Spencer’s POV

Oh my god! I can’t believe I actually spent the whole day with Ashley Davies, and it wasn’t a dream. Or is it? I pinched myself on the arm just to make sure, and…… “Shit!” I said rubbing my now sore arm. Yep, I felt that all right. Now that was pretty dumb, I have to start thinking of new ways to make sure I’m not day dreaming. Great now I’m rambling on, and even worse I’m talking to myself. Note to self: see a psychologist. Anyways, as soon as I walk through the door, my supposedly worried mother is nowhere to be found along with that asshole I call father now. Come to think of it I don’t remember seeing any of there cars parked outside. Whatever, I guess it’s another home alone night, but what’s new. I start to hear crying from upstairs and I go up to find out, what’s up. I open my sister’s bedroom door to see my 2 month old nephew, crying his eyes out. I see a note on the crib that says:
Dear Spence,

I pick up my nephew and he stops crying instantly. He stares up at me and starts to giggle in that cute way only a baby can. “So, I guess it’s just you and me, huh, Clay,” I say to him, and he just smiles up at me. I take him to my room so I can keep an eye on him. I am playing with Clay no more than 2 maybe 3 minutes before my cell phone starts to ring. I don’t check to see who it is, thinking that it was probably my sister checking in.

“I have him all cleaned and feed for you,” I say. Boy was I wrong, I so should have checked. I would have been so much better prepared. “Already trying to hook me up I see,” an amused voice that I know all to well. A voice that belongs to my angel. I can’t believe it, dang why didn’t I check the number.