"You don't have to get me anything."

Every year, Caleb insists on this, and every year, Hanna gets him something anyway. Last year, it was a new software that he was raving about. This year, it's something much more meaningful.

Despite Caleb's best efforts, they haven't really spoken about the results of the pregnancy test. It's not that Hanna doesn't want to, because she does. It's that she doesn't know how to. But she'll put that aside for today and try her best, because she knows it's something she wants, and every deserves to have at least something they want on Christmas.

He's up earlier than usual this morning. By now, he knows what time Hanna's morning sickness usually hits, and he wants to surprise her with breakfast afterwards. He kisses her cheek and slips out from under the covers, and then heads to the kitchen to get started.

She's awake exactly five minutes later, nauseated as she always is at eight in the morning, and running to the toilet to vomit.

And once she's done, she rinses her mouth out and heads to the kitchen to find Caleb with an apron covering his plaid pajama bottoms and a full plate in each hand.

"What's this?" she asks curiously, moving even further into the room.

"Christmas breakfast," he replies, setting the plates down on the table. "I hope you're hungry."

"Caleb, you shouldn't have." She doesn't have a huge appetite right now, but she takes a seat at the table anyway. The food looks good, and she appreciates the effort.

"Can't I cook my favourite girl breakfast on Christmas?" He sits down across from her and starts cutting his pancakes. She does the same, but pauses and sets her silverware down.

He notices and pauses as well. "Everything alright?"

She nods. "Of course! I just... wanted to talk to you about something."

His brow is arched now, and he's leaning in a bit more. She takes the cue and continues. "Our thing."

He looks confused, so she adds, "Our baby."

At that, Caleb's facial expression changes drastically. Now, he looks much more understanding. Happier, even. Just as Hanna had hoped.

"What about it?"

"I've been thinking a lot about it lately... And even though this isn't what I had in mind..." She trails off, but she's smiling now, and so is he. "I think we should keep it."

"Really?" She nods. "Really. I'm starting to like the idea of having a mini-us running around."

"Well, that'll make what I'm about to do much easier." And now Hanna looks confused, and Caleb's still smiling, and reaching into his pajama pants pocket, and getting down on one knee.

At least, that's what Hanna would've liked to happen.


They're on their way to Rosewood to spend Christmas with Ashley and Pastor Ted. Caleb's at the wheel, and Hanna's curled up in the backseat with saltines and ginger ale within an arm's reach and her hand resting on her stomach.

Every now and then, Caleb will look over his shoulder to check on her, and she'll close her eyes and act like she's asleep. She wants to talk to him now, but she wants to save the discussion she has in mind for later. It'll be better that way.

But he catches her awake once, and her cover is blown. "You feeling alright?"

She shakes her head. "I'm still really nauseous."

Caleb's eyes are back on the road, but he his a sympathetic look on his face anyway. "We're almost there. Just twenty more minutes."

Hanna smiles at that and closes her eyes again. "Good." And she pretends to drift off again, even though she's actually listening to him hum along to the radio.

"I think we should tell your mom and Ted today." She sits up for the first time since they started driving. "What?"

He repeats himself. She agrees, but she has to play the part. "We aren't telling anyone today."

"Hanna, you're moody, you cry when people hug you, the smell of seafood makes you puke, and you're practically glued to that box of saltines. If we don't tell them, they're gonna find out anyway."

She sighs. All of what he's saying is true, but she doesn't want to ruin the surprise. "Can we at least wait until the first trimester is over? Besides, I'm not even sure if I want to keep it."

"Well, how am I supposed to know that, Han? Every time I try to talk about it with you, you change the subject."

Again, true. "I'm going back to sleep. Wake me up when we get there."

"There you go again."

"I can't hear you. I'm too busy sleeping."

"Alright, fine. Whatever."


They pull up to the Marin house about fifteen minutes later. Before Caleb can even turn off the car, Hanna's already out and at the door. That's the fastest Caleb's seen her move all month.

He gets the bags out of the trunk and heads up the walkway to the front steps, where Hanna and Ashley are waiting for him. The two women are already starting to catch up, and Ashley's going on about something she heard about what's left of the DiLaurentis family.

"Ashley," the male greets, setting down one of the bags, freeing his arm so he could wrap it around Ashley's shoulders. Hanna disappears into the house, presumably to go see what her mother and the pastor are cooking for the evening. Caleb notices and follows her, shooting the old woman an apologetic look on his way in. He's obviously over their little spat in the car.

Ted's in the kitchen waiting for them, chopping vegetables and tending to whatever's cooking on the stove. "Can I get you guys anything?" the man asks, setting down the knife and wiping his hands on a kitchen towel. By now, Ashley's joined them in the kitchen, and is checking on the ham that's cooking in the oven. Caleb looks at Hanna, who shakes her head. "No thanks." She pulls the box of saltines out of her purse and shakes it once for emphasis.

