The finale chapter.

Six months later

Blazing rays borrowed down on the two story house. Toby was outside up on the roof hammering a nail down. He reached for another nail out of the little white and black box, when a car pulled up in the driveway. Toby stopped what he was doing and looked up. Spencer hopped out of the driver's seat and he could see her grinning from ear to ear. He used the back of his hand to wipe the sweat of his forehead.

"Toby can you come down here for a second?"

"One second."

Toby climbed down the ladder and jumped from the third step. He wiped his brow again then wiped his hands on a cloth. After he took off his safety goggles, he gave all of his attention to Spencer.

"What's going on."

Spencer smiled and held up a piece of paper, "look what came in the mail today."

Toby got a closer look and smiled at her. "Is this for real?"

"Yes," she bounced on her feet. "I got a call from them too and they want us to come to the center to meet him."

"Oh my god, Spencer! This is great. We're adopting a baby!" He brought his arms around her and pulled her in for a big hug.

"I can't wait to met him," she mumbled against his bare shoulder.

Since Toby had been working out in the sun, he took his shirt off an hour ago. Now, his skin feels hot and sunkissed. Spencer held on to Toby's shoulders and looked at him lovingly.

"I can't believe we're finally going to be parents."

"Me too. I'm so excited. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Look, I'd love to come home now and celebrate, but I gotta finish the roof before sunset," he said.

"I understand," she took a step back. "We'll celebrate when you come home tonight," she said with a mysterious grin.

"And I'm totally looking forward to it."

Spencer turned her attention to the house behind him, "so how are you coming on this place?"

"Really well. I almost have the roof done. I'd say we'll have the outside down by next Tuesday. How are you and the wife coming with the inside?"

"We're doing good," Spencer said. "She really likes my eye for design and wants to give my name to some of her friend that she knows. She told me one of her friends is looking at redoing her outdoor deck space."

"Wow," Toby smirked. "Look at you working girl."

"And I love every minute of it," she stepped up on her tiptoes to kiss him. "I'll see you later tonight."

"See you then." He said then kissed her again.

Toby stayed until 4 o'clock and got the rooftop done. When he got home, Spencer was just getting started on dinner. While she was getting dinner ready, he went to take a shower. At 6:15. Toby came into the kitchen wearing a navy blue shirt and gray sweatpants. Spencer was chopping up stuff for a salad.

"Anything that I can help with?" Toby asked.

"I'm almost done with the salad. Could you set the table?"

"Sure."

For dinner, Spencer made a spinach chicken salad with lemon dressing. Spencer took out a bottle of wine and filled two glasses half way. During dinner, they talked about their lives and what they've heard from their friends.

"Aria emailed me last week. Things between her and Ezra aren't going so hot," Spencer said.

Toby leaned back in his chair, "really? I thought after everything, they'd get married."

She shrugged, "I guess not. I don't know the full details, but Aria told me not to expect a wedding invite anytime soon."

"Wow," Toby sat there trying to process the whole thing. "How are Hanna and Caleb doing?"

"They're doing fine. Hanna says that Jordan is doing good. She's happy and healthy, but Hanna and Caleb miss what sleep was like."

Toby chuckled, "so, Jordan's keeping them on their feet. That's good. You know, we haven't really seen them since Jordan was born."

"Yeah, you're right," Spencer leaned forward and rested her chin on her hand. "Maybe we should plan a time to meet up with them. Not just those three, but everyone else too. You know Aria, Emily, Alison, and Ezra if he's up to it."

"Yeah, I agree, but when? They've all got their own lives now."

"We're meeting our son for the first time this weekend. Maybe after we get him all settled in, we could invite them to meet him. I know the girls are going to want to know who we'll pick to be the child's godmother."

"Pretty and smart," Toby teased. "I like it."

She smirked and said, "well, that's why you married me, right?"

He smiled and nodded, "right."

