Honestly, thank you so much for the most beautiful reviews on the last chapter of this story. So many of you asked for an epilogue, so here is one final treat for you all.

Guest ~ yes, five years is definitely enough for a precious little Haleb baby...

Enjoy...

Epilogue: Twenty One

Caleb Rivers sighed as he relaxed back on the sofa in his trailer. He'd been up at 3am and after trying to get back to sleep to grab a couple more hours of shut eye like he should have done, he'd decided it was probably easier to make sure he had everything he needed for the day before heading straight to the studio so that he could try and wrap his scenes as early as possible.

He hated not being at home at the moment, but there were reshoots that had to be done and he couldn't exactly get out of it, having filmed the rest of the movie already. He'd signed on to do an adaptation of a psychological thriller that had topped the New York Times bestseller's list and it had a lot of money behind it; the studio wanted to see a return and he was there to deliver that. If they wanted reshoots, they'd get their reshoots.

The film had taken him and Hanna to Sweden for two months whilst they'd shot on location. Hanna had been excited – it was the first big project he'd agreed to do since they'd gotten married a few months earlier and she saw it as a bit of an elongated honeymoon after their two weeks in Turks and Caicos. It had felt incredible to be away from the spotlight of Los Angeles and the scrupulous flashes of the paparazzi who seemed to follow them everywhere.

But in their last week there Hanna had been sick constantly and all she'd wanted to do was go home. They both thought she'd had a bug and that it would pass, but after a week back in LA with no let up, Caleb had forced her to go to the doctor and get herself checked out. That was when they'd found out that Sweden hadn't just given them time away from Hollywood to bask in the post-marriage glow, it had given them the most perfect surprise that had turned their lives upside down in the best possible way.

Etta Linnea Rivers.

She was the reason he'd been up at 3am and she was the reason he wanted nothing more than to finish his reshoots right now.

He stood up and moved over to the rocker in the corner of his trailer that had toys littered around it and rolled his eyes slightly. His wife was obsessed with things looking picture perfect – he guessed that's why she was really good at her job – and all the toys were part of the same colour scheme as the rocker that had taken Hanna six months to pick out. Still though, a small part of him did have to admit that everything seemed to blend together perfectly.

He picked up a couple of the toys and placed them in the seat just as a knock came at the door. "Yep?" He yelled, moving towards his sofa.

"Hey," Devon smiled as she walked in, "You left this behind," She said, handing him his script.

"Thanks," He said, taking it from her and heading back towards the couch, "I'm not supposed to see you until later," He raised an eyebrow at her as she pulled a bag out from behind her back.

"I know," She said, "But I was with Susie going over the interview for this afternoon and there was some stuff she wanted me to give you," She explained, dumping the bag on the table, "And…" She trailed off, reaching into her handbag.

"Dev, no," Caleb groaned, throwing his head back in disbelief as she pulled out a familiar looking bag.

"It wasn't me," Devon handed him the perfectly tied bag before throwing her hands up defensively, "Susie can't come this afternoon, so it's a sorry present."

Caleb rolled his eyes and opened up the bag, "A sorry present would be for me," He said, moving the tissue paper out of the way, "This," He held up a white onesie with a pair of tiny pink angel wings on the back, "Is for Tali."

"You're not allowed to call her that," Devon took a seat and pulled out her phone as it buzzed, "And, you're welcome."

"I'm pretty sure I can call her what I want," He muttered, flicking through the script to the last page he'd dog-eared, "And I'm pretty sure I heard you calling her that too."

"You're grumpy when you don't get to see her," Devon remarked, looking up from her phone. "You better cheer up for your interview this afternoon."

"I will," He sighed, reaching for his phone, touching the screen as a picture of Hanna on her side in their bed, stroking Etta's cheek as they cuddled in the morning, lit up his background. "I don't like not getting to see my girls in the morning."

Devon rolled her eyes – he could really whine when he wanted to – but she could sympathize as well. Ever since Caleb had met Hanna, his priorities had changed and work was definitely no longer number one. And since Etta had come into the world, that had just become even more obvious, "Lucky for you, your AD just told me you're free to go."

"Really?" He looked at her hopefully.

"Yeah," Devon smiled at him, trying not to laugh as he jumped up and started to pack his things up straight away. "Only a couple more days."

"I know," Caleb looked over his shoulder, "I can't wait."