That's enough to catch Ashley's attention. Her daughter's never been one to turn down food. "You feeling alright?" Hanna nods. "I'm saving room for dinner." And cue the disapproving look from Caleb.

"We should get settled..." he says, changing the subject. Hanna nods. "And I could use a nap. We can catch up some more later, right?" Ashley and Ted exchange confused glances, but Ashley agrees. "Dinner should be done in about two hours... I was hoping we could watch your favourite Christmas movies in the meantime, but we can do that after dinner as well."

Hanna nods again. "Of course!" Caleb picks up the bag again, following Hanna's lead as they head up the steps to her old room.

Once they're inside and the door is closed, the car conversation resumes. "I really do think we should tell them tonight."

Hanna crawls into bed, ignoring his words. He follows suit, setting the bags down at the foot of the bed first.

"Han."

"I'm not telling them anything today."

"They're gonna find out eventually. Did you see the look your mom gave you?"

"Not today."

He tries to wrap his arms around her, but she pushes him away. "What's your problem?"

"You keep pushing this, even though you know I don't want to talk about it."

"You can't keep ignoring this! The longer we put this off—"

"Caleb, drop it. I'm going back to sleep."

That's the last straw for Caleb. He's running out of patience quickly, and needs to get away before he says something he'll regret.

"I'm going out. Tell Ashley and Ted not to wait up."

"Babe—"

"See you later, Hanna." And he's out the door. Hanna lays back on the bed with her hands over her face. If she's really quiet, which she is, she can hear Caleb plodding down the stairs, opening and closing the front door, and tearing out of the driveway.


Two hours have passed, and Ashley, Hanna, and Ted are sitting around the table, waiting. Ted's already blessed the food... twice, and Ashley's giving Hanna the third degree about Caleb's whereabouts.

All Hanna can do is shrug and say that she doesn't know. She really doesn't know.

But Toby knows, and so does Spencer. As of right now, Caleb's spending the holiday with them. He's on his third beer now, despite Spencer's warning to take it easy, and it probably isn't his last one for the night.

He's already told them about the situation; everything about the situation. The higher the blood-alcohol level, the looser the lips.

Toby's urging him to head back to the Marins'. He realizes he isn't happy with his girlfriend right now, but it's Christmas, and she's carrying his child. Caleb seems to agree, but insists on having another drink before he goes. In the meantime, Spencer's texting Hanna to come get him. She's seen how much the man has already had to drink, and isn't too keen on letting him out on the road.

On the other side of town, the Marins and Pastor Ted are starting to fix their plates. Dinner's starting to get cold, and there's no sign of Caleb, so it only makes sense. Hanna's rather reluctant to take anything. She doesn't have a huge appetite, and she's feeling a bit nauseated anyway. However, to keep up appearances, she helps herself to a few rolls and some ham.

There's a palpable sense of awkwardness in the room. Ashley wants to ask about Caleb, but she knows better. Ted doesn't know enough about Hanna to pull a topic out of thin air. But neither of them want to spend their Christmas dinnertime sitting in silence.

"So, how are things back in New York?" Ted questions, breaking the silence after about five minutes.

Hanna has to think about that for a moment. Other than the obvious, it's been pretty slow. She and Caleb haven't even been on a date since they found out. She doesn't work, so she doesn't have any work-related stories. There's really nothing to say.

"Good," is all she says. Her mother and the pastor look at her expectantly, seeking elaboration. She has none.

"Well, how was the ride here?" Ashley asks, grabbing a roll for herself.

"Not bad. I slept through most of it though."


A good thirty minutes have passed, and they're out of questions now, so Ashley and Ted start to make conversation with each other, hoping Hanna will find something she can jump in on. But she's not paying attention anymore. She's checking her texts, and once she sees the ones Spencer sent her, she asks to be excused from the table.

Ashley shoots her a questioning glance, and the blonde begins to explain that she's going to pick Caleb up and will need to borrow the car, but is interrupted by the sound of her ringtone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, may I please speak to Miss Hanna Marin?"

Hanna doesn't recognize the voice, so she's a bit hesitant with her response. "This is she."

"Miss Marin, there's been an accident involving a Mr. Caleb Rivers. We need you to come down to the Rosewood Memorial Hospital right away."

"Y-yes. Of course... Thank you."

Ashley and Ted share a worried glance. Hanna looks like she's seen a ghost.

"Is everything alright?" Ashley asks, once Hanna hands up the phone.

Hanna shakes her head, and the frightened expression has yet to leave her face.

"Caleb's been in an accident."


Author's note: I meant to finish this over my winter break, but there was too much going on. Anyway, what do you think of this chapter? I know it's not as long as the other ones, and there was a lot of Haleb angst this time around, but I promise things will get better soon!