You Are My One, My Only

Spencer bit back a soft whine when she felt Zacky's pace slow, gripping at his shoulders. But she wouldn't say anything, glad he seemed to be wanting to savor this moment with her. "Zack, you make me feel so incredible," she breathed, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. Spencer reached around to touch the sweat-dampened hairs on the back of his neck. "I always feel so beautiful laying underneath you."

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"Well I love you, Elizabeth Faye Wylde," Matt said softly, pressing a kiss to her temple. He reached down, resting his hand on her stomach. "You're so amazingly perfect, and now you're having my baby. What more could I ask for? I love you so much, more than you can imagine. I can't wait until the day when I get to watch you walk down the aisle in a white dress and take my last name."

"You're always beautiful no matter what," Zacky murmured into her hair. He tightened his grip on her as he began to pick up his pace. He reached one of his hands down to touch her, beckoning her to hit her peak before he did. He wasn't entirely sure how much longer he would be able to keep up. No matter how long he wanted to be able to last for her, he wasn't sure he would be able to this time around."Baby, I'm gonna need you to come for me soon."

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Faye reached down and pulled the sheet up over them, her lids growing heavy. They had an extremely eventful day, and after the rendezvous they just had, it was beginning to catch up with her. She looked up at Matt and gave him a lazy smile, "I know handsome. I am so excited to finally solidify everything with you."

Spencer cursed softly underneath her breath when she felt Zacky start to touch her. She'd been trying to hold herself back, but she could tell that Zacky was getting close and she knew that he usually liked for her to finish first. It didn't take much, just a few more of Zacky's thrusts, and Spencer pressed her face into his neck, breathing his name against his skin. "God Zack, I live you so much," she whispered.

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"It's been a long three years, but it was worth it to get to this point with you," Matt said. He gave Faye a lazy kiss before flopping back over onto his back. He was tired and he felt like he could sleep for years at the moment. Today had been a long day, but a good day. And tomorrow he really wanted to start telling everyone that they were engaged, if Faye was alright with it.

Zacky groaned out as he finally allowed himself to release, his grip on her tightening ever so slightly. He allowed himself to finish riding out their pleasure, before bringing his forehead to rest against hers. He let his eyes close, a small smile playing across his lips. He pushed his lips lazily against hers, sighing as he pulled away. "You are so amazing."

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Faye snuggled farther into his side, feeling herself start to drift off. She mumbled out a small I love you, before she finally allowed herself to fall asleep.

When she woke up the next morning, Matt was still fast asleep beside her. She took a quick shower, trying to stay quiet so that he could sleep in. She snuck downstairs and made a pot of coffee, knowing that was the one thing she was not going to be able to go with out during her pregnancy.

"You're amazing too, Zack," Spencer whispered, curling into his side. "I love you so much. You've been so good to me for the past six years and put up with my anxiety and my other bullshit and I really don't deserve it. And I know you're going to be an amazing father, if you ever get the chance." That was one of the reasons Spencer wanted a baby so badly. Not just so that she could be a mother, but so that Zacky could be a father.

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Once he sure Faye was asleep, Matt allowed himself to drift off. When he woke up he glanced over at the clock, groaning when he realized how late it was. He hadn't meant to sleep that late and he needed to get up, but he really didn't want to. He rolled over to Faye, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw she wasn't there. He slipped on his boxers and shirt before heading downstairs, finding her in the kitchen making a pot of coffee. "You know you're not supposed to be drinking coffee when you're pregnant, right?" he mumbled sleepily.

Zacky ran his hand through her hair in an attempt to soothe her. He knew she was still worried that they wouldn't be able to conceive--but something about this felt different. He was sure that it was finally going to happen. He was finally going to give her the one thing she really wanted. He turned his head, pressing a kiss to her temple. "You make me want to be that way, Spence. It's all for you."

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Faye rolled her eyes playfully at her soon-to-be-husband, "One cup of coffee in the morning is not going to harm me or the baby, Matt." She closed her lap top on which she was catching up on the news, and walked over to wrap her arms around him. "You hungry? Want me to make some breakfast?" She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"You're so perfect," Spencer mumbled, nuzzling her face into Zacky's neck. It was times like these that she really realized how much she loved Zacky; he loved her despite all of her flaws and imperfections and sometimes she just felt like she really didn't deserve it. Spencer woke up the next morning and slipped quietly out of bed so as not to wake Zacky and pulled on some clothes before going downstairs to the kitchen. Her brain was in a flurry and she needed something to distract herself and she figured cooking a big breakfast would be enough.

