Hi readers, new Thanksgiving chapter below. Please note, I'm from the UK so writing about Thanksgiving is really not my strong point - all errors are my own :)

I have a new story out - Restraints of Renown! If you haven't already, I would really appreciate it if you checked it out. Summary: Caleb Rivers finds himself as a tween idol and lead actor in Hollywood, leading an idyllic life with his closest friends in LA. But when a beautiful blonde from the quiet town of Rosewood, Pennsylvania enters his life and he starts falling fast, he begins to realise the true restraints of his renown.

Thankful for You

For the first time since giving birth to Mila, Hanna found herself back at the hospital.

And she didn't just dislike it. She absolutely hated it.

Yes, it had been the place where she'd felt immense joy and happiness when her two babies had been placed into her arms for the first time, but all she could think about was the worry and pain and fear she'd felt when she'd been rushed to hospital during her pregnancy with Mila. It didn't help that it was so white, so sterile… so unwelcoming.

It didn't help that it was the day before Thanksgiving and she wanted to be anywhere but the hospital.

When she'd asked Caleb to come with her the day before, he'd looked at her and grinned, telling her he'd already booked the day off way before she'd even started thinking about the two-week check-up before pulling her into his arms and placing a loving kiss against her forehead.

"I love it when she's awake," Hanna said as she sat with Caleb in the deserted waiting area. She'd wrapped herself around his right arm, her head resting on his shoulder as they both watched Mila in her car seat until they were called through.

"Me too," Caleb whispered against her hairline, pressing a reassuring kiss there before diverting his attention back to their baby girl. "Are you cold?" He asked the newborn, leaning forward to pull her blanket a little higher as the nurse called their name.

"She's about to get a lot colder," Hanna said, following Caleb as he picked up the car seat and led them down the hall.

"Hi Rivers family," A nurse Hanna recognised from visiting her in the hospital post-delivery, said as they walked through the door. "I'm Laura and I'm going to be doing the first part of the check-up today, looking at Mila's weight and height before Dr. Monroe's going to come by to finish up," She said, watching as Caleb placed the car seat on the table next to a set of scales. "Well isn't she beautiful," She smiled, looking at the pair as they smiled down at their baby.

"Yeah, she is," Caleb agreed as he stroked her blanket covered leg.

Hanna moved round to his other side and pushed the top of the car seat down, handing Caleb the blanket he had so carefully tucked around Mila before unstrapping her and pulling her into her arms. "We're going to need one naked baby for this bit," Laura instructed before Hanna began to expertly undress the baby in her arms.

As soon as Hanna took her diaper off her and handed her to Laura, the newborn began to whimper, turning into full on crying as she was placed on the scales. "It's okay," Caleb tried to soothe her, stroking her belly with his warm hand as Laura began to stretch out her limbs to measure her height.

"I hate seeing her cry," Hanna said, running her hands across her face before half burying her face into Caleb's shoulder.

"Okay, one more then I'm done," Laura said, trying to placate both mother and baby as she measured the circumference of Mila's head. "We're done." She added, jotting down the measurements.

Hanna swooped in and scooped her baby up, holding her tightly against her chest as Caleb helped her tuck her blanket around her, "She's gonna pee on me isn't she?" Hanna said, rubbing the baby's back as she calmed down.

Caleb smiled at her, "Probably," He agreed, leaning down to kiss the back of Mila's head as Hanna gently swayed her back and forth. The door at the back of the room opened and Lena appeared, smiling widely at her favourite patients.

"Look at you," She said to Hanna, "Did you even have a baby two weeks ago?"

Hanna and Caleb both laughed, "Judging by the amount of sleep we're getting, then yeah," She said as Laura excused herself.

"Well you look great," Lena complimented her, moving round to take a closer look at the baby, "And so does precious," She said, pulling her blanket down slightly to take a look at her gorgeous face. "You can dress her again now if you want, I don't need a naked baby for my part." She instructed, letting Hanna move to the bed at the back of the room and redress the baby whilst she looked at the measurements Laura had written down for her. "So, good news," She began, pulling her glasses off as Hanna rejoined them, "We have put weight on," She grinned. "We're now weighing in at 6 lbs 3 oz."