Caleb grinned as he used his key to let himself in to Hanna's downtown LA studio. After Spencer had named dropped her in every interview at the LA Chains of Fire premiere, Hanna had suddenly found herself being inundated with requests for her styling services. It had taken a while, but she now felt she had the perfect group of select clientele who trusted her completely. Still, there'd come a point where Caleb's living area couldn't take another wardrobe explosion and Hanna, with more than a little pushing from Caleb, finally decided to take the plunge and rent her own studio. That had been almost three years ago and now the cosy studio felt like a second home.

"Etta," He heard a familiar voice say sweetly, "Do you like my dress?"

"She's three months old, Spence," He interrupted, making his presence known as he walked into the main room.

"Oh hi Caleb," Spencer rolled her eyes as Hanna stood up from the dress she was altering.

"Hi," Caleb grinned, heading straight for Hanna, "Hey baby," He murmured, pulling her into his arms and pressing a tender kiss against her lips.

"Hey back," She whispered, her smile lifting her entire face as she connected their lips again. "We missed you this morning," She pouted, letting go of him so that he could go and love on the wide-awake bundle who was more than content in the baby rocker that Hanna had set up on a fluffy rug.

"Did you?" He said gently at Etta, "Did you miss me?" He asked, cradling her head as he brought her into his arms.

"She's 3 months old," Spencer mimicked him as Hanna encouraged her back slightly to take a picture.

"You say that," Hanna started, taking a couple of shots with her normal camera before grabbing her Polaroid, "But, she smiles more when Caleb's here."

"She's smiling?" Spencer asked excitedly, looking longingly at Etta as Caleb sat himself down on a beanbag and cradled her on his chest.

"Yep," Hanna grinned, watching the pair of them, "She started just after you disappeared to Paris for two weeks," She said, unable to resist moving over to them to press a kiss against Etta's head. "Babe, you wanna strip?" She asked Caleb, running a hand through his hair, "We've gotta be at Ellen for 3 and I wanna make sure your clothes are still okay."

"Sure," He agreed, placing Etta back in her bouncer so that he could pull his t-shirt off.

The baby cried angrily, her face scrunching up as she realised she wasn't getting the warmth and comfort that a body provided anymore. "Hey," Hanna stroked her belly, trying not to give in. "That rocker was comfy until Daddy got here," She said. She couldn't take it a moment longer and picked her up, feeling love and warmth as the three-month-old immediately quietened and settled on Hanna's chest.

"She is such a diva," Spencer laughed, reaching out to let Etta wrap her hand around her finger.

"She gets daily presents," Hanna shot Spencer a knowing look, giving her back to Caleb who was standing there in his jeans itching to get his hands back on his baby girl. "And she's used to getting what she wants because somebody," She looked at Caleb, "Won't put her down."

"How's she been today?" Caleb ignored her, slowly running his hand up and down Etta's back as she rested contently on his chest.

"Better," Hanna reassured him as she moved to hang up a dress, "But she threw up half her breakfast."

"Did you feed her again after?" He asked with concern, cupping the back of the baby's head as she gurgled against him. "Hi," He grinned and murmured, ducking his head to catch Etta's gaze.

"I tried," Hanna pouted and moved to help Spencer with the top of her zip before she disappeared off to get changed, "But she just cried until we gave up and she slept." She could sense his unhappiness and walked over to the pair of them, "She hasn't thrown up her lunch," She reassured him, kneeling down next to him before she pressed a kiss against his shoulder. "She'll be fine."

"I know," Caleb sighed, "I just want to be with you guys to know for myself," He looked at her as Etta continued to babble away on his chest, focusing on Hanna's face.

"That's why your diary is empty after your reshoots are finished," She said, running a hand through his hair, "And I've only got a couple more fittings this week, so we can be at home."

"Let's go to Rosewood," He suggested, kissing the crown of Etta's head. "I want to get out of here for a bit."

"Okay," Hanna agreed, ducking down to nuzzle her nose against Etta's cheek, "But you do realise that my Mom will just try and hog her, right?"

"No she won't."

"Yes," She whispered as shook her head at him, leaning up to press a gentle kiss against his lips, "She will."

"What's the occasion?" Spencer interrupted as came back out in her normal clothes and nodded at the gift from Susie that Caleb had put on the side.

"Susie can't come to Ellen," Caleb rolled his eyes as Hanna pushed herself and moved over to the bag, "So it's supposed to be a sorry present," He settled back, "But I don't see how it's really for me."

