Hey guys. I really wanted to post this yesterday but didn't have a chance. This is a Mother's Day chapter, but I hope I've put an interesting spin on it.

I'm also so glad you all liked that GGGB sneak peak, I'm pretty excited to post it.

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Blake ~ there is a lot of Logan in this, hope you like

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Okay guys, this got me a little choked up writing this and I really really hope you enjoy it...

Questions of Reflection

Caleb was used to dreading Mother's Day.

Growing up, whilst everyone else in his class would be making cards or presents for the one person in the world who was supposed to love you endlessly, he'd be trying to find a reason to get out of whichever foster home he was in and avoid the day of celebration like no tomorrow. Who wanted to be reminded of everything they didn't have? Nobody. He'd struggled with that emotionally for a long time.

And then of course, he'd met Hanna. And Ashley.

They saved him. They might not have known how much of an impact they'd had on his life, but he really did feel like they'd managed to turn him around. He'd gone from somebody who was closed-off and scared to let anyone properly in, to a guy who could not be more proud of how he felt about his family. It was exactly why Mother's Day was now one of the most important holidays to him.

It obviously made him think about his own Mom. He'd send her a card and talk to her on the phone, but he knew that deep down he'd never be able to truly forgive her for what she'd done. He'd seen too much, been through too much… all because she couldn't "look after him" whilst she swanned off to California to build a new life. He knew she felt guilty and he knew she loved him, but their relationship would never be fully repaired. And so for him, whilst Mother's Day was of course about her, it was about so much more too… it was about being thankful for the women who'd truly had an impact on his life.

"Daddy?" Logan pulled Caleb from his thoughts with a voice that Caleb knew meant a deep question was coming.

"What bubba?" He asked, squeezing Everly's waist as she sat on his lap and cooed away while trying to copy what her big brother and sister were doing. Whilst Hanna had run into town to meet up with Emily for coffee (an ingenious plan which Caleb had set into motion a few days ago), he'd set up their three children at the kitchen table with paint and a photo frame each that they were going to decorate for Hanna to give to her tomorrow.

"Is Grammy Mommy's Mommy?" Logan asked, splodging some blue paint onto the frame in front of him.

"She is," Caleb agreed, helping Everly as the 8-month-old tried to shove her paint-clad finger into her mouth rather than onto the frame.

"What about your Mommy?" The little boy frowned. "Who is she?"

Caleb sighed, "Nana's my Mommy," He said gently, brushing Everly's blonde hair back so that he could kiss her forehead. He never ever wanted his children to experience an inch of what he'd had to go through, but he knew they didn't realize just how amazing their Mommy was.

"But Nana's in Califormya," Logan said as he chose the next colour paint he wanted to use.

"California bud," Caleb said softly, leaning over to check Mila was okay. She shrugged him off, her independent-streak coming to the fore as she focused with all her might on the project in front of her. It essentially looked like a pink paint bomb had gone off, but Caleb could go with it. It was completely his little girl and that's what mattered the most.

"That's what I said," The chestnut-haired pre-schooler replied. "Nana's never here."

Caleb didn't really know what to say. It was true, Claudia wasn't there very often, but she lived on the other side of the country. She had responsibilities, just like they did which meant they really didn't get to see each other very often. "Nana is busy."

"Grammy's not busy."

"Grammy is busy, but she only lives a few minutes away so it's easy to see her when she's not busy. Nana lives a long way away."

Logan stopped what he was doing and looked up at Caleb, "Mommy's should live close by," He said, resting his chin in his hand.

"Why?"

"Because they need to look after their babies and they can't do that if they're in Califormya or on the moon."

"California's not the moon, Lo."

"Did Nana always live in Califormya?" Logan ignored him and persevered with his questioning.

"California," Caleb corrected him again and despite the heaviness of the conversation, he smiled when he saw Logan roll his eyes and mutter something that sounded very similar to that's what I said. "Nana's lived in California a long time."

"Since you were little?"

"Yeah," Caleb nodded, "Since I was little."

"Then why are you here?" Logan asked, genuinely confused, "You should be in Califormya too."