"She has been eating a lot," Hanna agreed as Mila began to make noises in her arms.

"How much is a lot?" Dr. Monroe asked, holding her arms out for the baby.

Hanna duly passed her over, "Probably every 2 hours, although at night we'll go about 5 hours without a feed," She replied, looking up to Caleb for confirmation.

"Yeah, although a few days ago it felt like whenever she wasn't sleeping, she was eating," He added, his hand running up Hanna's back to the base of her neck, playing with a few pieces of her hair.

Lena smiled up at them as she tested and observed Mila's reflexes, "It sounds like she was going through a growth spurt," She said, stroking the baby's cheek before handing her back to Hanna who immediately cuddled her close and pressed kisses against her lips. They finished up the rest of the appointment, Lena checking in on how Hanna was feeling as well before ending with "I'm really happy with her." They said their goodbyes, Hanna heading towards the reception to book the next appointment whilst Caleb took Mila straight back out to their car.

He sat in the driver's seat and turned on the engine to get some heat into the car, smiling to himself and talking back to Mila as she made the most precious newborn noises in her seat in the back. Hanna appeared and jumped straight into the back of the car, leaning through the middle of the two front seats to press a quick kiss against the side of Caleb's lips. "I just want to feed her," She muttered, pulling Mila into her arms and sitting in the middle seat as she let her nurse.

"Do you think Spencer will kill us if we get the wrong cranberries?" Caleb asked her, looking through the grocery list they'd been given by their Thanksgiving hostess.

"It's Spencer."

"So that's a yes," Caleb said, "I can't believe your Mom's actually going to Peru with Ted tonight," He added. Ashley Marin had sprung it on them last weekend when she'd demanded an early Thanksgiving with her grandchildren, that she was actually planning on flying down to Peru for 10 days with Ted over Thanksgiving 'to give back'.

Hanna sighed as she let Mila switch breasts, "I know, but it makes it easier in terms of who we spend Thanksgiving with and it means she gets dibs at Christmas."

"So instead of spending tomorrow with somebody who will actually let us hold our own baby for more than five minutes, we have to be with a group of people who essentially hog our children," Caleb complained as Hanna burped Mila before strapping her back into her car seat and hopping out of the car to come back round to the front.

She leant over and stroked his cheek, "The fact that this makes you so upset is really cute," She said, "My babies have the best Daddy," She added, kissing him tenderly, "And I promise I've told Em that she can't hold bug all day," She grinned at him, stealing one final kiss before settling back into her seat as they headed off for some crazy Thanksgiving grocery shopping.


"Can you believe she's two-weeks-old?" Hanna asked as she laid in bed with Caleb the following morning. Mila was lying contently on his naked chest, her tiny body curling around Caleb as they spent invaluable bonding time together before their day started.

"I can believe we've had two weeks of poopy diapers and demands for food," Caleb agreed, stroking the blankets that covered his daughter as Hanna laughed.

"She's better than Logan was," Hanna said, moving her head to rest on Caleb's chest next to Mila's as the newborn's eyes focused, "Hi baby," She cooed, stroking her hair. "Is this your first Thanksgiving?" She continued, leaning forward to press a kiss against the baby's nose, "What are you thankful for?"

"Boobs," Caleb answered for her, "And her bouncer," He added, resting his hands on her back.

"She is kinda obsessed with her bouncer," Hanna agreed as Mila began to doze again.

"What time is our presence expected at the Cavanaugh's?" Caleb asked as he played with Mila's tiny toes.

Hanna tore herself away from them and pushed herself out of bed, grabbing her hairbrush, "Spence said any time after 11, so I guess when we're ready," She replied before disappearing out of their bedroom. Caleb moved Mila in his arms, cradling her against his shoulder as she stirred slightly. Just as he was about to get them up for the day, Hanna came back in with Logan at her side, the little boy rubbing his eyes tiredly. "We have just woken up," She told Caleb, lifting Logan onto the bed where he immediately walked over to his Daddy and cuddled into his side, before leaving them to go shower whilst she could.