Toby did the dishes that night while Spencer sat at her laptop looking up parenting tips. While she was searching, she came across an article titled 21 Ways You Could Possible Be The Worst Parent. Just reading the headline made her worry. What if she turns out to be a terrible mother? What if she's not cut out to be a mother? Spencer read another article that was written from a teens view. They titled it 10 Reasons Why My Parents Suck.

What if she turns into that kind of parent. The type her child grows to hate. Spencer didn't always like her parents. They weren't always the hugs, kisses, and sweet love kind of parents. They taught Spencer and her sister using tough love. They would push you in the water and tell you to figure out how to swim on your own or fail and drown. Spencer vowed when she was younger that she would never do that to her own children, but how can she be sure? Who knows what kind of parent she may turn out to be? She could turn out to be the best mother or the worse mother.

Spencer spent her whole shower thinking about it. She only realized how long she stood in the shower when she hot water ran cold. She turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a big, fluffy white towel around herself. She then took a smaller white towel and tied it around her hair to make a towel hat. Spencer walked over to the mirror and wiped the steam away to look at her reflection in the mirror.

"Spence."

Toby knocked on the bathroom door which startled her a little bit. She cleared her throat and answered.

"Yeah?"

"Is it okay if I come in?"

"Um, yeah," she ran her hands down her face and sniffled. "Yeah, it's alright to come in."

The door opened and Toby walked in wearing tan sweat pants and a white tank top. He walked in and noticed how Spencer adverted his eyes.

"Is everything alright?" He asked while opening the cabinet to grab his razor.

She turned her head even further away from him, "everythings fine."

"Hey."

Toby set his razor on the side of the sink and stopped the water from running. Before she could moved he cupped her face, tilting her head up. He rubbed his thumb against her cheek and looked her over.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong," she forced a smile. "I just got shampoo in my eyes while taking a shower and I guess there a little irritated."

He looked at her like he didn't believe her but dropped it. He removed his hand and took step away.

"Alright, well I'm going to shave, so I'll be right in the bedroom in about fifteen minutes."

"Aw, you don't need to shave," she said, cupping his cheeks and rubbing her thumbs over his chin. "I kind of like a little stubble."

"Yeah, but it will make me look nice and professional when we go meet our social worker and our child tomorrow."

She dropped her hands and sighed, "you're right I guess."

He pecked her lips and smiled, "don't pout. It will grow back and I promise, to let it grow until I look like Ryan Gosling in the Notebook."

"Aw," she looped her arms over his shoulders and stepped closer to him. She brushed her lips against his for a brief moments before saying, "you always know what I want."

"Spencer, I've known you for close to eight years now." He smirked at her, "French wasn't the only thing I learned from you. I managed to pick up a few things about you along the way."

"Avoir bon élève aide à un bon professeur," Spencer said.

"Je t`aime."

"Je t`aime assui."

They smiled at one another and leaned in for a soft kiss. Toby let Spencer go and allowed her to get dressed in the bedroom. Once she left, his face fell. He turned towards the mirror and looked at himself. Could Spencer tell how nervous he is? Does she know how scared he is about raising a child? Does she knows how scared he is about being a horrible father? Does she know he's worried he might screw up this child's life? Toby wants to be a father. He really wants to adopt this baby. What if he doesn't turn out to be the idle father this kid deserves? What if he turns out to be the world's worst dad? He's just so afraid he's going to ruin this child's life. Maybe that child would be better off with a different father. He has all these worries and he can't bring himself to tell Spencer. She's obviously excited about the whole thing. If he told her his fears, she'd get upset. That's the last thing he wants to do. Spencer's been through a lot. She deserves this. Spencer wants to adopt this baby and dammit, Toby's not about to get in her way of doing so.

He flipped the light switch off in the bathroom and entered their bedroom. Spencer was seated on the bed rubbing rose scented lotion on her arms and legs. He felt his mouth water just looking at those legs of hers. It's no secret that Spencer has very nice legs. They got along with her nice body. Spencer has always been appeared gorgeous to him. Even before they were together, or even before they were friends, Toby thought Spencer was one of the prettiest girls he's ever seen.