"It doesn't always work like that," Caleb explained, bouncing Everly on his lap and reaching a hand out to run his hand through Mila's hair.

"Why not?" Logan pressed him.

"It just doesn't, okay Lo?"

"But why?"

Caleb looked at him and felt his body fill with dread. He didn't want to be having this conversation right now. "Are you done?" He changed the subject as Logan put his paintbrush down. Logan could hear the tone in his voice change and he nodded silently, pushing the frame away from him.

Caleb stood up and moved Everly to the sink so that he could wash all the paint off her hands. She probably needed a bath, but he knew he didn't have much time and there was a lot to clean up. "All finished," He whispered against the baby's hair, pressing a kiss against her ear before he moved her over to her playpen to let him get on with fixing the mess that was their kitchen table.

"Daddy?"

"What Lo?" Caleb let out a deep breath but he berated himself as he watched Logan visibly shirk. He was still so innocent.

"Sorry Daddy," Logan mumbled, keeping his head down and avoiding eye contact as he felt the tears build up.

"No," Caleb shook his head, picking him up and holding him in his arms as Logan buried his head against Caleb's neck. "I'm sorry," He whispered, stroking his back. He felt Logan grip his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around his neck and he knew that paint was probably going everywhere, but in that moment he didn't care. "You know how much Daddy loves you, don't you?"

He felt Logan nod and was just about to say something else when an all-too-familiar "Uh oh," graced their ears. They both turned their heads to see what Mila had done and Caleb couldn't help but roll his eyes. Clearly, she'd decided the frame was no longer a suitable canvas for her artistic skills and instead had started to paint as much of her arm as possible. "Do not move," Caleb told her as her hand wavered.

"Paint," Mila called, picking her brush back up again to start on the other arm.

"Mila," Caleb warned her, "Stop right now," His tone held no room for defiance and he tried to hide his grin as she literally froze. He placed Logan down and rushed over to her, holding her out in front of him at arm's length whilst she giggled hysterically, "This isn't funny," He couldn't help but laugh with her as he put her straight into the sink and started to pull off her t-shirt and panties.

"Daddy no," She reached for him, laughing as he moved as far back as possible whilst still being able to turn the water on.

"You're all dirty," He told her, happy once she started to move her arms under the water.

"I paintin'."

"Did you get bored with painting the picture frame?" He asked her with raised brows, shaking his head slightly.

"I painted me."

Caleb laughed and used some soap to start cleaning off her arms, "You did paint yourself," He agreed, kissing her forehead before she stood up in the sink and had clearly had enough. "Okay," He sighed, bringing her wet body against his chest, "You will have to do," He murmured, wishing he had thought about this better. He didn't even have a towel to hand.

"Daddy, when will they be dry?" Logan asked, touching his photo frame.

"Soon bubba," He frowned, "Don't touch it, okay?" Logan nodded and retracted his hand, "But we should move them upstairs so Mommy doesn't see them," He added, balancing Mila's and Everly's in his free hand. "Can you pick yours up and bring it upstairs with me?"

"But I can't touch it."

Caleb rolled his eyes, "I changed my mind, you can touch it," He said, "But just the edges and hold it out in front of you."

"Like this," Logan laughed, walking around with his arms out straight.

"Good job," Caleb agreed, "Now let's go quickly," He encouraged him, "Mommy can only have coffee for so long and we've got a big mess to sort out." In more ways than one he thought to himself…


When Hanna finally came home, Caleb thought he'd done a pretty good job of hiding all evidence relating to their painting session. The second biggest challenge was getting Logan and Mila to keep a secret, but he'd been pretty good at distracting them all day. Everything was going to plan and Caleb was feeling quite smug. That was, until Logan asked Hanna to put him to bed.

Mila had been tucked up, completely zonked about 15 minutes ago, but his little boy loved to talk and talk and talk until he fell asleep and Caleb knew that if there was going to be one little slip up about Hanna's present, it was going to be at 8pm. "Go give Daddy a bedtime kiss," Caleb heard Hanna say as he sat on the sofa feeding Everly her last bottle for the night.

