I Saved a Piece for You--Spanna
Spencer Hastings was exhausted. It was Aria's birthday, and the five girls were supposed to get together and celebrate. Instead, Spencer had spent the day at work. It was the only day they were going to get this witness in, and her co-worker had called in sick. The idea make Spencer roll her eyes. The woman was probably hung-over, but whatever. Either way, it fell on her to get the job done.
Now she was finally on her way home, and it was already eleven thirty according to the clock on her dashboard. She groaned. Hanna was going to be furious with her for missing the entire party. It had been the blonde's idea for all of them to get together, and she'd worked tirelessly to plan the party. And Spencer would have been home sooner if the stupid train from Philly to Rosewood hadn't been late.
Finally, she pulled into her driveway. Her parents had been more than happy to let her and Hanna stay there for a few days while Emily and Alison were in town. While it was easy for Aria, who lived in Rosewood, and Spencer and Hanna, who lived in Philly, to get together, it was a lot harder to visit the other two, who had moved to Florida a year ago.
Spencer tiptoed into the barn, and wasn't surprised to find Hanna asleep on the couch. It appeared as though her wife had started to clean up and given up halfway through. Quietly, Spencer walked over to the couch and put a hand on Hanna's arm.
"Babe, do you want to move to the bed?" she asked. Hanna groaned, and pulled a pillow over her head. Spencer rolled her eyes and left to change her clothes. She was in the middle of taking off her makeup when Hanna stumbled into the bedroom.
"How was the party?" she asked.
"Alison made a cake," she said, practically falling into bed. Once again, Spencer silently cursed her coworker for making her miss this party. One of the things they’d learned about Alison during that time after Charlotte died was that the girl made excellent cake. She claimed it was an old Italian family recipe, and she never shared it with anyone.
"I'm glad it was fun," she said, trying to keep the jealously out of her voice. Hanna smirked at her.
"It was. You should've been there," she said. Spencer sighed, trying to figure out if her wife was just teasing or if she really was mad.
"You know I had to go in today. I didn't want to, but--"
"I saved a piece for you," Hanna interrupted.
"Of cake," she clarified, noticing Spencer's confused expression. A smile spread across Spencer's face as she joined her wife in bed.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around Hanna. The blonde giggled and pushed her wife off of her.
"You're welcome, you dork. I figured your day would be hellish, and you could use a surprise," she said. Spencer nodded and laid her head on Hanna's chest.
"It was hellish. I don't even want to talk about this case. It's terrible," she said gloomily. Hanna ran her fingers through Spencer's long hair, trying to help the brunette relax. Being a lead prosecutor often made Spencer stressed out, but something about the case she was working on made her even jumpier than usual. She'd refused to tell Hanna anything about it, so the blonde only knew what had been reported to the press. She knew the case involved kidnapped girls, but she usually turned off the tv when it was being reported on, to avoid flashbacks. Which, of course, was why Spencer wouldn’t tell her about it.
"Do you have to go in tomorrow?" she asked. Spencer shook her head.
"Good. We're having brunch with the girls before Ali and Em have to catch their plane," she said. Spencer smiled.
"Thank you," she said, knowing it was probably Hanna's idea. Her wife kissed the top of her head.
"You're welcome. Now go to sleep, or you'll be falling asleep in your mimosa tomorrow," Hanna joked. Spencer rolled her eyes, but knew she'd be asleep within minutes.
That night, instead of the criminals and victims that usually flooded her dreams, she dreamt of cake.