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"As long as it's just one cup," Matt chuckled. He kissed Faye on the lips, nodding when she asked if he wanted breakfast. "I can always eat," he said. "Eggs, toast, and bacon. Or whatever you want. I know you probably can't stomach certain things anymore." He pecked Faye's lips again before he moved over to fix himself a cup of coffee from the pot she'd made. He took a seat at the breakfast nook and looked at Faye as she started on breakfast. "So I want to start telling everyone today. That we're engaged, I mean," Matt said. "But only if you're okay with it, of course. I just want everyone to know that you finally agreed to be my wife."

Zacky woke with a small groan. He had been sleeping so well, he wasn't necessarily ready to wake up for the day. He stretched his limbs before throwing the duvet off of him. He made his way to the bathroom in order to do his morning business. By the time he had finished and thrown a shirt on, the smell of food made it's way to his nose. He went down stairs to see Spencer cooking, an immediate smile taking form on his mouth. "Morning, babe." He said, voice still gruff with sleep. "Smells good out here."

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Faye turned briefly to smile at her fiance. She focused back on the bacon that was starting to sizzle in the pan on the stove. "Baby," she mumbled. "Of course I am okay with it. Why wouldn't I be?" She raised her arms above her head, stretching out for a moment. She was trying to ignore the small pit of nausea that was in her stomach--and she was half hoping it was just because she was hungry. "I want everyone to know too. I'm really excited, babe."

Spencer decided to make biscuits, scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage, that way they could make breakfast sandwiches out of the leftovers. Thank God they'd gone to the grocery store yesterday or they'd be having beer and stale cereal for breakfast. Spencer smiled softly when she heard Zacky come into the kitchen, going over to kiss him on the lips. "I figured a nice, big breakfast would be a nice way to celebrate, don't you think?" she whispered, grinning. "You know, that we're finally going to have a baby? Which reminds me, I have to give myself a shot," Spencer added, making a face. She hated shots and needles.

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"Well then it's settled, we'll tell everyone today," Matt said, smiling. "We can invite everyone out for dinner and tell them, that sound good? We can go to a steak place and Johnny can just suck it." Matt chuckled, walking over to the stove. He took a big whiff of the bacon, sighing happily. He loved the smell of bacon. "Man, just smelling this food is making me hungry. But then again, you did help me work up quite an appetite yesterday." Matt gave Faye a wink before reaching into the pan to try and snatch a piece of bacon, cursing when he inevitably burned himself on the grease. "Dammit, that fucking hurts. Why didn't you warn me that grease was hot?"

Zacky grinned into her hair as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing a small kiss to her temple. “Well, whatever you are making it smells fucking delicious.” He unraveled his arms from her, going over to the coffee pot. He started to make himself a cup of coffee as she began to talk about the shots. He instantly frowned, he hated that for her. Zacky turned around, his coffee cup still in his hand. He walked over towards the counter, setting the coffee cup down after he had taken a tentative sip of it. “It fucking sucks that you have to do that, Spence.” He commented. “I can help you in you need… But I don’t know if it would be better for you to do it on your own or not.”

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Faye laughed loudly, her face turning bright red. “You are such a fucking idiot,” she coughed out in between laughs. “Why should I have to tell you that a pan full of cooking bacon with fucking bacon grease in it is hot?” She shook her head as she tried to calm herself down. “Anyways, yeah. The steak place sounds awesome. But…. You know how this is going to look right? There is going to be a lot of people saying we are just getting married because I am pregnant…” She mumbled.

"Biscuits, scrambled eggs, sausage, and bacon," Spencer listed, grinning at Zacky's compliment. "That way we can make breakfast sandwiches tomorrow." She only nodded at Zacky's next comment. It did suck that she had to do this, but if it was what needed to happen for them to finally have a baby, she didn't mind so much. After checking to make sure that nothing would burn, Spencer hurried upstairs to get the injectable hormones and her needle before going back downstairs. She sat them on the table and looked them over, letting out a sigh. "I think I can do this by myself, it's just in my stomach," she told Zacky. She got the needle ready and cleaned off the spot on her stomach with an alcohol prep wipe. But as soon as she picked up the needle to actually give herself the shot, her hand started to shake. She hated watching herself getting shots, that was the problem. "I changed my mind, I can't do it," Spencer said, shaking her head. She placed the needle on the table. "You'll have to help. I can't watch it happen."

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"You could've reminded me!" Matt exclaimed with false indignation, rubning his finger under some cold water from the tap. He nodded as he listened to Faye agree with his plan, but he frowned slightly at her last comment. "Who cares what it looks like?" he asked, turning to Faye. "Yeah okay, so the pregnancy is why I proposed now. But even if you weren't pregnant, I still would've proposed to you. We would've gotten married no matter what, because we love each other. It just so happens that you got pregnant and now the timeline fits together differently. Who cares anyway? We shouldn't give a fuck what anyone else thinks. I love you and I want to make you my wife, regardless of what anyone else thinks the reason is. My new little family is more important than someone's stupid opinion. And if anyone says anything to you about it, let me know and I'll kick their ass."

