A/N Hola, y'all! Happy BetrAyer Day! Let's hope it turns out happy... Anyway, I've been writing this story pretty rapidly now, and it's been going super-duper speedy, so I've already begun a new series. It's an Ezria story and I'm still debating whether or not it'll be a multichapter fic or just a(n) [insert number of chapters here]-shot! And that will be up hopefully after this one is done, which sadly will be sometime in the next month or two. I know, I'm sad as well. But who knows, maybe I'll have enough ideas to write a sequel? Don't get too excited, I am a busy girl (in the non-skanky way). Please enjoy this (filler, sigh.) chapter and please, please, PLEASE review! Enjoy!

Disclaimer I do NOT own ANY PART of the PRETTY LITTLE LIARS franchise. GOT IT? Good.

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There are fancy cars and diamond rings, all sorts of shiny things,

but they all add up to nothing compared to you...love your baby girl

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It was Sunday night after Hanna's eventful birthday, and there was nothing better she could think to do than to crawl into bed with Caleb and have a hopefully nice, good night's rest.

That was until she saw the silver Porsche sitting idly in it's old usual spot in the Marins' driveway.

"Oh, my god!" she cried exasperatedly from the passenger's side of Caleb's sedan. Her fiancé whirled his head around, worried.

"What?"

"My dad's here." she said simply.

"Oh, I see." said Caleb back, just as simply. "Well, he hates me anyways, so I don't see why we can't go in and say hello."

Hanna sighed. "Babe, he doesn't hate you, he's just obviously not in the position to be your best friend right now."

"Hey, what happened to you being so morose over this, too?"

"If my father is here, that means Isabel is here, which meas Kate will be tagging along." she explained as she waited for Caleb to open her door.

"Yeah, because she has nothing better to do than feed off of her mother." he joked as he popped open the door and took her arm, helping her out of the low seat. "Besides, I don't see why everything has to be a competition between you. It's like the freaking Bitch-lympics or something! I don't see a reason to waste your breath."

"She's always been a bottom feeder, you know. She and her mother forced her first daddy to nearly kill himself, and now she wants mine all to herself. Like she deserves to be a Marin."

Their shoes clicked on the cobblestone as they walked to the front door. Caleb opened it all the way and nodded inside. "Ladies first."

"I hate you," she mumbled, stepping inside. Unfortunately her attempt at a quiet entrance was thrown off by the click of her riding boots on the wood floor. She was immediately the center of attention.

"Hanna!" Tom Marin cheered from the den where he and Isabel sat on the white couch. They were both sipping fine red wine, something she knew her mother was already hating.

"Hey, daddy." she greeted him with a meek wave. She looked over to his wife. "Isabel." the blonde woman's stringy hair sparkled in the light of the chandelier, exposing the streaks of grey that she had so desperately tried to dye over since Hanna was in the ninth grade. Clearly nothing was working for her.

"Oh, hello Hanna. You look...nice." she said smugly, sipping another gulp of wine.

Hanna rolled her eyes, shifting them over to the blonde of her same age, nervously pulling at the sleeve of her ugly knockoff Tommy Hilfiger sweater. "How are you, Kate?" she asked.

Kate barely made eye contact with her but answered quietly. "I'm fine, thank you."

Something was very off with her, Hanna had decided. She was honestly expecting Kate to bash her over being pregnant and ridicule her in front of everyone in the room. Hanna understatedly made eye contact with Ashley on the other sofa, who just shrugged and gave her the "it's been like this all night" look.

"So, Kate," Caleb began as he came to Hanna's side. She instantly reached for his hand. "How has equestrian at Rosewood Day been?"

Kate sat still, contemplating whether or not to answer Caleb. Then Tom, having no filter, spoke up for her. "Kate-y hasn't been uh, participating in these recent shows. Just some... medical conflict."

Hanna knew exactly what he was referring to when he mentioned the conflict, because it was the same way he had adressed her Aunt Hallie's addiction to pain killers three years ago.

She looked downward to Kate's ankle, and sure enough there was a big, chunky drug bracelet latched around it. Hanna never kept up with Kate, nor did she keep up with anything at Rosewood Day that didn't have anything to do with her friends, who weren't really equestrian-oriented either. She heard a silent crowd cheer in her head, and did a million back-flips in her mind. At least she's still got a clean drug and police record...so far.

"Oh, well that's just too bad." Ashley said through her nasally 'we win that round' tone. "Who's ready for dinner? I ordered Italian!" she announced as she stood from her seat and led everyone into the dining room where pans of Italian cuisine sat perfectly in the middle of the large mahogany table.

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After a quiet, filling meal, the extended family sat lazily around the table. Hanna and Caleb held each other's hands and whispered inside jokes into each other's ears, laughing giddily with each new crack.

Kate on the other hand sat stiffly in her seat, no doubt counting the minutes until they were allowed to leave the awkward prison.

"Hanna-kins," Tom interjected. "I brought your birthday present with me tonight. I meant to bring it by on Thursday night, but Kate had a meeting with her parole officer." Isabel rolled her eyes at Tom's obliviousness to how embarrassing what he had just uttered was. Hanna on the other hand was enjoying hearing all of these little secrets about her step-sister.

"Can I open it now?" she asked eagerly, making slight eye contact with Broody McBrooderson slumped next to Isabel, just to annoy them.

"Yes, you and Caleb stay here, I'll go get it!" he smiled and excused himself from the dining room.

"So, parole was it?" Ashley asked innocently as Tom exited the house.

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A minute later, Hanna's father entered back into the house. She could hear the faint sound of rolling against the floorboards and gasped when he came into view.

"Happy Birthday, Cupcake!" he exclaimed as he threw out his arms in pride at her gift.

Hanna nearly teared up. It was the most gorgeous, round crib that she'd ever laid eyes on. It was slick, black wood with little carvings at the top where two arches made a sort of dome-shape at the top. On the sides were little painted quotes from Peter Pan. One read "Dreams do come true, if only we wish hard enough. You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it."

Her favorite quote was at the top of the dome, it was the one that Tom would whisper to her as a baby, while she slept. "You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you. That's where I'll be waiting."

"Daddy, this is gorgeous!" Hanna beamed through her tears. She could not keep the tears from flowing down in a storm of salty tears. The crib was so beautiful, hand-painted and all. "You've made me the happiest daughter in the whole world. Thank you." she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He blushed. "You deserve it, Sweetheart. I'm so proud of how mature you have become. I'm so proud to call you my daughter."

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I know, I know. It was short. I apologize. Next chapter will be romantical. I wanted to focus on Tom and Hanna in this chapter, because I've been meaning to add something with him in it. And I hate Kate and Isabel, they are bitches who need to get over themselves. Clearly, I'm beating a dead horse, but I still have lots of Hanna feels for that photoshopped picture.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, I enjoyed writing it. Please review!