"Hey," she caught him staring and set her lotion aside. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing," he shrugged. "I was just… Thinking about the first time I ever saw you. Well, maybe not the first time. The first time I saw you was first grade when both of our mothers went to that bible study."

Spencer couldn't help but laugh, "my mother only went once and said that was enough. Something about not being able to listening to all the other moms gossiping about what was going on with the other local families in Rosewood."

"Yeah, I remember," Toby took a seat on the bed. " Mr. Miller was cheating on his wife with the middle school librarian."

"That's some juicy stuff to talk about in a bible study group. My mother kept getting annoyed and I never knew why. Now that I'm older, I realize she was only worried what the town would say about our family once they found out about my dad, Ms. Dilaurentis, and Jason."

"Yeah," he said softly. "I also remember you wore a blue ribbon in your hair."

"What?"

"At the study group," he started stroking her hair. "Your hair was held together with a nice blue ribbon."

"I-I don't remember that," she said, but her redden cheeks told him a different story. She did remember she just didn't want to admit it. It was true. When Spencer was a little girl, she used to wear ribbons in her hair. Her mother told her they looked cute, but looking back now, Spencer's embarrassed. She cannot believe her parents allowed her to walk off to school with those ribbons in her hair.

"They were cute," he said. "I thought the blue ribbons really went with your brown hair."

"Stop," she hid her face.

He smiled, "what? It was cute. Little Spencer walking around school with blue ribbons in her hair."

She dropped her hands and gave a pouty look, "don't mock my childish ways."

"Fine," he leaned into kiss her and stopped.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I don't know. Just something about kissing you after talking about you being a little girl with ribbons."

"Oh," she smirked. She pressed a hand against his chest and pushed him back against the pillows on the bed. She climbed over him so she straddled his waist. Her hands immediately went to his face and her eyes met his.

"I can assure you," she started unbuttoning his shirt and spoke in a low raspy voice. "That I am not a little girl anymore."

Toby leaned forward and kissed her hard on the lips. Spencer finished removing his shirt and wrapped her arms around his neck. She giggled when Toby took her into his arms and rolled them over so he was on top.

Way after midnight, the pale moonlight made a glow off of their bare skin. Spencer lied on her side with Toby's arm wrapped over her waist. Toby was also on his side and they were facing each other. The arm that wasn't over her waist was tangled up with one of her arms that are both lying over her chest.

"Spencer."

"Hmm?" Spencer titled her head up to meet his eyes.

"You lied to me earlier." When she didn't seem to understand what he meant, he continued. "You told me you were fine, but I know you're not. I could tell by the look on your face something was wrong. And you're getting that same look right now."

Spencer sat up in the bed and pulled the white sheet around her bare chest. Toby sat up too.

"Alright, I guess I'm just nervous about adopting this baby. I still want to, but I'm also really worried."

Toby sighed, "I'm not the only one nervous about this."

"What?" She looked at him. "You're scared too?"

"Of course I'm scared. We're about to raise a child. Tha-that's a lot of pressure to put on two people. I'm excited about adopting our son, but I'm also scared. I'm worried I'll just screw up the kids life."

"Toby," She titled her head. "There is no way that you could ever screw up this kids life. You're going to be a great dad. You'll teach him how to throw a ball. You'll teach him how to walk and talk. You'll teach him all those things. You can teach him how to build a birdhouse. You're going to be the best dad this world has ever seen."

He smiled, "thank you. I don't know if I'll be the best dad this world has ever seen, but I know I'm going to try my best to be a good one to our child."

"The only parent this child's going to have to worry about is me."

"Spence, you know that's not true. Didn't you just get done telling me that I'm going to be a good parent?"

"Yeah, I was speaking the truth. But me? I'm not so sure. You know that I didn't grow up in the nicest house hold. You know people do say your parent's parenting tips can rub off on you while raising your own children. What if I turn out to be just like my mother or worse, my father?"