"Are you still sleepy?" Caleb asked him quietly, pulling him onto his chest next to Mila, the toddler reaching out to rest a hand on her back before nodding. Ever since they'd brought Mila home, he'd been in awe of how his heart had managed to double in size instantly – it had literally been love at first sight with his daughter and his love for his son had grown exponentially with the way he reacted to his sister. "Do you know what day it is?" He encouraged him, stroking his hair gently.

"Turwee," Logan said, mumbling due to his tiredness and binky.

"That's right, it's Turkey Day and on Turkey Day, we say Happy Thanksgiving," He explained to him. Hanna had found this hilarious toddler book that referred to Thanksgiving as Turkey Day and Logan seemed to have latched onto it like no tomorrow. Logan sighed as he shuffled over to get closer to Mila, patting her back gently. "We've got our girls and we need to keep them close."

"Me cuwdle," Logan agreed, just as Hanna stepped into their bedroom clad in her bath towel.

She shot Caleb a look, "I hope you're encouraging him to share," She warned him as she sat down at her vanity and began to brush her hair out again. "Logi, is Daddy being silly and selfish?" Hanna asked. The little boy nodded despite not fully understanding the question. "Should everyone get to hold sissy for a bit?"

"No," Logan replied, taking his binky out of his mouth, "Daddy 'n Lo!"

Hanna refrained from laughing as she stood and made her way over to the bed, climbing on and settling next to Caleb. "Daddy and Lo?" She asked him, tickling his sides as he moved over onto her lap. "Daddy and Lo?!" She said again, pulling him tight against her chest. "Daddy's a really bad influence on you."


"Daddy," Logan whined from his car seat. "Daddy, out," He said, as Caleb opened the door next on Mila's side and began to unclip her car seat. "Daddeeeee."

"One minute Lo," Caleb placated him, picking up the car seat and moving round to Logan's side as Hanna ferried everything they'd brought with them to Spencer and Toby's inside. "Okay, okay," He said as he opened Logan's door, the little boy holding his hands out desperately to be let out. "Come here," He instructed him, unfastening his straps and pulling him into his arms before reaching down and picking up Mila's car seat with his other hand.

"You're here!" Emily exclaimed as he walked through the front door. "Happy Thanksgiving!" She said, rushing over to give both him and Logan a hug and a kiss once he'd put down Mila's car seat.

"Logi, what do you say?" Caleb encouraged the little boy.

"'Appee Tanksgivin'."

Caleb pulled him close and pressed a kiss against his hair, "That's right, Happy Thanksgiving," He praised the toddler before putting him down on the floor. "We've been working on that all morning," He said to Emily, raising his eyebrows, "Two hours ago it was Happy Turkey Day," He added as Emily bent down to cuddle Logan close.

"Mommy," Logan called, trying to wriggle free from Emily's grasp as he spied Hanna coming over towards them, getting frustrated when she wouldn't let him go.

Hanna spotted his angry face beginning to build up a mile away and swiftly moved to scoop him up. "Hi," She hushed him, holding him close. "Let's go see what Uncle Toby's doing," She suggested, leaving Caleb and Emily to it as he began to pull Mila out of her car seat for her Godmother.

"Hi Lo," Spencer cooed, greeting her godson, "Happy Thanksgiving handsome."

"Are you excited for Turkey?" Toby asked as he threw some veggies Spencer had handed him in the oven to roast.

Logan nodded and smiled toothily as he rested his head on Hanna's shoulder, fiddling with her hair, "Cranbees!"

Hanna laughed, stroking his back, "You're right, we do have cranberries with turkey."

Spencer moved to pull some prosecco out of the fridge, before looking at her ridiculously over-the-top list of timings for the day, "Tick, tick, tick," She began, crossing off things that were in the oven, "We're not needed back in here until 1.27," She said, "That gives me enough time to hold a newborn baby and have a glass of prosecco," She grinned, grabbing some champagne flutes from the cabinet.

