Hanna cradled her whimpering son in her arms as she attempted to bustle through the busy airport. Thousands of people were huddled into the Parisian airport and the noise was unbelievable; it didn't help when you had a 9 week old baby trying to sleep. The blonde quickly glanced behind her to check Emily, Malia and the luggage were still in tow and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw they were only a few meters behind. Finally making it to the check-in desk, she handed Rocky to Emily, and began unloading the cases from the cart. Hanna knew it would be stressful to travel with 2 children, but she figured since Emily was helping, it wouldn't be that bad. It turns out she was wrong. Very wrong.

An hour later, Hanna was wandering around Duty Free with a whining Malia clinging onto her hand. The 5 year old was begging for some candy but was being told no. Even when Hanna reminded her she had chocolate in her carry- on, it didn't stop the pleas for more food. Hanna knew she shouldn't give in, but the pout her daughter was giving her was irresistible.

"Okay, fine. But only a small packet, alright?" The blonde was dragged over to the candy section and made to hold all of Malia's favorite kinds so she could choose which one she wanted. It was hard work. After 10 minutes of debating, the young child had finally chosen and Hanna was able to join Emily and Rocky back in the waiting area.

"I hate flying with kids," Hanna groaned as she collapsed onto the chair. Emily chuckled, before handing the baby over to his mother. "Why do you and your sister have to be such hard work?" She said, holding Rocky under his arms. He gurgled away to himself contentedly and wasn't fazed by the loud voice that bellowed through the airport, announcing the flight was ready for boarding. Hanna sighed and positioned the infant in the left arm, so her right could carry her huge carry-on. Emily grabbed Malia's hand and pulled her through the crowds of people, wary of the fact she was only 5 and had a tendency to run off.

As the pair, armed with Malia and Rocky, took their seats on the American Airlines plane, Hanna muttered, "I swear to God this trip better be worth it."

"I'm sure it will be," Emily replied. "I mean, you get to see your fiancé for the first time in 5 weeks. That's got to be worth something, right?"

"I suppose so. I've missed him so much, you don't even know."

"Yeah I do, Han. I've had to hear it every day for the last month. In fact, I didn't know it was possible to miss someone so much until I saw how much you missed him." Emily rolled her eyes when Hanna replied by flipping her off. "You have got to stop doing that. Malia's going to pick up on it soon."

The blonde shrugged and looked at her daughter. Malia was playing with her mother's keys which she had managed to steal from her purse, and she didn't even know what Hanna had just done. She ruffled the child's blonde locks and couldn't help but smile: her daughter was just so damn adorable! As she was about to say something to Malia, Rocky decided it would be a good time to make his presence known and let out a loud wail. The plane hadn't even taken off yet and he was already crying. This was going to be a long flight.

12 hours later, the plane finally landed in Los Angeles, California. Hanna rested Rocky in her arms, and slowly made her way into the airport, with Emily and Malia following. The second she stepped into the baggage claim area, she spotted the one face she was dying to see.

Despite having Rocky in her arms, Hanna ran up to Caleb and wrapped her one free arm around his neck. Caleb squeezed his fiancee tight, lifting her off the ground. For weeks, he had been wanting to see her beautiful face, breathe in her flowery scent and hug her perfect body.

"I missed you so fucking much," Caleb breathed as he kissed the top of her head. When Rocky started sniffling, Hanna pulled away, grinning. Caleb took the infant from his mother's arms and cradled him in his own. "And you little buddy."

"Daddy!" At that point, Malia had seen her parents reuniting and bounded over. Caleb knew what was coming and gave Rocky back to Hanna. Malia threw herself into Caleb's open arms and wrapped her own around his neck, just like Hanna had done. Hanna couldn't help but beam when she saw the bond the two had; it was undeniable. The blonde had never felt so lucky in her entire life; Caleb was an amazing father, better than she had ever imagined.

Emily suddenly appeared, pushing a cart full of suitcases. Caleb noticed the struggle she was having pushing such a heavy thing, and immediately took over. "Here, let me take that for you." The raven haired woman smiled in response and gave him a quick hug. "Right, we better get going!" Caleb bent down and tickled Malia's stomach, causing her to squeal. He heaved her up and positioned her on his shoulders; Malia's smile grew wider and wider as she felt as if she were on the top of the world.

The group made it to Caleb's hire car, a black Land Rover, and piled in. It was only 12 o'clock here in LA, but considering she was still living on Paris times, Malia was shattered and fell asleep at the beginning of the journey. Her head fell onto Emily's lap, and Emily began stroking her loose blonde curls. Hanna was in the front and her hand never left Caleb's. She was making it awfully difficult to drive. Their first stop was reasonably far away; it was back to Emily's apartment to drop her off. For the past 2 months, she had been living with Hanna, and originally planned to leave after the second week – like the other girls did – but delayed her flight when Caleb was sent to California for a short job. Since then, she had never organized another flight home but when Hanna announced she was going to visit Caleb, the former swimmer decided it would be a good time to leave Paris.