Zacky’s heart sank the moment he saw her hand start to shake. His breath hitched in his throat as his mouth immediately went dry. He knew he had extended the offer to help her, but he didn’t want to be the one who was going to have to stick her with the needed. He didn’t want to be the one to have to hurt her. Regardless, his slightly less trembling hand reached out to take the syringe from her. Taking a deep breath, he tentatively stuck the needle into her skin, cringing slightly when she sucked in a sharp breath. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he mumbled.

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Faye nodded her head in agreement with his statement. Regardless of how long she had been with Matt, sometimes the comments she would see was still hurtful. She was still a person, regardless of her soon to be husband’s status with the world. “I know, Matt.” She sighed at a loss for words. “Anyway,” she said in a feeble attempt to change the conversation. “Breakfast is done. Mind grabbing some plates?”

Spencer could see that Zacky didn't want to give the shot either, but there weren't really any other options. Spencer felt bad, but she knew there was no way she could do it herself. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling Zacky pinch the skin on her stomach and stick the needle in, sucking in a sharp breath when she felt it pierce her skn. She waited until Zacky had set the needle down on the table before she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face into his chest. "Thank you for doing that, baby," Spencer mumbled. She lifted her head, kissing Zacky softly on the lips. "I know you probably didn't want to, but you know how I am with needles. And unfortunately that was only the first of many." Spencer kissed him again before going over to the stove, turning off all of the burners. "Would you mind getting some plates from the cabinet?" she asked. "And some glasses for milk?"

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Matt nodded when Faye asked him to grab some plates. "And besides, we haven't even announced to the fans that you're pregnant," Matt said, pulling the plates from the cabinet. He set them on the counter next to the stove and then grabbed two glasses from a different cabinet. "And to be honest, I don't think I will. You know how some of them can be, and I'm not really comfortable with pictures of my child being plastered all over the internet by strangers. Or my wedding photos, either. So I don't know that I want to make that public knowledge, either." He started to fix himself a plate, taking this over to the breakfast nook before pouring milk into the two glasses. "So you won't have to worry about what people think about why we're getting married, because our families nor the guys will think badly of our reason, whatever it is."

Zacky placed a kiss on her forehead before maneuvering around her to grab the plates. “It will get easier soon, I hope.” He murmured. He knew in time the both of them were going to grow more comfortable going forth with it, but he also knew that the first couple of rounds were going to be the worst. It was all about adjusting. He grabbed a couple of plates and took them over to the counter, setting them down so they could dish their food out. “Everything looks and smelly really good babe,” he commented. “I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”

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“I know, I know.” She mumbled. She had heard the spiel from him a few times from different conversations they had. She had grown pretty used to the life style. The only difference between the pair of them was Matt always way an optimist, whereas Faye was a pessimist. She had grown better about it—having Matt around to find the light in every situation made it easier. Faye made herself a small plate and joined him at the table. She popped a piece of bacon in her mouth, “It’ll all work out. It always does.”

"For you probably, but not for me," Spencer said, picking up one of the plates that Zacky had set out. "I'm never going to like having to get a shot, no matter what. And I'm pretty sure that after the embryo gets implanted, there's one that has to go in my butt." Spencer made a face as she spooned some eggs onto her plate. "But as long as I keep telling myself that it's so we can have a baby, I'll be okay. I'd do anything to finally be able to have a baby." She finished making her plate and took it over to the table, smiling at Zacky when he commented on the food. "Well thank, I worked very hard, cracking eggs into a pan and burning myself with bacon grease," she laughed.

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"Of course it will, I'm a magician," Matt said, cracking a grin. He handed her a glass of milk as he sat down, shoveling a forkful of eggs into his mouth. As he ate, he pulled out his phone and sent a group message to all of the guys, telling them that he and Faye wanted everyone to meet them for dinner at one of the steak restaurants downtown. Matt just hoped that this announcement went over better than the last one did. But then again, there was nothing stopping Zacky or anything of the other guys from proposing. And Matt wasn't going to let anyone's reactions sour their good news.

Zacky gave her a sullen look, knowing that she hated the needles. “It will get better for you too, babe. You just gotta give it time… Just think about what it is doing and maybe it will take away a little bit of the sting.” He gave her a small smile. He went to the table and sat down across from her. Zacky began to scarf down his food, earning him a look from Spencer. He smirked at her, swallowing his food before he spoke, “What? I’m fucking starving.”