Hanna scoffed slightly as she followed her and Toby through to the living area, "How long has she been preparing for this?" She asked Toby as they settled on the sofa, Logan scrambling down to look at the lights and ornaments on the Christmas tree that had just been put up.

Toby smiled, "About 3 weeks," He laughed, pouring out the glasses of fizz as Spencer and Emily cooed over Mila, the former demanding that Emily hand her over to her now.

Spencer cradled Mila in her arms, "I had it all planned out until this little one decided to make an early appearance," She said, "You threw me for a loop," She spoke to Mila in her baby voice, "And not many people do that, so you should feel privileged." Mila just blinked up at her and opened her mouth, wriggling in her swaddle, before settling again.

"Logan," Caleb called, catching a glimpse of his little boy reaching for a decoration that was glinting in the light as he moved to sit next to Hanna, "No touching," He warned him. Logan looked over his shoulder innocently at Caleb and brought his hand back to his side, pretending to look at some of the pine needles that had dropped onto the floor until he thought Caleb wasn't looking anymore. "Logan Nathaniel," Caleb scolded as he watched him reach back up for the decoration.

Hanna and Caleb watched as his bottom lip started to quiver and he looked like he was about to burst into tears, "Come here," Hanna said to him, helping him up onto her lap where he promptly wrapped himself around her and began to whimper into her neck.

Caleb stroked his back gently, "I know, Daddy's a meanie bustin' out the full name," He said, rolling his eyes.

Logan pulled back from Hanna and reached for Caleb, gripping his shirt tightly as he sat back against his arm and cuddled into him. Hanna reached an arm out to wipe away a few stray tears that had escaped, "When Daddy says no touching, he means no touching," She warned him.

The group chatted for a while and caught up, Emily and Spencer desperate to know everything they could about the new baby, who began to cry looking for food. As Hanna disappeared off to go and feed her, Ezra and Aria finally graced everyone with their presence and began to bring in the pies they'd made for dessert. Aria sighed heavily as she sat down next to Caleb and Logan, "Where is she?" She asked Caleb as he let Logan flip through a picture book. The little boy looked up at Aria's interruption and let her pull him onto her lap to press a greeting kiss against his hair. "I just wanna hold her already," She pouted as Logan pushed himself off her lap and moved himself back onto Caleb, yawning tiredly as he put his book down and rested himself against his Daddy's chest.

"Oh hi Aria, Happy Thanksgiving," Caleb replied sarcastically as he rubbed Logan's back soothingly, encouraging him to take a nap before they sat down to eat later.

"Seriously Rivers, where's the precious munchkin?"

"Han's feeding her," He rolled his eyes, pressing a kiss against Logan's hair as he closed his eyes and began to drift off into sleep.

Aria practically chirped when she spied Hanna walking back into the living room, rushing up to greet her with a hug before dragging her back to the sofa to sit in between her and Caleb. "Can I hold her?" She asked desperately, pleading with Hanna.

The blonde nodded and looked down into her arms, smiling as Mila blinked and focused her eyes for a second, "Hi," Hanna cooed down at her, stroking her blonde hair, "Are you going to stay awake for Aria?" She asked before handing her over to the brunette.

"Hi precious," Aria said as she rocked the baby gently, staring down at her as she closed her eyes. Aria pouted and Hanna laughed, reaching out to stroke the baby's foot to encourage her to open up her eyes again.

"Give her to Caleb," Hanna suggested, "She likes the sound of his voice and when he talks she focuses on his face," She added, reaching over to take a sleeping Logan from him so that he could have Mila.

Caleb grinned and happily took his daughter from Aria, positioning her comfortably in the joint of his elbow as he cradled her against the top of his chest, "Mila," He said gently, "Show Daddy your beautiful eyes," He cooed, rubbing her belly gently as she opened up her eyes and stared at Caleb. Hanna looked at Aria with an 'I-told-you-so' glance as she forced herself in between Hanna and Caleb on the sofa so that she could look at the baby. "Are you gonna talk for us?" Caleb murmured, smiling when Mila gurgled back in response. Aria gasped, reaching out a hand to stroke her cheek as Emily came over to loiter on the other side of Caleb. "You are," He said, pressing a kiss against her nose, "Hi pretty girl."