"Oh," Hanna gasped as she pulled out a Marie-Chantal bag, "Look Etta," She said, moving over to the bag and starting to open it, "Aunt Susie got you an outfit from Mommy's favourite shop," She whispered. "Literally, this material is so soft," Hanna muttered to herself, pulling out a white onesie and holding it up.

"Turn it around," Caleb told her, moving Etta in his arms so that her back was against his chest and she could see what was going on.

"Oh," Hanna gasped again, reaching a hand up to touch the two pink lined baby angel wings that were sewn onto the back.

"Oh my God it's so cute," Spencer pouted, reaching a hand out to touch the material. "I want a baby just so I get presents like this."

"Wedding first," Hanna grinned.

"Can I hold her again before I have to go?" The brunette asked, wiggling her fingers at Caleb.

"You can change her if you want," Hanna suggested, moving around the room towards the area she liked to call her baby bathroom. She hadn't anticipated coming back to work so soon after she'd had Etta, but... It didn't ever feel like work and she knew that everyone she worked with would absolutely adore her baby girl; they were her friends, not her clients. Plus, it meant got to spend her days surrounded by 2 of her 3 favourite things: clothes and her precious daughter. And when Caleb stopped by, well, she really did feel wholly content.

"Etta," Caleb tried to grab her attention, "What's Mama got?" He stroked her belly as she tried to respond with a mixture of garbled noises. Caleb laughed, kissing the hair that lightly covered her head. "That's right, you love clothes as much as Mama."

"You are such a sucker," Spencer shook her head at him before refusing to wait any longer and stealing the baby from his arms. He looked put out, but let Hanna show Spencer what she had to do to change her before his wife diverted all her attention to him.

"You ready?" She asked him, holding her hand out to intertwine their fingers as she led him back to her dressing area.

"I really love when you undress me in here," He murmured in her ear, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as she reached for the top of his sweats.

She tilted her head up and grinned at him, fiddling with the material that was resting on his hips. He leant down and kissed her, his lips caressing hers slowly as they stood there and made out. His hand moved up to her jaw, cupping it gently with his thumb and encouraging her to tilt her head slightly. He smiled against her mouth, pulling back for a moment to take in the content look on her face as she kept her eyes shut and lips pouted, before he delved back in and pushed his lips against hers again.

"Erm, guys," Spencer yelled, interrupting them and forcing them to pull apart.

"Yeah?" Caleb's voice was strangled as he fought to regain his breath and act normal.

"There's poop everywhere."

"Crap," Hanna mumbled, "Your clothes are there," She nodded at the outfit she'd hung up on the wall, stealing one more kiss before she left him to get ready and went to save Spencer who really had no idea what to do.

"She's crying," Spencer called worriedly, "And there is still poop everywhere."

Hanna couldn't help but laugh as she saw Spencer sat there, one hand awkwardly held in the air with brown poop on it and the other holding her nose. "Go wash up," She shook her head, still smiling before she moved in to sort out her baby girl. "It's okay," She tried to soothe the crying baby, quickly sorting her out before giving her a fresh diaper, "I know, you don't like getting your butt out," She cooed, kissing her naked belly as she finally stopped crying.

"Seriously," Spencer pulled a face as she came back into the room, "I am not cut out for this."

"You just had a bad experience," Hanna reassured her, tying up a bag with all the rubbish in before she reached for the new onesie Susie had bought. "And I shouldn't have just left you," She apologised, "She's had an iffy tummy for the past couple of days," She leant over and kissed Etta's nose before she started to pull her onesie on. "She just needs some TLC as her tiny body tries to figure things out in her new world," She added, stroking her cheek gently before pulling her into her arms.

"I can do TLC," Spencer agreed, reaching a finger out to stroke the back of Etta's baby hair as Hanna held her on her shoulder. "How are you so calm?" She asked, watching Hanna turn her head to kiss the baby before she handed her over to Spencer.

"I just want to enjoy every moment with her," She said gently, pulling down the ankle of the onesie as Spencer swayed her. "And I can't do that if I'm worrying all the time," She added, "Plus l just call Aria and she's usually freaked out about it already."

"Okay, I'm ready," Caleb reappeared, changed into the clothes Hanna had chosen for him.

"Feel good?" Hanna smiled at him as he walked over to her.

"Always baby."

She wrapped her arms around his middle as he ran his hand along her shoulder, "You look handsome," She agreed, fiddling with a button on his shirt that wasn't quite done up properly.