"Here we go, Em," Caleb said, pulling up in front of her apartment building. Emily carefully and cautiously lifted Malia's head from her lap and gently moved it to the opposite side, so it was leaning against the window, before getting out. Hanna opened her car door, stepped out, and fell into Emily's arms. She had been Hanna's rock since Caleb had to leave; she didn't know what she would do without her.

"I'm going to miss you so much." Hanna wiped a tear from her cheek and smiled weakly. "Make sure to call every day, okay? And you know you can always come and stay with us. Please come and stay with us," she said, laughing uneasily.

"Han, I'm going to see you on Wednesday," Emily answered, chuckling. The pair had decided to have coffee before Hanna's flight on Thursday, which was 6 days away, but the blonde couldn't help but feel this was their goodbye. "Ugh, come here." She pulled Hanna in for one last hug before speeding off to see Paige inside her apartment.

As Hanna slowly got back inside the car, Caleb's heart broke. He knew how hard it had been for her to leave her friends in America. Plus, she hardly ever saw them because they lived over 5000 miles away. That was why he so excited she was coming to visit him in LA: he could finally tell her the good news.

The car ride back to Caleb's was awkward, but not awkward because of an argument, but awkward because Hanna was so upset. They finally arrived in Anaheim Hills, where Caleb had been staying, and Hanna carefully unloaded her daughter from her car seat.

With Malia collapsed onto her, Hanna slowly made her way inside Caleb's apartment. He had been given in by the company he was working for – considering his job was 3 months long, they thought they had the courtesy to give him an apartment to sleep in – and Hanna was actually pretty impressed by the size. Her expectations were pretty low; she figured there would be one small box bedroom, a tiny kitchen and space for a couch. But in fact, there were 2 reasonably sized bedrooms, a good sized living room and a large kitchen.

"Wow," Hanna whispered. "This is pretty impressive. Where should I put Lia?"

"Give her here." Caleb gently took Malia and carried her through to the spare room that contained a small bed he had put up for her. Meanwhile, Hanna grabbed Rocky from his car seat and began cooing at the gurgling infant. His beautiful brown eyes glistened in the living rooms lighting, and Hanna's mind immediately produced a baby picture she had seen of Caleb back when she was 17. The couple had gone to visit Jamie, who at that point was thought to be Caleb's uncle, and Hanna was given the picture to give to Caleb. It was the spitting image of Rocky. Caleb reappeared from the bedroom and shuffled over to the refrigerator and proceeded to open it up. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really. We got food on the plane." Hanna stood up and placed Rocky back in his car seat so she could join Caleb. She sneaked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his muscular chest. "I missed you so much. I wish you didn't have to stay here. I want you to come home."

Caleb spun around and took a hold of Hanna's hands. He dragged her over to the couch and sat her down, him to the right. "I actually need to talk to you about that."

The blonde began thinking the worst and started panicking. "Have they extended the job? Are they sending you somewhere else? Have you been fired?" Thoughts kept popping into her head and she kept blurting them out.

"Babe, calm down. I haven't been fired. It's kind of the opposite, in fact," Caleb said, reassuringly placing his hand on Hanna's. A confused expression spread across her face. "I've been offered a permanent job…here."

"Here as in LA?"

"No, here as in Timbuktu. Yes here as in LA."

"They've offered you a job here?"

Caleb nodded, and Hanna's jaw dropped. "Well, not here here. The actual job is in Hollywood working for Apple." Hanna's jaw dropped even more at the word Hollywood.

"You've got a job in Hollywood? Oh my God, this is crazy. You have a job in Hollywood."

"I'm glad we've established I have a job in Hollywood. Can we discuss what we're going to do?"

Hanna's widened eyes reverted to their original size and her gaping mouth shut abruptly as the news sunk in. "What do you mean?"

"I mean moving from Paris to Hollywood is a pretty big move. Are you up for that?"

"Hell yeah I'm up for it. Anyway, we moved from New York to Paris, what makes this so different?"

"Well, we created a life over there. Malia started kindergarten, you got a job, it's all Rocky knows. That's a lot to throw away."

Hanna pondered for a moment, Caleb's comment running through her head. "I suppose. But oh my God, this is fucking Hollywood. Who doesn't want to live in Hollywood?"

Caleb let out a chuckle, but his face turned serious again. "It isn't just about the location. You'd have to find another job, Malia would have to enroll at another kindergarten."

"That's not such a big deal. Hey, maybe I could open up a business. I've always wanted to own my own fashion store. Or maybe I could get a job on a set as a costume designer. That'd be pretty fun."

What seemed like hours more of discussing, Caleb and Hanna had finally come to a decision that suited everyone. Hanna would take Malia and Rocky home earlier than originally planned – they'd be leaving on Sunday instead of Thursday – to get a head start on packing. Caleb would find a rented apartment they could stay in until they found the perfect house, and in a few weeks' time, Hanna and the kids would fly out to be with him. It was all perfectly planned…

A/N - so this is the first chapter to the sequel obviously. im going to try and make the chapters in this story longer than the chapters in the other. make sure to review, follow and favorite! i hope you enjoy it!