Caleb watched as Aria rubbed Mila's foot, taking pity on their friend who was clearly desperate for an awake baby in her arms. "Here," He said, handing her back to Aria, "Hold her closer to your face," He added, reaching out to stroke the back of Mila's head as Aria held her tightly.

"She loves me," Aria smiled, prompting Caleb to shoot Hanna a look.

"She loves me more," Emily said, looking at Caleb expectantly as she waited for him to vacate his space next to Aria. He sighed but stood nonetheless and headed toward the kitchen to grab a beer.

When he shut the fridge and turned around, Hanna was padding towards him and heading straight towards his opening arms. "You doin' okay?" He murmured as she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest, looking up at him and nodding. "Have I told you how amazing you are?" He asked her quietly, his hand coming up to stroke her cheek.

She smiled coyly up at him and shook her head, "I don't think so," She said, her hands moving round to run up and down the front of his shirt as he blindly put his beer on the side.

"You're amazing," He whispered against her lips as their noses bumped, his hands coming up to cup her cheeks as he captured her mouth with his own.

"Are you like this in your own home?" Spencer asked as she rushed into the kitchen and interrupted them, Toby following behind to help Spencer with whatever she needed.

"If we weren't like this, you wouldn't have two babies in there who will grow up to think the sun shines out of your arse," Caleb retorted, as Hanna moved away from him to help Spencer.

"No," Spencer slapped Hanna's hand away.

"Spencer," She chastised her.

"You're not here to help, you just had a baby, you're here to relax and eat and be thankful," Spencer argued.

"I can help," Hanna tried as she felt Caleb move behind her, his hand coming to rub her waist reassuringly as his body trapped hers against the island countertop.

"You're fighting a losing battle," Toby warned her.

Spencer huffed in agreement, "All my timings are worked out with an algebraic formula that accounts for help from one person," She explained, pointing at Toby with her spatula. "You," She began, spinning to point at Hanna, "Are not messing with my formula." She said as she breezed around the kitchen. "Your job is to do nothing."

Caleb laughed and pressed a kiss against Hanna's hair as his hand ran up her arm, "You heard her," He encouraged, grabbing his beer and leading his wife back into the living room.

"I just want to help," She muttered, rolling her eyes as Caleb looked back at her. They both snapped their heads around as they heard Mila begin to cry.

Spencer rushed in and began to bring condiments to the table, "That's where you can help," She nodded towards Aria and Emily who were freaking out about the baby crying whilst Ezra sat back helplessly.

Hanna moved over to them and took Mila from Aria, "Babe, can you grab her blanket," She asked Caleb as she held her against her chest and rocked her gently, the cries dissipating but not entirely disappearing. "Hush baby," She soothed, watching as Caleb grabbed her swaddle blanket and laid it out. Hanna moved forward and placed Mila on top of her it, wrapping her up before pulling her back into her arms. "Much better," She agreed, the baby stopping crying as Caleb stood in front of her and cupped the back of Mila's head of hair.

"I'll go grab her bouncer from the car," He said. Hanna nodded but kept her eyes on Mila who was starting to fall asleep.

Spencer looked at all of them, "And then it's time to eat."


After a perfect meal, Spencer encouraged everybody to spread out over the sofas as Toby and Ezra began to moan about needing to enter into a Turkey coma. "I am so thankful that you demanded we get the comfiest couch," Toby whined as he laid back against the pillows.

"I'm thankful you have a fast metabolism," Spencer said as she patted Toby's abs. "No way I'd be keeping you around if you were piling on the pounds," She added, lying down on top of him. "Em, what are you thankful for?"

Emily looked up from her place on the floor where she was helping Logan with a puzzle. "I'm thankful for my little Lo baby," She said, tickling Logan's sides as he shrieked with happiness.