"You're nothing like your parents. The only thing you have in common with your mother is your strength, wisdom, and wit. Other than that, you're nothing like them. And you know, your mom turned out to be okay."

"Yeah, I guess. But growing up things were hard for me. I was always compared to my sister about everything. No matter what I did or no matter how hard I tried, it was never enough. I could beat Melissa and I'd still be seen as a second place. I just got tired of being a second choice to everyone."

"Hey," Toby put his arm around her. "You know you're not a second choice to me."

"I know. I just don't want our son to grow up the way I did."

"Or the way I did," Toby said, looking down. "Without a mother."

"Don't even go there. This child's not going to grow up without a mother or a father."

"I hope not."

She touched his face, "we shouldn't worry about that. This baby is going to grow up with two parents who love him and will be here for him no matter what."

"You're right," Toby played with a strain of her hair. "We should worry. We better get to sleep. We're meeting our son tomorrow."

"I know," Spencer grinned. "I can't wait."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

The next day, Toby and Spencer pulled up into the parking lot of a building that looked like a prep school. Spencer stepped out of the car and smoothed her black skirt. Toby circled around to her side and asked if she was ready. When she nodded, he laced their fingers together and walked towards the large, wooden double doors.

When walking inside, the first thing you see is a lobby area with a little cupid fountain in the middle of the room. There were several chairs set up against the walls. One young couple was seated in the waiting room. The girl was reading a magazine and the guy was scrolling through something on his phone. They both looked rather professional. The girl had her blonde hair up in a bun and she was dressed in a dark gray pant suit. One of her legs was crossed over the other. The man, who Spencer guest was her husband, sat beside her wearing a gray suit and tie. They reminded Spencer a little bit of her own parents.

They passed the middle aged couple sitting down and turned down the hall. At the end of the short hallway, there was a wooden desk with a light gray-haired lady sitting behind it. Toby walked up to the desk and faked a cough to get her attention. The lady looked up and looked at them with her soft, pale blue eyes.

"May I help you?" Her voice made her sound younger than she looked.

"Uh, hi," Toby spoke. "I'm Toby Cavanaugh and this is my wife, Spencer." Spencer almost wanted to smile when he said that. She loved it when Toby referred to her as his wife.

"We're here to pick up our son," Spencer added. "We got a call the other day that said we were chosen to adopt."

"Yes," the lady interrupted her. "I know why you're here."

She pressed a button on her desk and spoke into the speaker, "Mr. Collins."

"Yes, Bridget?" Collins answered.

"The young couple the Cavanaughs have arrived."

"Great. Send them in."

She released the button and gave them a knob of approval to pass through the door. They entered another hallway and walked just a few feet before meeting a man with short black hair, wearing a dark suit with a red tie and clear green eyes. He greeted them both with a firm handshake and invited them inside.

"We apologize for the long wait on getting back to you," he said once they sat down. "We were able to find you a match. This actually went quicker than expected. A young mother gave birth to a baby boy a few weeks ago. She got pregnant at the age of fifteen and can't take care of him. This is a closed adoption. Meaning you won't have any contact with the parents and they won't contact you. That also means, the information about the birth mother is confidential. Do you understand and accept these terms?"

"Yes," the both said.

"Okay," Mr. Collins smiled. "Are you ready to meet your son?"

Toby nodded and Spencer smiled, "more than anything."

Collins pressed a button and told someone to bring the baby boy in. Two minutes later, a young woman with soft brown hair and chestnut eyes came in holding a blue and white baby carrier. Spencer turned around and her heart stopped when she saw the little baby boy wiggling around in a white blanket and blue hat. His skin was a slight tan color and his nose was pinched up making it look tiny. His almond shaped eyes were squeezed shut and his little fingers were sticking between his peach colored lips. Spencer's heart immediately went out to him.

"This is your son," Collins said. "The mother didn't leave a name for him or a request for one she liked, so we he's a John Doe for now. Do you have a name picked out for him?"

