Although I do intend to continue with APrettyLittleChristmas this is another idea that I came up with while in work yesterday. This is in no way linked to A Pretty Little Christmas. Things which happen in this story are not directly linked to Haleb in my other fanfic.
Chapter One
When Past Becomes Present
"Harry sweetheart, it's time to go," Hanna called up the stairs to her 6 year old son. A beautiful blonde haired boy came running down the stairs to his mother, who was waiting with his school bag and lunch box, Harry took them, looking up at her with his dark brown eyes which were just like his fathers.
"Don't forget that Dad will be picking you up from school today," she reminded him,
Harry nodded,
"I won't."
Just then Mark followed Harry down the stairs. Hanna had met Mark only a year and a half before at The Grill, she had been in a rush to collect Harry from his fathers and came charging out of The Grill with her coffee, she had bumped into Mark and spilt the coffee, luckily missing him by inches. He had apologised and offered to buy her another, though Hanna has no time and so Mark had given her his card and suggested they meet another time. Hanna almost hadn't called him but had been persuaded by the girls. After 10 months of happily dating Mark has asked Hanna and Harry to move in with him and with Harry's permission that's what they did.
"You ready buddy?" Mark asked Harry, he nodded opening the door,
"Bye Mum," Harry said, Hanna bent down to kiss he son on the cheek,
"Have a good day at school," she told him,
"I will," he replied with a bright smile as he walked out.
Mark followed,
"See you later," he told Hanna,
"Bye honey," she replied and the two kissed goodbye.
Then Hanna was left alone for the day to sit in her office and draw up some designs for her new line.
Before she realised it, it was 7 o'clock. Mark called to say that the office was madness and he'd be working late, so Hanna decided that when Harry got home she would order take away for the two of them.
5 minutes later the doorbell rung, when Hanna answered it there stood Harry with a grand smile on his face,
"Mum! It was so cool! Dad took me to the bating range and I hit 3 balls right out of the park, didn't I Dad?" Harry said, turning to his father who was walking up the path behind him.
"You sure did," Caleb confirmed, ruffling his son's hair, Caleb smiled at Hanna,
"How've you been princess?" He asked. A shiver ran up Hanna's spine when he used his old nickname for her,
"Fine thanks," she replied,
"What about you?"
Caleb smiled,
"Yeah, really well actually," he told her,
"Oh?" She replied, interested in what 'really well' actually meant,
"Everything's running so smoothly there's no need for me to be in the office as much. Which means I can spend more time with Harry," he smiled again and so did Hanna, she didn't want her and Caleb's divorce to interfere with his and Harry's relationship.
"What's for dinner?" Harry piped up, Hanna smiled at him,
"Take away," she replied,
"So pick whatever you want," she told him.
"Can we go to eat and play?" Harry asked. Hanna nodded,
"If that's what you want," she added.
"And can Dad come too?" He asked.
Hanna was a little surprised at the request, but surely she could spend an hour or so in Caleb's company without any problems couldn't she? Caleb was looking at her, waiting for her permission to join them if he wanted too, while Harry looked at her hopefully,
"Well that's up to Dad," Hanna replied, Harry turned his hopeful look to Caleb.
Caleb was deciding the best way to respond, he wanted to go, of course he did, maybe a little too much,
"Sure," Caleb agreed smiling down at his son.
So they would go to eat and play.
The 3 of them.
Together.
Just like old times.