Well... ch37 here we are. I wanted to tap into something that I think the flash forward meant was completely missed and that they refuse to talk about in the show much anyway. Pretty sure if you're abducted/tortured you're gonna have some aftereffects. Chap named after "Hopelessly Coping" by Wilkinson which pretty much sums up Haleb for the next 5000 words

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Hopelessly Coping

"No," Hanna cried, "Please stop!"

She was back in her room and in front of her was a picture of her three friends. She had to pick one… one to give some food to.

"Please," She whimpered, "Just stop."

She knew she was on the edge of time running out and she had to make a decision but it was too much; she loved them all; she didn't want a single one of them to be in pain.

"Stop…" She cried again, "Stop… Stop…"

She blinked her eyes shut and when she opened them there was a picture of Caleb there in front of her too. "No!"

"You took too long."

"Not Caleb," She begged, the tears streaming down her cheeks, "Stop… Just make it stop…"

Hanna awoke with a jolt, her heart pounding, her cheeks wet and her throat clogged up as the emotions of the nightmare filtered through to reality. "Stop," She whispered, sitting up and rubbing her eyes as she blinked them shut to block out the pain. Her chest constricted and she forced herself to take a shuddering, slow breath before she glanced at the clock on the bedside table.

1:41am.

God, she hadn't even been asleep for 3 hours.

Her natural instinct would have been to curl into the warm body that should have been lying next to her, but the stark reality of the situation was that she was alone. Caleb was away in California for three days; he had a few meetings with the guys who'd bought his company and he'd tacked on an extra day to spend some time with his Mom and brothers. It was a flying visit, but for the past two days Hanna had felt off-balance without him at home.

"Get a grip," She whispered to herself, reaching for her phone. The first thing she wanted to do was text Caleb. If he couldn't be with her physically, then mobile phone communication would have to be the next best thing.

She sniffled and rubbed her eye again before starting to type out a message: Can't wait until you're home tomorrow. Let me know when you're free to talk, babies are missing you xxxxx

She read the message once, twice, three times and then deleted it all. Caleb was supposed to be enjoying himself – she didn't want him to be worrying when he looked at his phone in the morning. She started to cry again as her PTSD kicked in – she felt so much shame and guilt. She shouldn't still be experiencing nightmares this long after everything had happened. And they certainly shouldn't have been evolving to include Caleb. God, next she'd be having to choose between her babies. She knew that would break her.

She took a deep breath and cleared her throat before taking a sip of water and then lying back down on Caleb's pillow, hoping to find comfort in his scent. But her eyes refused to shut, the thought of her brain returning to the horrible memories of years past making it impossible without fear. She felt her eyes watering again – all she wanted was Caleb and if she called him, or texted him, she knew he'd be on the next flight home without any questions.

But that wasn't what she wanted; to be a drag on his life the way she had been for so long. He'd stuck with her through everything and given her a life that made her forget about what happened 99 percent of the time. She owed it to him to not let that 1 percent keep affecting him.

If she'd have been allowed to, she would have laid there and wallowed in self-pity and self-loathing for eternity, but her thoughts were forced aside as she heard crying coming down the hallway. Instantly, she knew it was Logan and irrationally her mind ran to the worst possible scenario; A was back… they had Logan… they were taking Logan from her… "Logan," She gasped, rushing out of bed towards the ever-increasing noise.

She'd just about yanked open her bedroom door when the spluttering four-year-old appeared right in front of her, his favourite teddy in his arms as he searched for comfort. "Mama," He cried, reaching for her.

"Hey baby," Hanna's voice wobbled as she rushed over to him, scooping him up and holding him against her shoulder. When her little boy called her Mama she knew he was really upset. "What's wrong?" She asked, heading back over to her bed as he continued to cry against her neck. "Did you have a bad dream?" She whispered as she curled them up in bed together. He nodded against her neck and she felt a few tears leak out of her own eyes; she needed him as much as he needed her right now.

She held him until he calmed down, soothing him and telling him that dreams weren't real over and over until he was simply lying on her chest quietly, gripping onto her t-shirt for all he was worth. "Do you want to tell me what your dream was about?" She asked him gently, trying to hide her emotions as she stroked the back of his hair.

"There was a monster," He whimpered.

"Where was the monster?" Hanna asked soothingly, rubbing his back as he cuddled his teddy close, wedging it between their two bodies.