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Faye smiled as she watched Matt eat. He always acted like his food was going to grow legs and run away from him. She rolled her eyes as she began to eat. Her phone started buzzing on the table next to her. She glanced at it and shook her head, “Babe, did you need to include me in the group message?” She laughed as she quickly scanned over everyone’s responses confirming that they would be there.

"Knowing that it's going to help us have a baby is the only reason I'm letting those needles anywhere near me," Spencer said. She finished making her plate and went over to the table, sitting down across from Zacky. She raised an eyebrow, grinning at him when he started to scarf down his food. "I know, but the food isn't going anywhere, baby," she laughed. "And if it does, I'll make you some more." Spencer chuckled again, stabbing a piece of egg with her fork. This was one of the reasons she loved Zacky so much, he could always make her smile or laugh.

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After he'd sent the text message to the guys, Matt wasted no time in scarfing down his food. Faye always liked to make fun of the way he ate, but he didn't care. At least none of his food went to waste. "Of course I did," Matt managed around a mouthful of food. "I know how much you love when the thread diverts to Jimmy and Brian talking about dicks." He chuckled at Faye. He hadn't meant to include her in the group message, but he was just so used to clicking her name that sometimes it just happened. "Looks like everybody is going to be there," Matt said, scanning over their answers. He got to his feet and grabbed his empty plate, taking it over to the sink. "So I'm going to go take a shower and then I think we should tell our parents first? I don't know about yours, but my parents, or at least my mom, would be a little upset if we told the guys before we told them."

Zacky shrugged as he listened to her talk about his food running away. He was a growing boy wasn’t he? Maybe not, but at times he felt like it. What could he say, he loved to eat. Especially when Spencer cooked for him. She had always been such a great cook; it was one of the things he loved most about her. Before they had started dating he could barely heat up top ramen for himself. But when Spencer moved in, that all changed. Very quickly at that. His phone vibrated in the pocket of his sweats. He pulled it out, still chewing his food. He paused to swallow for a moment before informing Spencer, “I guess Matt and Faye need us to go to dinner again.”

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Faye began to move around the kitchen, picking things up. She nodded at Matt, “Sounds good. Let me get cleaned up down here and then I am going to run upstairs and take a shower. We can drive over there after a little while.” She watched him disappear upstairs and then began to continue cleaning up. While she was doing the dishes she felt a sudden wretch in her stomach, causing her to drop the plate back into the sink water. She bolted upstairs and burst through the bathroom door, immediately hovering over the toilet and beginning to heave. “God, I fucking hate this.” She whimpered.

Spencer turned her attention back to Zacky when he spoke. Matt and Faye wanted them to go to dinner again? What could they possibly want this time? Spencer was sure they just wanted to get together, since they did that all the time. But after the last gathering of Matt and Faye's that she and Zacky had been invited to, Spencer felt a bit iffy about this one. Although she didn't know what news could upset her the way hearing Faye was pregnant could. "So what time are we supposed to meet them?" Spencer asked, scooting what was left of her food around on her plate. "And where are we going to eat?"

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"Sounds good, baby," Matt said, smiling. He headed upstairs, grabbing a set of fresh clothes before going into the bathroom. He started the shower and climbed inside, leaving the door unlocked in case Faye needed to get in to use the bathroom. Matt had only been in the shower for a few minutes before he heard Faye burst into the bathroom and start to heave into the toilet. He frowned, pulling aside the shower curtain and looking down at her. "Are you okay, baby?" he fretted. "Do you need me to get out and get you anything? A glass of water? Some ginger ale or crackers?" He knew the morning sickness was going to start eventually, but he still felt awful that Faye had to to through this.

Zacky shrugged as he finished of his plate, feeling himself becoming almost uncomfortably full. His eyes were always bigger than his stomach was, anyway. He pushed his plate away from him, shaking his head. What did they want? Mention they were having twins? He pushed the negative thoughts away before answering her, “No clue, really. Just know they want to go out to that steak place down town. Better be a good reason since that place is kinda uppity. I’ll have to wear a fucking button down instead of a t-shirt.” He shot her a playful look, “But I know you like that kinda shit anyhow.”

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Faye crossed her arms and leaned herself against the toilet to rest. What a fucking waste of breakfast. “Yeah, I’m good just gimme a minute,” She grumbled. She had had stomach flu’s before, but the feeling she was experiencing at that moment trumped anything she had felt before. She closed her eyes, feeling Matt put a cloth on the back of her neck, “Thank you,” she sighed as her stomach stopped making waves.