Spencer reached for the baby boy and held him safely in her arms. She gently bounced him up and down, and smiled when his tiny hand wrapped around her finger. Toby looked over and immediately fell in love with him. The baby's eyes fluttered open a bit and Spencer could see his hazel eyes peeking out. Her own eyes began to water as she kissed his little hand. She looked at Toby.

"What do you think we should name him? We talked about some names and decided to go with what we feel he looks like. What do you think? Does he look like a John?"

"I don't think so," Toby said, rubbing the baby's small head. "He looks more like a Landon."

"Landon," Spencer light up at the name. "I love it." She looked back at the baby boy. "Landon Tobias Cavanaugh."

"Landon Tobias?" Toby questioned.

"Yeah," she smiled. "Don't you think it has a nice ring to it?"

Toby smiled and said, "I think it has a lovely ring to it."

"If you don't mind, I'd like you guys to fill out your childs form and put your signatures down at the bottom," Collins said.

They each filled out the form and wrote the baby's name across the top line. After filling out the form, Mr. Collins tucked it away in his folded and smiled at them.

"We will mail you a copy of this form in the next three to four business days. Please remember for the first two or three years, we will be checking up on you to see how things are going. Thank you for choosing this adoption agency and congratulations on adopting your son, Landon Tobias Cavanaugh."

Two months later

Ding dong.

"Spencer, Toby, somebody answer the dang door already," Hanna's voice yelled from the outside. Spencer was seated on the couch trying to calm Landon down during one of his temper tantrums. He just woke up from his nap and he's still a little cranky. He's probably just hungry. Spencer was getting ready to feed him when Hanna started ringing the doorbell repeatedly

"Toby!" Spencer called out. "Babe, where are you?"

"I'm in the shower!" He answered.

Spencer groaned, getting off the couch with Landon in her arms. She opens the door and Hanna comes barreling inside with her pink umbrella. Caleb walked in behind her holding Jordan's baby carrier.

"God, it's about time you answered the door," Hanna gripped. "It's raining cats and dogs out there! Don't even think about pointing out how messy my hair looks."

"I wasn't going to say anything," Spencer said.

The door shut behind them. They all made their towards the living room. Hanna and Caleb took a seat on the couch while Spencer just stood with Landon.

"You two are early," Spencer commented.

"No we're not," Hanna said.

She checked her watch and nodded, "we said to show up at 5 o'clock it's 4:15."

"Oh, so we're a little bit early," Hanna waved her off. "What are you busy doing anyway?"

"Oh, well I was going to get Landon a bottle to feed him. He's a bit cranky now and feeding him usually helps."

"Eeep!" Hanna screamed and shot up from the couch. "Landon! Oh my god!"

Hanna ran over to where Spencer stood. She looked at Landon and let out a loud aw sound.

"He's even cuter in person than in the pictures you sent us."

"I know," Spencer smiled. "It's been two months and I've been in love since the second I laid eyes on him."

"He's adorable," Hanna mused. "Can I hold him?"

"Sure," Spencer nodded. "Be careful though. Sometimes it's hard for him to keep still."

Hanna put her arms out and Spencer slowly, and carefully handed him over to her. Hanna balanced Landon in her arms and smiled at the baby boy.

"Hi there. I'm your auntie Hanna. I'm going to be your favorite aunt because I'm going to spoil you by buying you cute outfits."

"Please don't turn my baby into a dress up doll, Hanna," Toby said right as he entered the room.

"Ooh," Hanna rolled her eyes and got back to playing with Landon.

Toby walked over to stand by Spencer who was about to head to the kitchen. She stopped when she saw her handsome husband standing there. He wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her close, kissing her cheek.

"Mhm," Spencer smiled, kissing his cheek in return. "You smell good. Actually, you smell really good. Like…" She paused to sniff his hair.

"Oh my god," she grinned at him. "Did you use my coconut scented shampoo?"

"Well, I forgot to get some more of my own shampoo and it makes my hair feel soft," Toby said, only half embarrassed.

Spencer ran her fingers through his hair and nodded, "wow, that is some really soft hair."

