Emma's POV~

Within a few hours, we were pulling into town. It was still dark, it had to be only 3 am.

I still didn't know how I should feel about this. Should I feel bad because she's my birth mother? Do I not feel anything because she disowned me? I had no clue.

"You know? You could've slept on the way here." Spencer whispered, careful not wake Carson.

I shrugged, "I wanted to stay awake just in case I needed to drive."

I swallowed as Spencer took my hand, lacing our fingers. I bit my lip. He gently squeezed my hand, then ran his thumb over the back of my hand.

"I want to you get some sleep tonight. At least before you see your mom." He stated.

I nodded, "Fine."

I looked to Spencer. In the dark, I could see him faintly smile, "Thank you. We may not be together, but I still care about you and your wellbeing."

"Thank you." I mumbled.

~*~*~

After getting to my grandparents house, I introduced Spencer to them. Then Spencer got Carson's playpen and his bag, claiming that he would get our bags in the morning.

I carried Carson, following my grandparents. The only bad thing about staying here was that they only had one room. So, Spencer and I had to share a room, and end up sleeping in the same bed.

After putting Carson in the playpen, and saying goodnight to my grandparents, I crawled into bed. The small twin mattress.

I rolled over, turning my back to Spencer. I felt him roll over, wrapping his arm around my waist, and burying his face in my shoulder.

"Can I at least hold you, just one last time?" He asked, "I miss holding you at night." I ignored him, pretending that I didn't hear him and that I was asleep. He sighed, "Please, Em. I miss having you in my arms. I miss cuddling and laughing with you. I miss tasting your lips. I miss your hugs. Please, baby."

I sighed. We'd probably end up cuddling together at some point in the night.

"Fine." I muttered.

I rolled over as Spencer went to lay on his back. I situated myself, laying my head on his chest and laying my arm over his stomach. His arm stayed around my waist. The feeling I had came back. A feeling of security, warmth, love. Everything I missed.

"Can I be real with you?" He questioned.

"Sure." I mumbled.

"I really do miss you, Emma. Leah doesn't really like the stuff I plan to do. She'd rather go on expensive dates. I'd rather stay inside and cuddle while watching movies. She doesn't. I miss what we would do. We could anything and you wouldn't care." He explained. His grip tightened around my waist.

I squeezed my eyes shut. I sighed, cuddling closer to him.

~*~*~

Carson sat quietly in my arms. Spencer sat next to me as we sat in the waiting room of the cancer ward.

I hadn't been told much. I just knew my mom had cancer and she was stage four.

I sat my hand on the armrest, hoping Spencer would take it. That's all I wanted; his touch.

His hand gently touched mine, then he pulled back. He pressed another kiss to my temple as he stood up.

"I'll be back. I'm getting you one of those frappé things you like." He muttered.

I smiled, "Thank you."

He bit his lip and turned around. It hurt me. Everything was awkward with us. We acted like best friends, then strangers, then we'd act like we're still together.

I looked down, listening to Carson babble and giggle. He played with my hair and my fingers.

"You'd be a good mom, Em." Spencer stated.

I looked back up to Spencer. I smiled slightly, "Thank you. I think you'd be a good father."

"Spenca!" Carson exclaimed, throwing up his arms.

Spencer laughed as he handed me the glass Starbucks bottle, and sat down his soda. He picked up Carson and put on a goofy grin.

"Hey, bud."

I smiled, but once the thought ran through my head, I frowned. I felt so guilty taking away his wishes.

I regret nothing more than breaking things off with him. Now, he was with Leah, and I was with Levi.

I love you.

Three simple words that had so much power, that made your heart flutter.

"Hey, Em." Spencer snapped his fingers in my face.

"Hm?" I asked.

"The doctor thinks your mom is stable enough for you too see her." He answered.

"Will you come with me? I don't want to go alone." I questioned.

He nodded, "Of course."

I began walking, with Spencer next to me. It was so hard, trying not to grab his hand, locking our fingers together.

Nurses passed us, we passed numerous doors. I sighed as we came to the door I dreaded. I hadn't seen her in two months, and that wasn't enough time.

"Spence," I muttered, pausing by her door.

"Hey," he whispered, "Its okay."

I shook my head, "No."

"What do you mean by 'no'?" He asked.

"She disowned me a year ago, and she's the reason we broke up." I answered.

A frown came to his lips. He sighed, "Then we pretend that we got back together."

"No!" I scoffed, "Are you forgetting she's a lawyer? That she can charge you with anything? And that's cheating on Leah. No."

"It's not cheating if we aren't actually together." He muttered.

"No." I stated, "Just please, be my support."

He sighed, but nodded, "Fine."

"Thank you."