"Night night Daddy," Logan said, leaning up to give Caleb a kiss before he gave Everly one too, "Night night Evvy," He whispered tiredly before scampering back off to Hanna before Caleb had a chance to say anything about keeping schtum.

He watched Hanna lead Logan by the hand down the hallway and he felt his heart clench. He wasn't ready to have the conversation with Logan yet about his childhood, but his son was smart and inquisitive by the way Caleb kept on deflecting his questions, he'd have realized there was more going on.

Upstairs, Logan was biding his time. He did exactly what his Mommy asked him to do and picked a book out before climbing into bed and waiting for her to cuddle up close to him and get comfortable. "What have you picked?" Hanna asked him quietly, wrapping her arm around him.

Logan looked at the front cover Dinotrux and sighed. He put the book down and looked up at her with his big brown eyes and she knew there was a question coming. "Why does Nana live in Califormya?"

Hanna stroked his hair soothingly, "Because that's where she's always lived."

"But Daddy…" Logan frowned and trailed off. He felt so confused.

"But Daddy what?" Hanna encouraged him, rubbing his side.

"Daddy doesn't live in Califormya."

"No," She agreed, "He lives here, with us in Rosewood."

"But why?"

"Because Mommy and Daddy met each other and we fell in love and we wanted to live together."

"But…"

"But what?" Hanna asked him, slightly concerned.

"But what about Nana? Nana is Daddy's Mommy and they need to be close by."

Hanna paused. She could tell where this conversation was going and it really wasn't her place to be having it. "Mommy's don't always live close to their babies."

"But Grammy is here and she is close to her babies."

She nuzzled his forehead with her nose, "I'm hearing a lot of but's coming out of your mouth," She said gently, tapping him on the nose and squeezing his side as he curled into her. "I know it's confusing," She added soothingly, "Did you try and ask Daddy?"

Logan nodded, "He got mad," He said solemnly and Hanna blinked her eyes shut to hide the pain that flashed across her face.

"Can you imagine if you didn't have Mommy or Daddy around?" She asked him gently, "What would it feel like?"

"Scary," Logan replied quietly, "And cold."

"And it would be sad, wouldn't it?"

Logan nodded, "Nobody would give me kisses."

"Exactly," Hanna agreed, "Daddy didn't have his Mommy or Daddy around for a long time and it made him feel all those things we just said. When you're sad about something, do you want to talk about it?" She asked him.

"No," Logan shook his head vehemently, "It makes me more sadder."

"That's right," She whispered, "So when you asked Daddy about his Mommy, it made him feel really sad and that's why he didn't want to talk about it."

"Oh."

There was a comfortable silence as Hanna let Logan process what she'd just said. He was so sensitive and caring and he idolized his Daddy and she could tell all he wanted to do was understand. "Daddy loves you so much," She said, brushing her hand through his hair, "And he's not mad," She added, letting her thumb run down to stroke his cheek, "He just doesn't want to talk about something that makes him sad."

Logan nodded and wiped his eye tiredly, "I know now," He agreed, "I don't want Daddy to be sad."

"He's happy now."

"Cos he has us so he's not scared and cold."

"And we love him a lot, don't we?"

Logan nodded again, "A lot," He mumbled.

"I think Daddy would like it if you told him that tomorrow."

"But it's your day Mommy," Logan gasped, before covering his mouth with his hand. He wasn't supposed to say anything.

"It's okay," Hanna laughed, "I know it's Mother's Day tomorrow," She soothed him, "But what would make me really happy, is if we make sure Daddy knows how much we love him too."

"Okay," Logan nodded, looking up at her tiredly.

"Time to go to sleep baby," She whispered, untangling them and giving him a kiss before tucking his covers up tightly. "I love you."

"I love you Mommy," He whispered back sleepily. She kissed his cheek one final time before heading to his door. She turned back to look at him and as she watched his little arm wrestle free from the covers as he started to doze off, she knew she was going to have to have a painful conversation with her husband before it started to effect her little boy any more than it already had.


