A month later.

"Babe," Caleb called from the kitchen. Hanna shuffled into the door frame of the bedroom, in the midst of pulling up a skirt. At now over half way through the pregnancy, her bump was not only taking shape, but it was growing outwards. Hanna had little to wear, she need a major shopping trip with her girlfriends. "Do you have plans today? If you do, cancel them."

"Why?" Hanna asked, suspiciously. Caleb had a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eye; he was definitely up to something.

"We're going shopping," He replied, flipping an egg in the frying pan. "For the baby."

"Caleb, we don't need to do that. I'm only, like, 5 months."

"5 months and 4 days to be precise."

Hanna tilted her head and smiled, before walking through to the kitchen and joining her boyfriend. Caleb let go of the pan, wrapped his arms around Hanna and rested his hands protectively on the bump. "My girls," he whispered into Hanna's ear. She turned around, smiling, and pecked him on the lips.

-:-

Hanna wandered down the aisles of Bloomingdales, in search of the baby clothes. Caleb was slugging behind, regretting entirely his decision of bringing Hanna shopping. The couple had been in at least 6 department stores already, and it wasn't even lunchtime yet. At one point, Hanna had gotten completely side tracked and began buying things for herself, wasting even more time.

"Are we done yet?" Caleb groaned as Hanna put 3 outfits in their basket. "I'm starving. Can we please eat?"

"If it'll get you to stop moaning, I suppose so," Hanna answered, rolling her eyes. They bought the last few items and headed over to the nearest McDonalds – Hanna had been majorly craving a Big Mac.

"So, I just need to go to Tiffany's to see if they have a bracelet, then we can go home, if that's okay with you," Hanna said, stuffing her face with fries. Caleb nodded reluctantly, not really wanting to go shopping for jewellery and clothes. He was all shopped out; he needed some manly time.

"Can I go out tonight? I might see if Toby wants to grab a beer or something," Caleb asked as he finished his meal.

"God, we sound like a married couple. We're 18, not 40. You don't have to ask me if you can go out. Anyway, how are you going to get beers, underage much?"

"Fake ID's maybe? This baby has seriously made you forget everything."

Hanna smirked sarcastically and held her middle finger up at Caleb. As she did so, she finished her last bite of burger and stood up. Caleb followed suit, grabbing the thousands of bags and shuffling after Hanna as she headed to Tiffany's.

-:-

"I need alcohol," Hanna huffed as the couple arrived home. It was now 3 in the afternoon, and after a long day of shopping, Hanna was shattered. Caleb raised his eyebrows at her comment. "I know, I know. I can't drink. So I guess a can of soda will do."

As she cracked open the can, she joined Caleb on the couch and curled up into him. OITNB was on TV, and they both loved to watch it – neither had ever missed an episode. While the show played, Hanna began thinking about how stressful this baby was going to be. Just shopping for it was hard enough.

"Hey," Caleb said, stroking her cheek. "What are you thinking about?"

"Just the baby," Hanna replied calmly. She decided to take her mind off of the stress and think about happier things: names. "Have you got any names yet?"

"Han, we have ages to think about names," Caleb laughed.

"Well you were the one who demanded we go shopping for baby clothes. Now give me some names."

The teenager pondered for a minute, but was soon interrupted by Hanna.

"Actually, it doesn't matter," she said suddenly. Her head turned back to the TV and Caleb looked at her, confused.

"Why? Why does it suddenly not matter?"

Hanna repositioned herself on Caleb, wrapping her arms around his back and side. "Well remember a couple of months ago, before we broke up or whatever, we were talking about the gender. You said we should bet on it: if you won, you could pick the name, and if I won I could. Well, I won seeing as she's a girl, so I get to pick!"

Caleb playfully slapped her, laughing. "She is not going to be called Chanel, okay? Or Tiffany, or Prada or anything fashion related."

"You don't get a say in it," Hanna teased. She placed her hand on the bump and began talking to it. "Does he, Chanel?"

A/N - Since no one is giving any suggestions for names, I'm giving up on that one and picking one myself.

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