The doorbell rang again. Spencer asked Toby to get Landon a bottle while she answered the door. Toby did what was told. Spencer opened the door and Alison and Emily were there smiling at her.

"Hey you guys!" Spencer exclaimed.

"I hope you don't mind Spencer, but we brought a third party along with us," Emily said.

Spencer waited a second before a little girl who looked to be about four or five stepped up on the front porch. Alison reached for the little girl and moved her right in front of Emily and herself. The girl had softy, straight dirty blonde hair and soft blue eyes. She wore a pink shirt with a sunflower on it and white pants. This girl seemed familiar to Spencer.

"This is our daughter, Lily," Alison said.

Lily. That's when the name hit her. Spencer's met this little girl before. She met her back when she volunteered at the orphanage in Rosewood. Lily lived there waiting to be adopted by a loving family. It was only fitting that Alison and Emily were the ones to adopt her.

"You two adopted a child."

"Yeah," Emily beamed. "Isn't that great. And before you ask, yes, Alison and I got married."

"What?" Spencer replied in shock. "When?"

"Let us inside and we'll tell you our whole story," Alison said.

Spencer moved herself out of the way and allowed the three of them to enter. She gave Lily a big hug before letting her go to sit with her mother's. Hanna said hello to the three of them and moved to give them room on the couch. Toby was seated in the rocking chair with Landon feeding him a bottle.

"When did you two decide to adopt a child?" Hanna asked.

"A month before we got married," Emily said.

"Wait, you're married?" Hanna questioned.

"Yes," Alison showed off her diamond ring and Emily showed Spencer her ring. They both wore matching diamond rings.

"When did this happen?" Spencer asked.

"Well," Alison turned to Emily with a smile. "We got married in early August. Emily and I were in our apartment watching movies when the subject about children came up. She confessed that growing up, she dreamed about having children. I've never thought much about it, but over the following week, I started to like the idea. I went to Emily and told her that we should get married."

"And at first, I thought Ali was crazy. Then, I realized how much I loved her and she loved me. We took a trip to Paris, hired somebody to marry us, and we came back married. It was a very sweet wedding and the honeymoon was even sweeter, if you know what I mean," Emily winked.

"TMI, Em," Hanna said.

"Anyway," Alison picked up where Emily left off. "A few weeks later, we looked at adopting a child when Emily remembered Spencer meeting Lily in Rosewood. We took a trip to the place and saw that Lily was still up for adoption so we adopted her."

"So, you guys have had Lily since about early September?" Spencer asked.

"Yeah," Alison said.

"How come you never told us you two were married?" Hanna asked.

"We wanted it to be a surprise," Alison said.

"Yeah, and since Spencer and Toby invited us to met Landon, we thought it would be the perfect time to tell you about Lily," Emily added. "I hope you guys aren't mad at us for keeping this a secret for so long.

Spencer titled her head and smiled at them, "no, of course we're not mad. We're just sorry we missed the wedding. It imagine it was beautiful."

"It was," Emily said. "There were white flowers and lights everywhere. It was so beautiful. We took pictures if you guys want to see them."

"Yeah," Spencer and Hanna both said.

Aria showed up to the Cavanaugh's house just when Emily was getting the pictures out of her bag. She came in and sat on the chair next to the lamp. Alison told Aria what she confessed to everyone else. Aria was thrilled by the news and begged Emily to show off the pictures. They showed one of Emily and Alison standing together wearing their lace white dresses. There's another with Emily putting a ring on Alison's finger and one of Alison putting a ring on Emily's finger. Everybody awed at the picture of them kissing. The last few photos were the two of them posing and kissing cheeks.

"You guys look so beautiful," Aria said. "I mean girls, I guess." Emily and Alison laughed.

"The ceremony would've been better if you guys were there," Emily said.

"They probably couldn't just drop everything to attend our wedding in Paris," Alison.

"No," Hanna agreed. "But we sure as hell would've tried."

