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Hanna's POV

"He's perfect," I whispered, staring at my brand new baby boy. "He has your nose."

I looked at my fiancée, who looked as if he was on the verge of joyful tears. A broad smile was plastered on his face. "And he has your eyes, Hanna," he responded. "What are we going to name him?"

I smiled. "Caleb Michael Rivers II," I replied. "After you."

I sat up in bed breathing heavily. This was the same dream I had dreamed every night since Caleb left. I groaned and got up to get myself a midnight snack. Why couldn't I stop thinking about him? He was the past! Nothing more, nothing less. I tip-toed down the stairs and walked to the fridge, pulling out some 97% fat-free low calorie ham to make myself a sandwich on whole wheat bread. What? I have to keep my figure some how! As I was closing the door a voice came from behind me.

"What are you doing up?"

I screamed from the sudden sound of my mother's voice and dropped the lunch meat.

"Mom! I just... couldn't sleep," I confirmed.

"Oh. Are you still thinking about him?" Caleb wasn't 'Caleb' any more. He was 'him', 'he', and 'his'.

I nodded and felt the tears emerging from my eyes. "Mmm-hmm," was all I could get out.

"Aw, baby. I'm so sorry," my mom said softly, pulling me in for a hug. I cried into her arms, glad that she was around to comfort me. When I was done I smiled at her and walked back up to my room, forgetting about the sandwich.

My phone chimed.

Poor widdle Hanna-Banana, all alone without a man by her side. Trust me, Caleb didn't do anything wrong. Jenna did. Bet you wish you listened to him, huh? Have fun fixing your broken heart, if that is even possible. Kisses form me, and not from Caleb! -A

I threw her phone at the wall. Caleb did do something wrong, didn't he? I crawled back into my bed, drifting of to sleep for more dreaming about Caleb and the future we could of had.

Caleb's POV

I sent the 14th text to Hanna since two hours ago. Why wasn't she replying? Granted, it was 3:45 in the morning. I groaned at shifted in my hotel bed. I was so sorry. All of my texts said pretty much the same thing: Did you ever get my letter? I promise Hanna, I stopped spying right when I knew there was something going on between us. I love you, Hanna, with everything I have.

I missed her so much. Why did I do something so stupid? I wanted to cry I hurt so much. I fell asleep with a broken heart.

The next morning I texted, called, and emailed Hanna again. And again and again and again. Still no reply. Her phone was off. I wanted to scream in frustration. I hated myself.

H's POV

I woke up Saturday and decided to call Aria. I needed to vent. I searched around my room for it when I remembered. I threw it at my wall. I walked over to where I had thrown it to find my phone broken on the floor. "Shit," I muttered.

I drove down to AT&T to get a new one. As soon as I paid for it I ripped the SIM chip out and put it in the new phone. '19 new messages' it said. 19? What the crap? I opened my inbow to see who they were from. 1 from Spencer, one of my best friends, and 18 from... Caleb. I wanted to read them but decided not to. I had to stay angry.

Driving home my phone chimed again. Caleb. That was it. I ripped my phone out of my bag and read each one. My heart hurt and tears started pouring from their ducts. Did he really love me? What letter? I was so confused.

I dialed his number several times before finally clicking the "Call" button.

C's POV

I was eating at McDonald's when my ancient phone started ringing. I looked at the name. Hanna. I almost spit the burger I was chewing onto the table but I chewed it quickly and swallowed harshly instead. I flipped my phone open faster than you can say 'I love Hanna.'

"Hanna? You finally called!" I said, excitement coursing through my veins.

"Yeah. We need to talk, Caleb. About a lot of things." Her voice was cold and hard through the other line. I knew my Hanna, though. It was just an act.

"Okay. First, I'm really really really really sorry," I said, almost begging for forgiveness.

"I know."

"D-do you... forgive me?"

Chapter 2 should be up by tomorrow! Please review!