"In my closet Mommy," He looked up at her with tears in his eyes.

She nodded understandingly. Right now, she knew all about fearing monsters that would hide behind doors in dark places and spring out of nowhere. "What would Daddy say if he was here?" She stroked his cheek with the pad of her thumb, asking him about Caleb as much for him as for her.

"Monsters aren't real," Logan took a shuddering breath.

"That's right," Hanna agreed and nodded, "That's exactly what he'd say and he'd open up your closet and show you there weren't any in there, wouldn't he?" Logan nodded, clinging onto Hanna's waist as she wrapped him up in her arms. "Can Mommy do it instead?"

"But what if the monsters are there Mommy and they get you?" He asked worriedly.

"Monsters aren't real baby," She hushed him, stroking his hair back from his face. "I promise." Your monsters… She thought, wiping her eye quickly.

"Okay," He agreed, detaching himself from her for a moment so that she could stand up before he stood on the bed and demanded she carried him back to his bedroom.

She turned on his bedside lamp and tucked him up in bed before making her way over to his closet and opening up the doors. She heard a little gasp in anticipation but stood back to reveal nothing but clothes. "No monsters, bubba," She said gently, shutting the doors and making her way back over to him. "No monsters," She repeated for herself quietly.

"When I close my eyes the monsters are there Momma," He said, looking sadly up at her as she sat on the side of his bed and stroked his hair.

"I know," She agreed, "Mommy had a bad dream too tonight and it's scary," She soothed him as best as she could, "But they're not real and nothing is going to hurt us. Daddy will never let anything hurt us."

"Did you have monsters too?" He asked solemnly, looking up at her with his big, brown, caring eyes that reminded her so much of Caleb.

Hanna debated what to say for a moment, "There was a monster in my dream," She eventually said, "But we can both be brave, can't we?" Logan nodded and Hanna could sense he was teetering on the edge of falling back asleep, "Close you eyes baby," She said softly, stroking the comforter that was covering his little body, "Nothing scary is going to happen." He blinked them shut and with Hanna's comforting hand, swiftly fell back into the land of nod.

Hanna sat there for a few minutes, watching his chest rise up and down as he slept peacefully again. She knew it was normal for kids to have nightmares, but she always worried about it whenever Logan or Mila came crying in the night. The irrational part of her said they knew about what had happened to her… they were dreaming the same dream… she would never escape A and everything that came with it. But then the rational side screamed out and reminded her that Caleb had let them watch Monsters Inc. earlier that week or that she'd caught Logan navigating his way around the parental locks on Netflix again and the fears that were haunting her babies in the night had nothing to do with stalkers and tormenters and everything to do with fake monsters who hid in closets and under beds to scare children.

She pressed a kiss against his head and stood, turning his light off before heading back to bed. She'd never felt scared in their home since they'd moved in, but nonetheless, not having Caleb there just made her feel a little bit uneasy. She buried herself back in bed and reached for her phone again, still debating whether to text Caleb or not. She opened up her conversation with him and looked at the picture he'd sent through when he'd got to his Mom's house of them sitting out near the pool enjoying a drink in the California sun. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin his trip.

She hastily closed the conversation and opened up her web browser, searching for homemade dream catchers. She clicked on a link and had just started reading through what she'd need to do tomorrow when Everly started to whimper from her crib. Hanna was slightly grateful – it meant it was a little while longer until she had to try and go back to sleep. "Hi pixie," She cooed, pulling the crying baby into her arms. "Don't tell me you had a bad dream too?" She asked, climbing back into bed and cradling Everly in her arms, "No," She agreed as she let Everly start to nurse, "You were just hungry," She said softly, stroking the baby's cheek as she drank thirstily.

The two and a half month old blinked up at her sleepily and paused, gurgling slightly before concentrating back on her feed. "Enough talking from Mommy," Hanna whispered to herself more than anything, stroking her tiny foot as she let her finish up. She settled Everly again quickly and climbed back into bed, staring at her phone and her conversation with Caleb for as long as she could until she drifted off into a fitful, disturbed sleep.


Hanna looked up from where she was painting the beginnings of the homemade dream catchers with Mila as she heard the front door slam, followed by a pair of heels clicking down the hallway. "Hey honey," Ashley Marin smiled as she entered the kitchen and dumped her bag on the island countertop.