Hanna lay quietly in bed as she waited for Caleb to join her, mulling over exactly what she wanted to say to him. Ever since her bedtime conversation with Logan she'd been quiet, and she knew he could probably guess why. They'd been with each other for so long - it wasn't that hard to read each other… which is why she knew that he was deliberately keeping the tap running to buy himself some time. And to think people ever called her dumb she thought, rolling her eyes as she pushed herself back out of bed.

In the bathroom, Caleb ran a hand through his hair as he tried to delay the impending conversation as long as possible. Memories of all his hated Mother's Days throughout his childhood were swarming around in his brain and he just wanted them to disappear. He wanted to bury all those feelings and never think of them again.

"You do realize we have a water bill to pay, right?"

Caleb looked in the mirror to let his gaze connect with the person he'd definitely left waiting for him in bed. "I know," He murmured, turning the faucet off before rotating his body around to rest against the countertop. She looked so perfect, leaning against the doorway in one of his t-shirts that just about covered her modesty.

She crossed the tiled floor to reach him and felt comforted when he wrapped his arms around her, letting her wedge herself between his legs. She cupped his cheeks in her hand and stroked her thumbs gently over his stubble as she stared up into his eyes, "I love you," She whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

He nodded and in that moment he looked so much like his son; so confused, so hurt, not knowing what to say to her. "I don't want to let it hurt him," He said quietly, looking down to avoid eye contact.

"I know you don't," She felt the liquid building up in her eyes, "But he's so confused and he just wants to know everything about you," She explained gently, forcing him to look at her.

"I don't know if I'm strong enough to stop it from hurting him too."

"You are," Hanna let her hands drop from his cheeks to his chest, "You're the strongest person we know."

He snorted pathetically, "This weekend's supposed to be all about you and here I am turning it into me."

"I don't care," Hanna smiled at him slightly, running her hands up and down his arms. They fell into a comfortable silence and she knew she wasn't going to have to push him to talk.

"I used to think Mother's Day was the most stupid holiday." Hanna didn't say anything, just moved closer to him to rest her head on his shoulder, running a comforting hand up his chest to rest at the nape of his neck. "I don't think I'll ever be able to fully forgive her."

She felt him squeeze her waist and her eyes fluttered shut as she tried to think of the best thing to say, "I know," She whispered. On some level, she would never be able to forgive Claudia either. "Me either," She said quietly as she felt one of his hands move up under the t-shirt she'd thrown on to rest on her naked back.

"Do you think I'm a good Dad?"

"Caleb." Hanna jerked up right and her body tensed. "We have three kids who think the sun literally shines out of your butt." He sighed and looked down, "Tell me what you're thinking," She said gently, pressing a kiss against his arm.

He sighed again and pulled her tight against him, burying his nose in her hair, "I think about Mila and Evvy and I think they've got you and they've got the girls and they've got your Mom to look up to," He started quietly, "I think about Logi and how I've never had anyone. How am I supposed to be that person?"

Hanna moved her head up and gave him a tender kiss, "You already are that person," She kissed him again, this time harder. She pulled away slightly, their lips an inch apart as she wrapped her arms around his neck again, "He's so perfect and when I look at him, all I see is you."

"I only see you," He murmured back to her.

"Then we'll need to meet in the middle and agree he's both of us," She smiled up at him, running her hands through his hair.

He turned them around and lifted her to sit on the edge of the countertop, placing his hands on either side of her hips. He dipped his head and closed his eyes to kiss her gently. "How do you always know what to say?"

Hanna sighed cupped his cheeks again, "Will you help him understand?" She asked, trying to convey all the love and support she wanted to give him. "It's all he wants and it's never going to make him love you any less."

Caleb nodded and exhaled, standing up to brush her hair behind her shoulders before resting them the palms of his hands on her jaw. He dipped his fingers down to finger with the neck of her t-shirt, pulling it over one side of her shoulder before he lowered his head to press a kiss against the soft, exposed skin. She sensed the mood change and as she felt his hands search for the hem of the over-sized clothing she was happy to go with it. He pushed his arousal into her groin and she pushed back just as hard, hooking her legs around his waist as he pulled the offending item of clothing over her head to leave her in only her panties. His lips attacked her neck and she knew he wanted to leave a hickey… right now she didn't care. All she could think about was that tomorrow, the house would be a much happier place.


