, as she continued eating.

She looked at Toby, to find he was already looking at her. She smiled, blushing, and Toby smiled back. "Hold on, I have something to show you!" Toby got out of his seat, and ran to Spencer, grabbing her hand in his. "Come on, it's in my room," and with that, she followed him, leaving her empty plate behind.

They walked into his bedroom, and Spencer instantly saw Toby all around her. His bed with the gentle shade of a light blue/grey color, the pillows white. She remembered the one night she stayed here, and even though it wasn't a long time, she had still loved every second of it. She remembered smelling Toby's woodsy scent, and his light cologne that made him smell of boyfriend material. She remembered falling asleep on Toby.

In the right corner of his room, there was a large antique record player that Spencer had never seen before. "Toby, what is that?" She asked, leaning into Toby. "I built this. I love the sound that you get out of playing records. It's empowering really. The sound can be heard from every inch of the loft, but, what's odd, is that you can never hear it in the brew. So, I never get complaints like I had with my amps in my TV. But, it's not too nerdy right?" Spencer looked at him, smiling. "Toby, I love you. And your nerdy side" Toby smiled, kissing her cheek. He walked over to his record player, and pressed the small pick onto the record, and soothing music came playing out. It was the Aria Variation; Spencer thought it was the 39th. There piano music came swirling out, and surrounded them with this new sound. Spencer swayed her body slightly to the music, and Toby looked up from the record player, seeing her swaying brought a spark of pure love in Toby's heart. He saw her skirt sway this way and that as she closed her eyes, still swaying. Toby walked gently over to her, taking her hand into his. Spencer opened her eyes to him, as he pressed his other hand around her waist. Spencer wrapped her free hand behind Toby's neck.

"Are you trying to dance with me, Cavanaugh?" She laughed. Her laugh echoed in Toby's ears, his eyes coated with a look Spencer had never seen. This look was beyond love, beyond passion. It was something new to mankind. It wasn't lust, not admiration. It was infinities beyond that. It was like he was watching an angel. "Miss Hastings, it'd be my pleasure to have you dance with me." With the passion in his voice, Spencer pulled herself close to him, her body moving with his, as he steadily moved his feet to the left, then back, then to the right, then forward, then to the left, and so on. It was like nothing that had ever happened. Spencer closed her eyes, Toby leading her to the beat of the music. This was the first time they had ever really danced. Toby's hand around her small petit one felt strong. This touch was the kind that assured Spencer that he would never let her fall. That he would never let her go.

"I love you so much, Spencer." Toby whispered, his voice melting into the music that was swirling around them. "I love you too Toby."

She felt him press his hand tighter around her waist, pulling her to him in more of a hug than a dancing motion. But, then, he did the unpredictable. He pulled her away, and then twisted his arm above her, and she twirled, laughing, and then he leaned her back, her hair touching the floor, before pulling her back up to him. "Oh my gosh, I never knew you could dance like that!"

"Haha, I didn't know either, until now" He laughed. "You mean, you've never done any of this before?" She asked him. "Nah, I guess I never found the right person to dance with. Until now" He looked at her this time, and he paused. He looked at her, his hands still around her. "You're my girl. You'll always be my girl, there's never one second of any hour, of any day, of any month, that I spend not thinking about you. You're my world Spencer, you're my everything."

Spencer was sure she was crying by now. Way to go, Toby, getting into a girls heart strings like that. But she was so full of butterflies from the moment, she had to do something. So, she did.

She kissed him right on the lips, and her hands flew around Toby's neck. Toby didn't hesitate; he pulled her to him, hip to hip, as his hands travelled up his spine, prying away her shirt. Her shirt was no longer tucked into her skirt, and she could feel his hands wandering over her black laced bra.

Spencer began to unbutton his white button up shirt, popping each button open, revealing his sculpted and toned chest.

He pulled her up, his hands under her claves, as he leaned over her, pressing her gently onto his bed. He began kissing her cheek, then her neck, his hands travelling up her soft stomach, sending goosebumps down her body, and the only thought that went through her mind was that she loved him, and there was no way she would ever let him go either. He was her everything.

There was only silence in the room. Toby was still next to her, his eyes glued to Spencer's shaking hands, and in his eyes, there was guilt and sadness. That night had been the best night of her existence. So why did "this" have to ruin it?

"Spencer… What… what are you telling me?" Toby's voice was monotone, straight forward, but his eyes looked like they already knew the answer. "Toby, I'm- I'm—

But Spencer couldn't finish. She started crying, again, and she felt Toby quickly pull her into his chest, his strong arms providing protection from the world around her. She knew he knew what she was going to say. The one word that did change everything.

Toby knew this was going to change everything. Hell, as soon as everyone knew, she'd be a wreck. But he knew they were in this together, and he was never going to leave Spencer's side. There's no way he could ever bring himself to say anything right now. Here, holding her in his arms, all he could think about was the fact that there was another distinctive life form here in this room. It was because of them that this was happening. It was because of the love they shared. It was because they had made love that one rainy night. It was because Spencer was pregnant.

"God, Spencer…" Toby could only say her name before she cried even harder. She was shaking in his arms. They were stuck on their own island, and they had no idea how they were going to escape. "What are we going to do?" Spencer cried. Toby rubbed her back, but he could feel himself shake at the question. "Spencer, sweetheart, we're going to find a way out of this. We always do, it's going to be okay… I promise." Toby knew that wasn't a direct answer, but he knew that his words comforted Spencer. He saw her eyes close, and her breathing steadied. She loosened her grip on Toby's shirt, and then she just lied in his arms, breathing in and out, in and out.

Silence was the loudest sound the room that night, as the young couple just held each other. But who would've ever guessed that someone had heard and saw everything. They saw what happened, and now, they were ready to tell. The black hooded person peeled away from Spencer's house, and pressed in a call. After three rings, someone picked up. "Hello?"

"It's me. Toby knows. You have to make your move now if we're going to stop this" The hooded person hissed. "I know. Trust me; I'm not going to let them keep this to themselves." The person on the line promised back, their voice high pitched and scratchy.

"You know what you need to do" The hoodie whispered. "Yes. I do. Goodbye Wren" The person on the line said. "Goodbye." And then Wren hung up, running down the street, a demonic smile on his face as he stopped at a corner, writing in a new drug that he knew would end this all. All he had to do was sneak in Spencer's house and apply it to any drink…

To Be Continued.