A/N: Hey, what's up peoples? Before you shoot me 'cause I disappeared into my evil lair to plot world domination, (I'm kidding... Or am I? Mwahaha...), let me first just say I'm sorry for not updating quickly! Oh, and my Secrets Don't Stay Buried readers, you know this already, but for the rest of you- I'm completely open to ANY ideas for any of my stories, and I will try my best to sneak it in :)

Disclaimer: I don't own PLL, or Maya would still be here, Paige would stop being so horny for Emily, there'd be more Haleb, Ezria would be happy ever after and Spoby would pwn A with their adorable awesomeness as a couple... Good dream though, huh?

Hanna POV

"Caleb!" I called impatiently, tapping my foot clad in a black high heel. It clacked against the wood floors of the foyer. "I have to drop in to work! Its your turn to take the little dog in the blue dress for a walk!"

"Woof!" Arrianie barked and giggled from beside me, shaking her blond curls back and forth. She was prancing around me in a baby blue dress embroidered with flowers that Spencer had bought her last Christmas, waiting for the trip I promised her to the park. Caleb was upstairs with Toby helping him to finish the surprise renovations on our master bedroom.

"I know you can hear me!" I called out impatiently. "And I swear I'll give birth to another one if you're not down here in five, four, three-"

Caleb bounded quickly down the steps, wearing only a worn muscle shirt with a hole at the abs and faded jeans splattered with beige paint. I chuckled as I watched him. Before, when I was first pregnant with Arrianie, he just grew accustomed to buying and fetching me loads of Chunky Monkey, and that put muscle on him let me tell you. He was obviously thinking of repeating the experience, and not liking the idea much. The ice cream part, I mean, not Arrianie. And don't go and judge, its the same thing as Aria and her fudge brownie obsession. You just gotta obey pregnant women.

"So I'm the one taking her to the park?" Caleb asked in his sexy, gravelly voice that just hadn't changed in seven years.

"Wich park, Dadsy?" My baby asked, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. I laughed at the nickname like I always did. Arrianie had heard me call him that as a joke once when she was two, and she picked it up instead of just 'Daddy'. Even at four years old, she still used it.

"The dog park!" I teased, barking.

"Nuh-uh, Mommy." She shook her head exasperatedly. "You awe just silly. Dadsy knows I don't pway in doggy parks."

Caleb picked her up quickly, making her giggle as he held her high in the air. "Oh really then? Maybe we should go to the doggy park just to prove you wrong! Your Mommy has to be right!"

"No, no, no!" Arrianie squealed. "Pwease! Put my feet daown!"

"Nuh-uh!" Caleb teased as he slung her carefully onto his shoulder and I looked on proudly. "You're coming with me, little miss! Say bye to Mommy and blow her a kiss!"

Arrianie blew a giant pink raspberry at me. "Buh-bye Mommy! Don't miss me, I be back soon! Dadsy got me!"

"Bye, baby!" I called as they disappeared down the sunfilled street to the local park. Toby quietly came down the stairs behind me, wiping his hands on a rag that looked semi-clean.

"Crazy, huh?" He commented, looking out of the empty doorway.

"Yeah..." I trailed off. "My little baby's growing up."

There was a comfortable pause. "Can I ask you something?" Toby started nervously, putting the gray rag down onto the mahogany table just inside the entryway.

"As long as it doesn't have to do with you ever cheating on Spencer or leaving her- in which case I will make sure you have no balls anymore," I added, "feel free to shoot away."

He chuckled. "You scare me sometimes."

"Don't we all know it." I shot back, showing my white smile in victory.

"What's it like, being a new parent?"

"Well," I started dryly, not exactly surprised. "You won't want to see another diaper in your lifetime, believe me."

Toby snorted at my twisted humour. "Is there anything you really have to know? Like, the universal new parent code?"

"Yes, actually." I told him. "Know where every sweets aisle is in every supermarket in Rosewood!"

Now we were both cracking up, louder than before.

"That was good." Toby acknowledged humbly, wiping a tear from his blue eye and grabbed his brown worn jacket. "Anyways, I gotta run. There's a client that needs me in thirty minutes so I need to head home to change."

"You go have fun designing where people live, and I'll go design what they wear!" I called as he started that old truck Spencer bought him in high school and he still kept, and pulled out of the driveway.

I closed the front door to properly examine myself in the mirror in the hallway. With my light blonde hair curled artfully down the side of my pale neck and chest overtop my black Armani women's pantsuit, I supposed I looked fashionable enough to walk into work and be recognized as the owner. My clothing store that Caleb bought me for our sixth anniversary was just around the corner of Fife Lane, where our modern Victorian house was, which was extremely convenient. Don't Tell was the name I chose years ago for a reason, and I sometimes used Aria for my guru in designing the new item lineup. Before her, I would not have ever guessed that leopard print and zebra print could ever live together on one shirt. Its a really long story.

I took one last deep breath before I gathered up my black purse I designed myself, and turned the bronze lock on the door. I wasn't expecting to gasp in shock though.

The blonde girl stood before me in an unflattering short green dress with her hand poised to knock. Her pink mouth opened in an O when she saw me standing right there.

Kate.

"H-Hi Hanna," Kate stuttered carefully, bringing her perfectly manicured hand back down. "I just, well-"

"What are you doing here?" I cut her off, my voice faltering a bit at the end. The last time that I'd seen her was when she was in the Rosewood General Hospital. It had come out in school that she was the sender of the scandalous picture and from what I heard, she had been bullied. Badly. She ended up signing her name on a suicide note and taking one too many prescription pills. She didn't succeed, obviously, but the try still shook me.

"I never said that," she took a deep breath, "that I was sorry for-" She broke off suddenly and changed tactics. "Can we start over again?"

A/N: Gasp! Drama! What will Hanna say? Will she reach out to Kate? Does Kate really want to start over again? Will I ever finish this AN? Lol.

Also, a discussion Q- I think Spencer's dad shot Ian (in the show) and A made up the confession note. What do you think?

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