"Erm," Spencer interrupted again as she cradled Etta in her arms, "I think she wants food," She said as the baby opened her mouth and tried to root. Etta let out an angry cry as she didn't find what she was looking for and Spencer looked more than a little lost over what to do.

"She wants boob time with Mommy," Caleb grinned, taking the baby back and giving her his finger to suckle on. She'd soon realise she wasn't getting any food but it would stop her crying until she did. "I know, I love Mommy's boobs too," He shook his head down at Etta.

"Caleb!" Hanna slapped his arm lightly before turning to look at Spencer with disapproval written all over her face.

"I better get going," Spencer moved to give Hanna a hug; "We're tasting cake this afternoon."

"So exciting," Hanna squealed, pulling back to steal Etta so that Caleb could say bye too. "I'll see you on Friday for more dress fittings and say hi to Toby," She yelled as Caleb showed Spencer out. Etta started crying again but Hanna couldn't help but look down at her with love and devotion; she was everything her and Caleb had overcome and she thought she was the most perfect being – even when she was screaming for food.

Two hours later and Hanna found herself waiting in Caleb's dressing room for him to come back from his microphone check. She glanced at Etta who had been napping in her car seat for the past hour after guzzling as much lunch as she could. Hanna sighed happily and reached for her phone, grinning as she read the message Claudia had sent her.

How has my son not taken me to the Ellen show again?! Please kill him for me

If I kill him you won't get anymore of these

Hanna took a quick picture of Etta and sent it to back with her response, stroking her thumb over the screen. Just as she'd hit send and started to look through her Instagram feed, a tiny noise from the car seat brought her attention straight back to the baby, "Hi," Hanna cooed, pushing the hood down on the car seat, "Was that a good sleep?" She asked, leaning down to undo the straps and pull the baby into her arms. "It was?" She grinned as Etta made a noise at her. "You're just in time to see Daddy go on TV and say how much he loves you."

Hanna leant back against the back of the sofa and held the baby on her chest, rubbing her back gently as she came round from her mid-afternoon nap. There was a knock at the door and Hanna looked up, fully expecting to see Devon coming through with the coffees she'd run off to grab, but she was slightly taken aback; Ellen Degeneres was not supposed to be walking in right behind Caleb.

"Hey babe," Caleb said casually as Hanna stood up, "Ellen wanted to come and meet you two."

"More like he wouldn't stop talking about you, so I had to come and see what all the fuss was about for myself."

"Hi," Hanna grinned, balancing Etta with one hand as she held her other out for Ellen to shake.

"So does he just expect you two to follow him around everywhere?" Ellen teased, nodding towards Caleb.

"Oh yeah," Hanna agreed, "But she kind of does already," She rubbed Etta's back gently, kissing her head as she lay on her happily.

"Hey Tali," Caleb brushed the baby's hair, "Do you want to say hi to Ellen?"

"Caleb," Hanna said pointedly, stopping her gentle swaying.

"What?"

"You know what. I didn't read two baby name books back to front for you to call her something other than her name."

"Okay, I can see what the fuss is about," Ellen said, "Every man needs a woman to keep him in line."

"And I've got two," Caleb rolled his eyes slightly before stealing Etta from her Mommy.

"Etta, can you smile?" Hanna said sweetly, squeezing the baby's tiny foot, "Can you smile for us?"

The three-month-old finally gave in as Hanna tickled her foot and smiled, stretching her body in Caleb's arms, "I don't like how beautiful she is," Ellen remarked, "I feel I need surgery to compete."

"I know," Caleb smiled proudly, "She is all Han though."

"No," Hanna disagreed, reaching out to squeeze Etta's tiny foot, "You have Daddy's mouth, don't you?" Etta let out an almost angry bark before her face scrunched up, "Yep, that is all Caleb," Hanna added, holding up her knuckle to Etta's mouth for her to suck on temporarily.

Caleb moved to the sofa, letting Hanna talk to Ellen as he grabbed a bottle of milk Hanna had already gotten ready from the coffee table. He caught snippets of his wife's conversation; they were definitely talking about him at one point, but it wasn't hard to tune it out and focus on the baby in his arms. He smiled at her as she paused and got distracted by his face before she was straight back to drinking her afternoon snack as quickly as possible.

It felt kind of crazy to be back on the show with Ellen. The last time he'd been here had been three years ago for the final Chains film and before that it had been to try and do some emergency damage control with the Chains of Fire drama. It felt like a lifetime ago, but he could vividly remember how tense and stressed he'd been. He never wanted to relive those moments again.