From the moment Hanna woke up until she was allowed to go downstairs, Hanna didn't see Caleb. Instead after being woken up by kisses and cuddles from her two oldest babies, she was instructed that she needed to get dressed and make herself look "really pwetty" because Grammy was coming over with Grandad for a special breakfast. Hanna went with it and grabbed a quick shower before letting them – with a lot of guidance – pick out an outfit for her. Logan disappeared off downstairs halfway through leaving Hanna with Mila as she settled at her vanity and started to do her make up.

"Can you do Mommy's blusher?" She asked the little girl who was sat on the table, brushing the ends of Hanna's hair.

"Me," Mila gasped, letting Hanna hand her the blusher brush before she guided her hand up and down her cheekbone.

"You are doing such a good job," Hanna praised her, helping her to do the other cheek.

"Lips," Mila said, reaching for another random brush and moving it over Hanna's lips.

"What about this one?" Hanna suggested, handing her a lip-gloss to let her undo. Mila pulled out the brush and with Hanna's hand over the top of hers, brushed it over her Mommy's pouting lips. "Mmm, thank you," She rubbed her lips together and smiled.

"Me!" Mila tried.

"It's a special day, so we can put a bit on," Hanna agreed, laughing as Mila tried to keep as still as possible to let Hanna put the tiniest bit of lip-gloss on her lips. Hanna picked her up and turned her around to sit on her lap so that she could see herself in the mirror.

"Pwetty," Mila squealed, reaching a finger up to touch her lip.

"Not just pretty," Hanna said, "Beautiful. Shall we go downstairs and show Daddy our faces?"

Mila nodded, although she was completely taken in by the glossy sheen on her lips and not really paying attention as Hanna carried her downstairs to find the rest of their family. She was pleasantly surprised to find her Mom and Ted already in the kitchen, but even more surprised to see the breakfast Caleb had clearly been putting together. "Grandad," Mila called, alerting everyone to their presence.

"Finally honey, my stomach was about to eat itself," Ashley grinned, letting Ted take Mila before she moved in for a hug.

"Happy Mother's Day," Hanna whispered to her Mom, squeezing her tight. "It takes a long time to get ready when you let them pick out your outfit and do your make up," She defended herself, giving Ted a hug too before heading straight to her husband who was holding her youngest baby.

"They look like they did a pretty good job," He grinned, wrapping an arm around her and patting her butt as she took Everly from him. "She's been waiting for you to come down so she can say Happy Mother's Day," He said, stroking Everly's hair as she smiled up at her Mommy.

"And I've been waiting to see you all morning too," Hanna cooed, rubbing her nose against the baby's.

Logan rushed over and excitedly tugged on Hanna's top, "Mommy we got you flowers," He gushed, "And presents," He added, pulling her over to the table. "And we cooked you breakfast!"

"Wow Lo," Hanna squeezed his shoulder, "Is this all for me?" She asked, bouncing Everly in her arms.

Logan nodded and pulled a chair out for her, "Cos you're the bestest Mommy," He grinned, pulling himself up onto the seat next to her.

"I swear, we didn't even practice," Caleb moved behind her and pressed a kiss against the side of her head before starting to bring over the French toast and waffles he'd made and been keeping warm.

"Look at that," Ted grinned as Ashley sat down at the head of the table, with Hanna and Mila on either side of her.

"What?" She asked him coyly.

"Three female generations, all about to chew their own hand off."

"Damn straight," Ashley smiled, reaching for her drink. "We know what we want and we go out and get it." Hanna laughed and held Everly tight on her lap as they all started to eat, letting her try bits of waffle when she reached out for it. She looked around and reached a hand out to brush Logan's hair – he looked content like his questions from the previous evening weren't bothering him and Caleb looked equally as happy. Still, she hoped they'd have a conversation later.