"Lo," Caleb called as he lounged, waiting for Hanna to come back with Mila who'd demanded a feed. "What are you thankful for?" He asked him. The little boy looked up at him confused. "What do you have that you like?" He asked again, hoping Logan would understand him.

"Puzzle," He said, holding up a piece for Emily.

"Your puzzle's a good one," Emily agreed, stroking his hair. "Do you like having a sister?" She asked.

Logan nodded and reached for his book, opening up the first page and beginning to look at the pictures. "Sissy," He said, "Mommy," He added, "Daddy an' Lo!" He exclaimed, looking up at Emily.

"Yeah," She cheered and clapped her hands, "You're thankful for your family," She praised him as he looked over Emily's shoulder to Caleb.

"Do you feel good having a Mommy and a Daddy and a sissy?" He grinned at him as Logan smiled back and nodded.

"Your child is adorable," Aria said to Hanna as she walked back in and curled up next to Caleb, handing him their two-week-old.

"Which one?" She asked, propping her elbow on Caleb's shoulder as she ran her hands through the hair on the nape of his neck.

Aria relaxed next to Ezra and stretched her feet over his lap, "Well they kind of both are, but when your two-year-old's saying how much he like's having a sister, I'm gonna go with him."

Hanna looked across at Logan who was encouraging Emily to turn the pages in his book with him, "He loves morning cuddles with sissy more than anything at the moment," She agreed before turning her attention back to Caleb and the tiny baby in his arms who was happily staring up at her Daddy.

Caleb lifted his head to look at Hanna, pressing a kiss against the top of her cheekbone before nuzzling her ear, "I'm thankful for my beautiful wife," He began, whispering into her hair, "And my beautiful son," He added, "And my beautiful daughter who has flipped my world upside down just like you and Lo," He finished, pulling away from her slightly to look her tenderly in the eye.

She blushed slightly, her hands brushing against the stubble on his jawline as she leant forward and gently kissed him. "I'm thankful for them too," She agreed quietly, her eyes closing as she rested her forehead on his. "I love you." She whispered, cursing herself internally as she felt herself getting emotional – she could blame it on the hormones that were still running crazily throughout her body.

"I love you more," He replied, causing her to break out into a smile.

She weighed up what he said, tilting her head from side to side, "Yeah, you do," She eventually agreed, "You chose me to bear your children, you love me more."

"And you didn't choose me? Instead you were just an unwilling participant in their conception?" He asked her with raised eyebrows, his eyes deviating to the baby in his arms as she cooed slightly, "Mommy's saying she didn't want you," He pouted down at her, his hand coming to rest on her belly at his thumb stroked her chest back and forth.

Hanna sighed watching the two of them, "Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like if Channing had fathered them instead."

Caleb scoffed, "He'd be a non-present father who you'd used as a sperm donor in the hope that the child got the better side of his genetics."

"His genetics have a bad side?" She queried.

"Lack of hair," Caleb said casually, pressing his nose against Mila's as she looked up and gurgled at him.

"You're right. I guess you'll do," She said to him, "You've managed to produce some alright goods so far."

He leant forward and kissed his daughter on her rosebud lips, "Ignore Mommy, I think you're beautiful and you know you wouldn't want Channing as your Daddy."

Hanna smiled at them and rubbed Caleb's shoulder, her heart fluttering slightly at the sweetness that was coming out of his mouth, "I wouldn't want anyone else," She finally agreed, her hand running up through his hair as he turned and grinned at her. He pouted his lips and she leant forward and placed hers on his before whispering against them, "I'm thankful for you."


"Toby," Emily called as the group stood outside in the Cavanaugh's back yard. Spencer had forced everyone to head outside claiming that a game of football was completely traditional and necessary for Thanksgiving, but when Emily had grabbed ahold of the idea too, it had suddenly turned a little competitive.

"Emily!" Spencer exclaimed, "He's my husband!"

"He's my friend and he's good at football, I want him on my team," Emily defended, dragging Toby by his t-shirt to her side.