"Okay," Aria clapped her hands together twice. "Now that we've caught up with Emison and their beautiful little girl, I want to meet my nephew."

Spencer smiled and reached for Landon when Toby handed him to her. She turned him around so they all could see him. The girls smiled and fawned over the six-month-old baby boy.

"God, I swear Spence. Even though he's not your biological son, he so has your eyes," Hanna said. Spencer smiled at that.

"The first night we brought him home," Toby started. "Spencer insisted on setting up a sleeping bag in his nursery and slept on the floor by his crib."

"Oh, Spence," the other's rolled their eyes.

"What!?" Spence defended herself. "I wanted to make sure he got through his first night okay." She turned to Toby and poked him in his chest. "And you had no problem being the big spoon while sleeping in that sleeping bag with me."

"Well, duh," he said, getting close to her lips. "I never have a problem when I get to sleep next to you." He kissed her lips and everybody groaned, rolling their eyes.

"Come on," Hanna threw a cheese puff ball at them. "No PDA."

"Yes, because during our wedding rehearsal dinner, you and Caleb kept a low profile on yourguys little public display," Spencer snatched. Hanna shut her mouth.

"So what's going on between you and Ezra?" Hanna asked.

Three hours later, they were all seated outside on the patio watching the sun set behind the pine trees. They just finished dinner and spent the time catching up on what they've all missed about one another. Hanna shared that Caleb has already talked about having another baby. While, Hanna does want another baby, she doesn't feel they need another right now. So, they decided to wait another year or two before trying again.

Emily and Alison moved into a bigger apartment in Boston. They wanted a place big enough for the two of them and their daughter, Lily. Their new apartment has a big family room that's about the size of Spencer and Toby's master bedroom. The kitchen is about half the size of this room. It's a two bedroom apartment with one full bathroom. They have a closet area big enough to hold a washer and a dryer. Aria's the only one who's ever been to their apartment since she helped them move their stuff in. Part of the reason Aria helped them was to help get herself get her mind off of Ezra. Aria managed to keep herself busy and mind free from Ezra until Hanna asked that question.

"So, what's going on between you and Ezra?"

Aria stiffened in her chair and all eyes were on her.

"Um, we haven't seen each other in a while. We're friends but I think that's all we can ever be for now on," she said.

"So, you're not getting back together anytime soon?" Hanna asked.

"No," Aria shook her head. "I think what Ezra and I had is over. It's time for both of us to move on and he already has. I checked his Facebook page last month and it said he was in a relationship with this 28-year-old named Nicole."

"I'm sorry Aria," Spencer said.

"Don't be. He seems really happy with her and I'm happy doing what I'm doing. I think trying out the single life for awhile would be good for me."

"Well, if you're happy then all of us our happy for you," Spencer said, taking her hand.

Aria smiled and gave her friend's hand a tight squeeze, "thank you. Having you guys as my friends for pretty much my whole life is more than enough to keep me happy."

"Alright," Hanna cut in. "Enough of this talk. Spencer, you got to tell us who Landon's godmother will be."

"Well," Spencer smiled at them all and gave Toby her other hand to hold. "We decided that Landon's godmother should be Aria."

"Yes!" Aria jumped up and hugged both of them tightly.

"Wow," Toby flinched when Aria sat back done. "Spencer wasn't kidding when she said you have a firm grip."

"Like I always say," Spencer paused to take a sip of her wine. "Aria's little, but she's mighty."

"I'm just so honored to be Landon's godmother," Aria picked him up and held him. "Hey there. You're my godson and I'm going to buy you gifts and spoil you every chance I get until your mother kills me to stop me."

Spencer rolled her eyes but smiled anyway.

Emily picked up her wine glass and prepared a toast, "so far we've all done a great job of staying together. We've all had rocky histories together. Some of us even hated each other at one point. We all overcame that. We did it together and I'd like us to continue to be close friends. Okay, we're not just friends, we're a family. Here's to this family, may we always stick together."

"Yes." They all said and clanked their wine glasses together.