It didn't take long until everyone was full and Logan was insistent on giving Hanna her presents. Caleb sat back and smiled as Logan and Mila showed them the frames they'd made and then filled with a picture of each of them with Hanna. Logan took it upon himself to show Hanna Everly's attempt too, much to the amusement of all the adults. They'd made an extra one for Ashley and when they presented it to her, Hanna thought her Mom was actually about to cry.

"They're so beautiful," Hanna gushed, "I can't wait to put them up."

"Mommy and Grammy you need to see your flowers too," Logan jumped down from his chair and dragged them over to the sofas where two bunches of flowers sat in vases. He was in his absolute element and spent the rest of the day making sure Hanna and Ashley were enjoying themselves, even as they went for a walk around Rosewood Park and he clearly wanted nothing more than to scoot off ahead on his scooter.

By the time they got home, Mila and Everly were desperate for their afternoon nap and were fast asleep as soon as Hanna laid them down. When she came back downstairs, she could see Caleb had pulled Logan onto his lap and was about to make herself scarce when he caught her eye and beckoned her over.

She curled her legs up underneath her and settled against Caleb's side, pressing a reassuring kiss against his chest as he wrapped an arm around her. There was silence and Caleb was thinking about how he wanted to start the conversation when Logan opened his sweet mouth, "Daddy, I don want you to be scared and cold and sad," He said solemnly.

"I'm not anymore," Caleb reassured him, pressing a kiss against his forehead, "As soon as I found Mommy she made me better."

Logan nodded, "Mommy makes me feel warm," He agreed, stretching his legs out over Hanna's lap.

"Mommy makes me feel warm too."

"Sometimes though," Hanna started, stroking his tiny leg, "Things happen which mean Mommy's can't make their babies feel warm and they need to let somebody else do it."

"In Califormya?"

"That's right," Caleb nodded, holding him close against his chest. "Nana couldn't be my Mommy for a long time."

"So you had Grammy instead?" Logan asked, looking up at Caleb with big eyes.

"No," Caleb shook his head, "I didn't have Grammy until I met Mommy."

"So who was your Mommy?"

Caleb paused, "I didn't have one."

"But everyone has a Mommy," He said, starting to get upset.

"Lo baby," Hanna stepped in and stroked his tummy, "Sometimes people don't have a Mommy and that's okay. Sometimes they get their Mommy back, sometimes they don't and sometimes they get a new one," She explained, "Daddy got his Mommy back, but not until much later."

"That's sad."

Hanna nodded, "It is sad and remember what we said last night?" She asked him and he nodded at her, "It can make people feel sadder talking about those things."

Logan threw his arms around Caleb and hugged him as tightly as he could, "You can share my Mommy."

Caleb laughed, "I already do bubba."

"Did Mommy save you?"

"You know what, Mommy did save me and she helped me find Nana and Poppa."

Logan played with a button on Caleb's shirt, processing all the information, "Mommy is the bestest."

"She is," Caleb grinned, pressing a noisy kiss against Hanna's mouth. "And that's why Mother's Day is so important, so we make sure she knows how important she is."

Logan pushed himself up and threw himself at Hanna, happily letting her give him a kiss, "We love you so much, Logi."

"I never want another Mommy in the whole entire world," He muttered, sitting back against Caleb's chest. "Can I go play with George now?"

"Of course," Hanna agreed, helping him down. Caleb sighed and pulled her legs over his lap once Logan had run off, "That wasn't too bad," She said, pushing her nose against his cheekbone.

"It never is when you're here."

She smacked his chest but pressed a kiss against his lips, "Now I know you're just charming me."

"I'm glad we had that conversation," Caleb said quietly, wrapping his arms around her. "But I really didn't want to ruin your Mother's Day," He added, squeezing her upper thigh.

She sighed contently, "You didn't," She said, watching as Logan led George over to some open space where he tried to encourage him to roll over. She looked up at Caleb and connected their eyes, rubbing his chest soothingly. "Seeing you having that moment with him, makes it the best day ever."


My poor bb Caleb. I really do think Hanna saved him which is why it is so difficult to watch this Spaleb crap when she has no idea ffs. Anyway, review? xoxo