"Fine," Spencer huffed looking at the three people who were left. Hanna had self-selected out to make the teams even and was sat on the bench with baby monitor in hand. Caleb had Logan on his shoulders and was wandering around the garden, pausing whenever the toddler pointed things out from his perch whilst Ezra and Aria were looking like they wanted to be anywhere but in a pre-football team selection meeting. Spencer sighed and held her head in her hands, "I'll take Caleb," She eventually said.

"Lo, you ready to play football on Aunty Spencer's team?" Caleb asked the little boy as he held onto his feet tightly.

"Yes!" Logan shrieked, resting his hands on the side of Caleb's hair.

"Em," Aria pleaded, "Don't make me go with Spence. If we lose she'll kill me," She begged.

Emily looked away before brutally ignoring her best friend – the desire to win was just too much, "I'm sorry," She began, but Aria had already huffed and turned on her heels, walking towards Spencer. "Fitz," Emily confirmed, nodding her head to bring Ezra over towards her and Toby, who immediately went into a team huddle.

"Caleb," Spencer called, trying to grab his attention. He was currently a few meters away as Logan pointed at a bird on a branch. He wandered back over to hear Spencer instructing Aria to be ready to catch the ball at any point, "…but don't worry, it'll mostly be going to Caleb."

Aria rolled her eyes at Caleb, "Spence, if you're not going to use me, I may as well just sit with Han," She tried, beginning to shuffle over towards the bench.

"We may use you," Spencer ignored her, "Just stay near here," She instructed, drawing out the formation she was envisaging in mid-air. "Caleb, I see you here…" She began, everyone tuning out.

"Spence, this is supposed to be fun," Hanna yelled as Caleb caught her eye and shot her a look.

"No, this is supposed to be competitive," She yelled back.

Whilst Spencer was still lecturing Aria and Caleb on what she wanted to do, Hanna wandered over to Emily's team and told them what was happening, whispering in Emily's ear what she thought they should do before retreating to the safety of the bench, waving at Logan when he looked at her.

Spencer sent Aria and Caleb to their desired positions, both of them looking like they wanted to be anywhere but in the Cavanaugh's back yard, as Emily lined up the football for the start. "Hike!" She yelled, throwing the ball back to Ezra before Toby began to run straight towards Spencer, knocking her to the floor and piling on top of her, Emily following and jumping straight on as Spencer tried to yell out complaints below them.

"Thank God," Aria exclaimed, running over to sit on top of Emily, all too happy to shut Spencer up.

"Daddy," Logan called as Ezra passed Caleb the football and went to cheer up Aria.

"You want it?" Caleb asked, holding the football above his head for Logan to take before heading over towards Hanna as everyone began to peel themselves off Spencer.

"Lo, have you got the football?" Hanna asked as Caleb pulled Logan off his shoulders and propped him on the ground. "Can you throw it to Daddy?" She prompted him, clapping as he threw the football a few inches to Caleb.

"Me," Logan said, holding his hands out to catch it. Caleb squatted down and ensured the gap between them was small enough before very gently throwing it back to Logan who squealed when he caught it, holding it tightly against his chest.

"Was that fun to play catch?" Caleb asked with a smile as Logan inspected the white markings on the ball and nodded. He stood back up and placed a guiding hand on Logan's back as they began to head back inside to warm up and have dessert.

"That was such an epic fail," Spencer pouted as she opened up the back door.

"When have we ever done anything athletic as a group?" Aria asked as she helped Spencer bring the pies she'd made with Ezra through to the main table they'd eaten at. "And done it well?"

Hanna checked on Mila who was still asleep in her bouncer, before heading to the table to sit next to Caleb who'd propped Logan on his lap. "We don't need football to celebrate Thanksgiving, Spence." Hanna placated her as they began to serve out dessert. "We just need each other," She said, pausing eye up a slice of Pumpkin Pie before saying what was on everyone's mind; "and food."


Please review my lovely people, and let me know what you think of Restraints! Hope you all have a great Thanksgiving x