"Hey," Hanna stood up to give her a hug, keeping an eye on Mila as she waved a paintbrush around in the air with the biggest smile on her face. She was proving to be their little creative bunny, refusing to sit still unless she had a paintbrush or crayon in her hand. "What are you doing here?"

"Things were quiet and I wanted to come see my granddaughters," She grinned, bending down to press a kiss against Mila's forehead before she moved over to Everly who was wide awake in her bouncer and chewing on her hand as she watched her sister with interest. "I'm still getting used to the fact that I have two."

"I thought we were doing dinner when Caleb got back?" Hanna looked at her slightly confused, rubbing her hand nervously along the back of her neck as she sat back down next to Mila.

"We are," Ashley agreed, still smiling as she scooped Everly up and joined them at the table. "But, I can't say no to seeing my grandbabies." Hanna felt the corners of her lips tugging upwards for the first time since Ashley had appeared as she watched Everly give her one of her precious newborn smiles.

"Mama," Mila called for Hanna's attention, done with the cutout paper plate in front of her. "No more."

"You're all done?" Hanna asked her, moving the plate to a piece of paper to dry, before placing another plain white cutout plate in front of her. "Can you make this one super special for Lo?" She encouraged her, brushing the little girl's hair back from her face as she nodded.

"Mila, what are you making?" Ashley asked in wonder, grinning at the toddler.

Mila looked up and squealed, "Paintin!"

"What are you painting?" Ashley tried again.

"Dam cac," She babbled incomprehensibly before returning back to her painting with a look of serious concentration on her face.

"Translation," Hanna said, "We're making dream catchers."

Ashley raised an eyebrow as she processed the information. That coupled with the fact that her son-in-law had called her and asked her to go and see if Hanna was okay added another piece to the puzzle. "Is everything okay, sweetheart?" She asked her daughter, bouncing Everly in her arms.

"Yeah," Hanna shrugged, "Why wouldn't it be?"

Ashley sighed quietly to herself as all the signs presented themselves. This was the emotional detachment that came after Hanna had had a flashback or a nightmare. "Caleb's been trying to call you," She said knowingly, "Is there a reason you're not picking up his calls?"

"I didn't even know," Hanna brushed it off, "I think my phone's upstairs or something."

"Sweetheart, your phone is attached to your hand like a Siamese twin."

"If you came over here to yell at me on Caleb's behalf because I left my phone upstairs, then can you please leave."

"Hanna," Ashley said as softly as she could, "He's worried about you."

"Well I don't want him to be," Hanna replied tersely. It was a lie. A blatant lie. There was nothing she wanted more than for Caleb to be worried and come home. But that was the selfish part of her screaming for him; right now she had to let him have a nice time in California away from her and the mess that she was.

Ashley fought internally with herself as her natural instincts tried to make her snap her daughter out of it. "Well," She retorted, "If you don't answer his call, he will be on the next flight home."

"Guess I better get my phone then," Hanna snapped, standing up and storming out of the kitchen.

Mila stopped her painting and looked up with her little mouth hanging open in shock at her Mommy. "Mama," She said worriedly, her fingers going to her mouth so that she could chew on them nervously.

"It's okay Mila," Ashley tried to comfort her, "Mommy's coming straight back."

"Mama," Mila's face screwed up even more and Ashley couldn't help but roll her eyes as her eldest granddaughter let some big fat crocodile tears run down her cheeks. Right now, she could only deal with having one diva in the family. Just as she was about to yell for her daughter, Hanna reappeared and breezed back into the kitchen with her phone in her hand.

"Oh," Hanna headed straight for Mila, all tones of defensiveness gone from her voice. "It's okay, I'm right here," She promised her, snuggling her close and kissing her cheek before she stopped her crying. "Finish off your painting for Lo," She encouraged her again, taking her seat next to her, "He's going to be so excited to see it and you're doing it in his favourite colour."

"Gween," Mila dabbed her paintbrush in the green paint.

"That's right, you're using the green paint."

"Hanna," Ashley looked at her expectantly.

"What?" She snapped again.

"Honey, I love you, Caleb loves you, when you have a nightmare we want to be there for you." Hanna was quiet and rested her elbows on the table so that she could hide her head in her hands. Ashley just sat with her and let her process – she knew right now there was nothing more she could say. There was silence until the phone Hanna had brought down started vibrating. Ashley glanced at the screen to see who it was, "It's Caleb," She told her daughter, "Are you going to answer it?"

