Spencer’s POV.

Spencer woke up to a screaming Aiden.  It was Christmas morning, and he had definitly been downstairs to see all of his toys.  It was 6 o’ clock in the morning, and Spencer was tired.  Even through all of that, she went downstairs to see the presents with her son.  He opened all of them.  He threw the clothes to the side just like she knew he would.  He played with toys, and he was happy.  Spencer pulled out her camera to capture this happy moment in her son’s life.

Aiden was seven years old now.  He was in the second grade, and he’d already started asking about his father.  Spencer told him a few times that he wasn’t old enough to understand.  Hell, she didn’t know who his father was.  She knew who his mother was, and one day she was going to have to tell him that it wasn’t her.  Three years, and her son would be finding out.  She was happy, but she was afraid at the same time.  How was he going to react?

As Aiden played with his toys, she pulled out the picture of Ashley again.  Three years until she gets to see this beautiful girl.  It wouldn’t be a meeting for the two of them anyway.  Ashley probably didn’t care anything about Spencer.  Spencer knew nothing about her.  She definitly wasn’t gay.  I mean, she had a son at least.  Whatever.  It doesn’t matter.  All that matters is this gorgeous brown headed boy sitting in the floor playing with his pick up truck.

Ashley’s POV.

She ran to the mailbox today.  He pacakges from Spencer always come on the twenty second of every single month.  This was January, and she was really excited to see Christmas pictures of her little man.

Just like Spencer promised, a package came every single month with pictures.  Some packages would have only four or five in them.  Other packages would have been twenty and thirty.  Those packages were usually ones from his birthday or from a special holiday.  She had sent pictures to Ashley the day he learned to ride a bike, from his first day of school, from his kindergarden school play, from the day he learned to swim, from the day he learned to die his shoe, and so many more.  Ashley kelt like she had his life in that box that she kept the pictures in.  She also had a few on the mirror of her room.  Every time Spencer was in one, she’d put it on her mirror.  They were both so cute, and they just looked so happy together.  Three more years.  Just three more years.  Wait, what do you mean Davies?  You might meet your son, and he might not want to have anything to do with you.  Besides, Spencer is totally not gay.