"She okay?" Hanna said quietly, coming to join him. When he looked up at her, he noticed Ellen had gone and they were left alone again – just the three of them, like it should be.

"She just wanted food," He replied as Hanna curled up next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Almost half done already," He murmured, pulling the bottle away from the baby's lips to see how much was left.

"Don't burp her," Hanna said, leaning forward to grab a muslin cloth from the diaper bag as he paused, "If she's sick I don't want it to go down your shirt."

"Okay," Caleb reluctantly agreed, handing her over to Hanna after she'd placed the cloth over her shoulder. "Have I told you how amazing you are with her?" He murmured, draping an arm around her on the back of the sofa.

"No I'm not," She argued, patting the baby's back one final time before she handed her back to Caleb to finish her feed.

There was a knock at the door and Hanna looked up to see Devon walking in with iced coffees, "Decaf," She handed one to Hanna, "Caf," She placed the other in front of Caleb on the table before collapsing into the armchair, "Is he happy now?" She nodded towards her client.

"I didn't realise he wasn't," Hanna replied, reaching a hand out to lace through the back of Caleb's hair.

"He was moaning about not seeing Tali this morning."

"Not you as well," Hanna moaned, "And he saw her, just at 3am."

"But she was basically asleep, lying there with her mouth around a bottle," He tried to justify, "I didn't get to kiss her good morning and see how she took her breakfast."

"She still throwing up?" Devon asked worriedly. She felt like she'd grown as attached to the baby as Hanna and Caleb.

"I think it's a morning thing," Hanna said, reaching out to stroke Etta's foot. "I might try and move her feed back an hour."

"You think that'll work?" Caleb murmured, placing the now empty bottle on the table and handing her back to Hanna for her to burp her again.

"It's worth a try," She cooed at the baby, turning her head to give her a kiss. "Maybe you're just not a morning person."

"We know where she got that from," Caleb looked at Hanna knowingly.

"Just because I haven't trained my body since I was 21 to be up for morning shoots," She said, standing up with Etta still on her shoulder as Devon indicated at her watch, hinting that they needed to head down to the stage. Hanna turned Etta around and let her watch as Caleb did his thing with his assistant, reviewing all the questions again before he came over to give them both a final kiss. Hanna retreated to the green room, leaving him alone for his last minute prep and it long before Devon joined and sat next to her, turning to face them and to pull silly faces at Etta.

"Is Aunty Devon funny?" Hanna asked with a grin on her face as Etta smiled at Devon with her hand in her mouth. "You want her?" She lifted a hand to stroke the front of the baby's hair round to the side before she looked at Devon. The brunette's face lit up and Hanna tried not to laugh; she would do anything to get to hold the little baby.

"Why are you so addictive?" Devon pouted as she pulled her into her arms.

"I think it's her face," Hanna grinned, smiling even bigger when Etta smiled back at her. "And her baby smell," She added as Etta stared at her with intrigue written all over her face. "You do," She tilted her head closer to Etta as the baby's face broke right back out into a grin again, "You got your baby smell."

They both looked up as they heard applause come down the corridor, watching the TV as Caleb appeared, waving to the audience before he sat down with Ellen. "He looks good," Devon commented as Hanna reached for the remote and turned the sound up.

"Yeah, he does," Hanna smiled to herself, "Etta," She gasped, "Is that Daddy on TV?" The baby gurgled in response and waved her hand around before it went straight back in her mouth. "I know, he's so handsome."

"So," Ellen started as the cheers finally died down.

"So," Caleb repeated.

"Can you believe it's been three years since you've been on here?"

"I know," He said, "Time has been moving crazily quickly."

"A lot has happened since I last saw you," She started, smiling at him knowingly.

"It has," Caleb agreed elusively.

"You got married."

"I got married."

"And you had a baby."

"We had a baby," Caleb grinned, turning his body to look at the screen behind him, "There they are," He murmured, as one of his Instagram pictures popped up. "My girls," He grinned as the audience collectively sighed.

"I met your wife and daughter backstage and both of them had me feeling like I had to call my plastic surgeon and get some changes done to fit in," She said deadpan as more pictures flashed by.

Caleb laughed with everyone, "How do you think I feel?!" He exclaimed, "They just have to look at me and I do what they want."

"Even a three-month-old baby?"

