All Chapters of Homecoming Love: Chapter 41 - Chapter 48

“Can we talk?” Spencer asks as I pass by him.Chad, Lauren, and Poppy exchange a glance and tell me they will wait outside, and I’m thankful for it. I don’t want them to listen to this. They would bombard me with questions on our way home, and I’m not in the mood for it. I’m sure that not staying at Spencer’s house tonight is indicative enough that something is not right. Also, Lauren is the only one who still doesn’t know what happened, so it’s not like the damage control would be that exhausting. But if I could choose, I’d rather stay in silence the entire way.“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Spencer,” I tell him coldly. “I don’t want to say the wrong thing to you. Not tonight. Everything was a success, so it’s better to wait until I sleep it off,” I explain with sincerity.He opens and closes his mouth as if he wants to argue but decides against it.

The entire week goes by uneventfully. Every morning, I go to the bakery to work, leaving only when the sun has already set, and go back home to focus on my novel, which is miraculously halfway done by now.It is the only thing keeping me excited after my bitter argument with Spencer on Sunday. I haven’t talked to him at all since, and he hasn’t tried to contact me either. Not that I was expecting him to. He made it pretty obvious that he was mad and done with me when he walked away from me that night.Poppy, Lauren, and even Chad tried to snoop around, separately cornering me to see if I would blurt something out, but I wasn’t ready to tell them that I screwed everything up. In fact, I’m not ready to face the new reality of my life yet—that being that I have no idea if Spencer and I are still together.He didn’t break up with me—or at least not that I know of—but I need to try and fix this. However, I have no idea

We walk for a few minutes in silence as Spencer guides me to the back of the stage, away from prying eyes and the crowd at the festival. Surely, this isn’t the best place for us to have this conversation, but I couldn’t wait anymore, and Poppy also didn’t give much of a choice. I’m actually grateful that she forced me to do it because I don’t know if I would have done it by myself.Spencer and I walk between some trailers, and he nods at some people who recognize him—probably the production crew and some equipment technicians—but he doesn’t stop until we get to the wire fence that marks the terrain of the park. The day is colder than usual during this time of year, but thankfully, my oversized jacket is doing its job, protecting me from the wind. I’m already uncomfortable enough with this situation as it is. I don’t need the weather to make it worse.Spencer suddenly halts and turns to me, his arms crossed ove

TWO YEARS LATER…“Honey, aren’t you ready yet? We’re going to be late,” Spencer yells from the living room at the exact moment I finish buckling my shoe. Before I can reply, he shows up by the door, eyeing me up and down as I stand from the bed, straightening my flower print dress and wrapping a beige cardigan around myself. It’s still fall, but the wind is not merciful when the sun starts to set, so I don’t want to risk freezing to death when it’s nighttime.“You look… perfect. But are you sure you want to wear heels?” Spencer frowns as his eyes fall to my feet.I chuckle, walking toward him and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Baby, I’m pregnant, not injured. Besides, they are square toe heels, so I’ll hardly struggle with them.”That doesn’t seem to convince him, though. Ever since I told him I was