ZOEYS POV
"Hey Spence, can we talk?"
"Yeah what's up baby,"
Spencer is cooking us dinner right now, Spaghetti. I really need to talk to him, but maybe right now isn't the best time since he's cooking.
"I need to..uh..tell you something," I stutter.
"What is it?" He asks continuing to cook.
"Well.. maybe it should wait till after you're done,"
"No,what's up?" He turned to stove off and turns to me grabbing both of my hands.
"I need to tell you something and I don't know how you'll react,"
"Zoey, just tell me," he rolled his eyes.
"Okay well, remember how I didn't want to drink at Rossi's last night?"
"Yeah," he replies clueless.
"And how I threw up this morning," I hinted again.
"Yes. Zoey where is this going,"
"Spencer, I'm pregnant,"
His jaw drops to the ground and his eyes widen. He didn't say anything for a while.
"There's a baby..in you... growing," he stutters.
"Yes," I smile.
"How long?"
"Almost a month," I grab his hand and put it on my belly.
"Oh my god," he started to tear up.
"I'm glad you're happy about this," I start to tear up as well.
"Why wouldn't I be?" He asked confused.
"I don't know, I got scared you wouldn't want to be in the babies life,"
"Zoey," he says taking both of my hands, "this is our baby. We made it together, of course I want to be apart of it's life. I want to be the best dad,"
"You will be," I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him, "I love you"
"I love you"