"Bye guys!" Spencer waved at her friends and watched them all get back in their cars, and go. She sighed, lowering her hand as she stepped back inside. Toby walked out of the nursery after putting Landon to be. He saw Spencer carrying to wine glasses to the kitchen and stopped to look at her. She didn't seem to notice him staring even as she passed by him to enter the kitchen. He took a small breath before following her and leaning against the counter.

Toby just stood there thinking about everything he's been through. He thoughts about everything she's been through and things they've been through together. He also thought about all the things they very well might face in the future. He's ready for them. He's ready to tackle all those life challenges with Spencer. As he stood watching Spencer carefully wash the dishes, he thought back. He thought back to the first time he tied his own shoe and the proud look on his father's face. He thought back to when he peddled his first quarter mile on his bike before falling over into a bush. He thought back to hushed tone his father used on the phone the morning Radley called. Toby scratched against his collarbone like he could still feel the scratchy feeling of the black tie his father forced him to wear to his mother's funeral. He can still smell the icky perform his stepmom always wore. He shivered remembering the way Jenna's cold, clammy hands used to touch. They touched him in ways no person should ever be touched. He could still feel the handcuffs digging into his wrist when they police arrested him for Jenna's accident. At the time he held quite the fire towards Alison and her friends. Looking back and knowing what he knows now, he would not change that night for anything. Except, maybe him standing up for Jenna.

Toby could still remember what his cellblock looked like. He had a thin cotton mattress with a pillow that felt more like a folded up swim towel. When he finally got out of that place, he nearly cried as he forgotten what it was like to feel free. His freedom was short lived when he was arrested again for Alison's murder. Things turned out okay in the end, but it still was not a very pleasant experience to go through. Toby can still remember the harsh words and hatred stares he got from people at school. Or that time a high schooler drove past him and told him to drop dead. At the time, he couldn't think of anything he rather do. Boy, is he glad he didn't take those pills that one day. If it weren't for the phone call he got from the school counselor that his French tutor would be popping in later that afternoon, he most likely would have done it. Then he would never know what could've been. When Mr. Crenchy called to tell him he had a tutor lined up for him, Toby almost didn't believe it. He thought it was just a high school student trying to mess with him. No one could possibly understand how susprised he was when Spencer showed up on his porch. She was so different than what he had expected. It was her smile that saved him.

"I love you," he blurted out.

Spencer dropped the dish she was holding and turned around the look at him. She tilted her head and arched her brow. Toby stopped leaning against the counter and walked over to her. He put his hands on her hips and her heart fluttered.

"Is tonight one of those random 'I love you' nights?" She asked almost teasingly.

"No," he smiled at her. "I always love you it's just… I feel like I don't say it enough. I love you."

She bounced up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. His arms circled around her waist as he pulled her near.

"I love you too."

His lips touched hers and they felt the passion they both felt for each other. When they pulled apart, Spencer wrapped her arms around his body and leaned her body against his. Her eyes closed and her mouth turned into a thin smile. He smiled, tightening his arms around her small frame, and rested his head on top of hers. So much could've gone wrong in his life if he had turned Spencer done when she came to tutor him. Then again, Spencer's a very stubborn girl. She probably would've found some other way to but into his life. Toby smiled just thinking about everything she's ever done for him. He thought about everything he's ever done for her. Everything they've done together as one. And to think at all started with one simple sentence.

"I'm here to tutor you." And continues on with an everlasting feeling and three words that can light up even the darkest parts of one person's world.

I love you.

The end.

We've finally reached the end of this very eventful story. Clearly the time jump did not go like this, but it still had some of the new characters. I tried to balance the perfect amount of romance, comedy, angst, and mystery to this story. Hope you all enjoyed reading it more than I enjoyed writing it. Again, thank you to those who have read every chapter since I published the first chapter and reviewed every one. Hopefully you all review this last chapter because I really want to read your thoughts on this story.

Note: Now that I'm done with this story, I can put all of my attention on Hostage. I will start the next chapter tomorrow and try to have it posted later this week.