Spencer passed out from all the emotional draining, she couldn’t take the fact her heart was now aching to be with two different woman. One with hazel nut eyes with past behind them, the one who had once shared the most precious moments and first experiences with the blonde. The other with green caring eyes, who was the person to pick Spencer’s remaining pieces and build her back up to who she is today. How could she possibly want to even hurt any of them with making a choice?

"I’m home!"

"Huh? Whaat?!" She was awakened from her confusing slumber immediately.

"How long have you been here? You look like you spent the day here?"

"Oh, they didn’t need me the whole time"

"You look tiered babe, you ok?"

Voices came into her head, words telling her to lie and phrases speaking out to tell her to spill the truth, when she looked up expecting to see brown she was brought down from her dream to see green, though she still loved them.

"Yeah, just had a nap you know how it is when you suddenly wake up from resting all day"

"Oh ok, I’m going to get super cooked, do you have something in mind you want?"

"Anything you cook is great baby

"Alright, so I guess I’m feeling Italian"

Taylor then made her way to the kitchen leaving her fiancé on the couch to review her choices. The brunette had a lot on her dish too, she was worried her love would fall back into it with Ashley, she was insecure about the whole case thing but didn’t want a word to reach Spencer.

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"I’m wh-what…?"

"Miss Davies, you’re pregnant"

"Are you sure…"

Ashley was taking back by everything, first bringing back the moment where Spencer and herself shared an argument in the restroom then to Aiden brutally thrusting himself into her.

"Yes we ran the checks twice, and we also noticed some damage inside that aria but didn’t want to bring it up so blunt at first, were you raped…?"

Rape…a word that could describe the movements of which the man took on her, but instead he called it ‘just another fuck’ is was certainly un-willing, and painful but it was always giving to her at un-expected times or places yet her husband didn’t care. Did she even want this child? Could she possibly raise one in this state of herself?