"Especially a three-month-old baby," He said, slightly exasperated, "Etta does this thing where she pretty much barks and then just kind of looks at you until you make her happy again," He added as the audience laughed, "But you know, it's actually really good, my best friend Jason had a kind of surprise baby with his girlfriend so I've witnessed him go from panicking new Dad to this guy who is completely wrapped around his kid's little finger way more than I am," He grinned, thinking about the crazy journey Jason and Aria had tumbled down after a rather unexpected pregnancy test result, "So when I pick her up because she just wants to be held, I think about Jason and how whipped he is and I feel a lot better."

"Well, you could start a whipped new dads club," Ellen started, "I think that would be very popular in LA," She added. "It might reduce the number of teenagers driving around in a nicer car than mine," She joked, "And you can also discuss how you come up with names like Etta and what nickname you can give your child just to annoy your wife," She teased him deliberately.

"I know where you're going with this," Caleb groaned, "Han will kill me if I talk about this."

"Good," Ellen grinned at him, reveling in how uncomfortable he was.

"Well we read a lot of name books," He started, "I mean, Hanna would power through one and post it and highlight the ones she liked, then give them to me to veto or shortlist and that's how we settled on Etta. Then her middle name was quite special – we figured out we got pregnant in Sweden and Linnea is their national flower so it just kind of felt right to go with that."

"So you work really hard with your wife to settle on the perfect name and what happens?"

Caleb closed his eyes, "I give her a nickname that sounds nothing like her name."

"Which is?" Ellen prompted him.

"I call her Tali," He said, trying to shrink down in his seat, "But I have a reason!" He tried to defend himself. "It's the end of Etta and beginning of Linnea pushed together."

"And your wife still hates it," Ellen said quickly.

"Yep," Caleb pulled his lips together and nodded, "She still hates it."

"Maybe you shouldn't have let her read all those books if you were just going to name her yourself."

"Not to through my assistant under the bus, but she calls her that too," He held up his hands and laughed before Ellen finally changed the topic to the animated family film he'd leant his voice to recently. They chatted for a bit about that, encouraging fans to go and see it before Ellen asked him a question he knew was coming.

"So, you just had a baby, do you think that'll change what you do next?"

Caleb sighed, "You know, Han and Tali are my world and working these past few weeks and leaving them at home has made me realize there aren't any projects I want to do more than just be with them. Absolutely, I want Etta to grow up and be proud of what I've done, but right now when she's discovering her world and doing new things everyday, I just want to be with her," He said gently. "She's making me look at everything differently and I think now is a really good opportunity to take a step back and just think about what I do want to do next for a while."

"I can hear hearts breaking," Ellen looked to the audience.

"I'm not quitting," Caleb reassured everyone, "I'm just taking a break."

"I met his baby, I want to take a break too."

As they wrapped up the interview, Caleb felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. That was what the interview was really about; announcing that he was going to take a break from acting. Not indefinitely, never indefinitely, but as he'd said, there was nowhere else he wanted to be than with Hanna and Etta.

"Hey," Hanna stood up as he walked into the green room, opening her arms to pull him into a hug. "You okay?" She murmured up at him, giving him a gentle kiss.

"Etta loved it," Devon added, bouncing the baby in her arms as she stood up too.

Caleb held his hands out and smiled as Devon let him take the baby from her, "Are you sure this is what you want?" Hanna asked him quietly, resting her hands on his arms as he cradled their three-month-old daughter.

"I'm sure," He reassured her, ducking his lips to give her a kiss.

"You know we'll go wherever you go," She said, smiling down at the baby as she smiled up at her.

"I know you will," He said truthfully, "But right now, it's time for me to go wherever you go."

Hanna bit her lip and he could sense she was still wholly unconvinced.

"I don't want her to start life with a camera in her face and five articles on what baby puree she had for dinner."

"I know you don't," She said soothingly, "But we can do that with you making a movie, directing, acting, whatever."

"I love you," He cut in, "And I need you to trust me, that this is what I want."

"I love you too," She whispered before she paused again, biting her lip before eventually she nodded back up at him, "And I do trust you Caleb, I do."

They'd made it this far.

He knew this was the right decision for his family.

And he couldn't wait for the journey they were about to embark on, without the restraints of his renown.

Done. Finito.

I really hope this lives up to what you all wanted. If I get time before S7 ends, I feel quite comfortable I have left this in a very nice place for a sequel and I already have a pretty good idea of where it would go from here. If I do decide to write Restraints 2.0 you'll hear about it first on my twitter or in my A/Ns in my other stories, so go check them out if you haven't already.

Thank you again for every single kind word that has ever been said about this story. Review one final time? xox