Hanna took a deep quivering breath, before snatching the phone up and answering. "Hey baby," The moment she heard Caleb's voice come down the phone she started to cry again.

"Hey," She said, trying to keep her voice under control. "How's Cali?" She asked straight away, trying to avoid the obvious.

"Sunny," He smiled.

"Even in November?"

"It's always sunny."

Hanna felt a small grin grace her own face – he could always cheer her up, "How are all the meetings going?"

"Yeah, they're all pretty much done. Yesterday was kind of manic but I'm just gonna head back up to see my Mom for the rest of the afternoon and then get my flight tomorrow."

"That'll be nice."

"Han, baby," He started, "What's going on?"

"Nothing," She whispered, standing up again and heading over towards a corner of the kitchen that was more private.

"Don't lie to me," He said, "You haven't answered all morning and I get a text from Emily saying you've cancelled Mila's swimming lesson with no explanation, asking if everything's okay. I know when something's going on with you." Hanna sniffled slightly, bringing a shaky hand to her forehead. She didn't want him to think she was weak, or clingy, or dependent on him. "I love you," She heard him say, "You can tell me."

"I had a nightmare," She choked out.

On the other end of the phone, Caleb fought hard to keep his composure and bit down on his lip to stop an expletive leaving his mouth. She sounded so vulnerable – he hated himself for not being there. "Do you wanna talk to me about it?"

"No," Her voice choked, "But it felt really real."

"It's okay," He tried to comfort her as best as he could down the phone, "It's okay for it to feel real," He whispered again as he stared out of the window. "Listen," He started, "I'm gonna go grab the stuff that's at my Mom's and then I'm gonna try and get the next flight home."

"No Caleb," She started to protest but he cut her straight off.

"No," He said firmly, "No arguing, it's what I'm doing."

With his adamancy she felt relief and finally, she allowed her true feelings to bubble to the fore, "I really want you to come home," She whimpered.

"I know you do," He agreed tenderly, wishing more than anything he could be there in person to comfort her. "I know baby and I'll be home soon," He said, wedging his phone between his ear and shoulder as he used both hands to start to make sure he had everything.

"I feel so stupid," She cried, wiping at her eye with her fingertip to try and avoid smudging her make up.

"You're not stupid," He said with as much conviction as he could. "You are the smartest, bravest person I know. I know it's hard, but you need to believe me right now," He pleaded with her. He wanted to talk with her for hours, but he also knew if he wanted to get back to Rosewood as quickly as possible, he was going to have to hang up soon. "Is your Mom there?"

"Yeah," Hanna sniffled, looking over to table where Ashley was unsuccessfully trying to control Mila's wayward paintbrush. She clearly had a nice dollop of blue paint right on her forehead.

"Good," Caleb murmured, "I want her to stay with you this afternoon if she can and help you out with the terrors, okay?"

"Okay," She agreed. She didn't even try and fight him. She knew he'd get his way and as much as she didn't want to be babysat, she knew where he was coming from. Usually when she had a nightmare or a flashback, she was down and emotionally withdrawn for a period of time after and she needed somebody around to be a caring and guiding voice. It was usually Caleb, but right now, it was going to be her Mom.

"And if she can't stay, then we'll get someone else to come over instead," He said.

"Okay," She repeated.

"I love you, Hanna."

"I love you too," She whispered, knowing exactly what was about to come.

"I really don't want to, but I gotta hang up baby so I can come home to you."

"I know."

"I'll see you in a few hours. I love you."

"Love you," She whispered before he disconnected the call and she was left to stand in the kitchen. She composed herself as best as she could before turning and heading back to the table. "Are you painting Grammy, crazy girl?" She tickled Mila who shrieked and giggled with happiness.

"Did she get me?" Ashley asked, moving her hand to her forehead.

"Yeah," Hanna nodded with a small smile on her face as Mila's brush came a little too close to her own face, "Surely you felt a wet paintbrush on your skin?" She asked, lifting the paintbrush out of Mila's clenched fist and putting it safely out of reach.

Ashley scoffed, "I was too busy trying to make sure she didn't get this little one," She cooed at the baby in her arms. "And she didn't, did she? She didn't get you."

Hanna frowned as she untied Mila's little plastic apron they'd bought her and let her down to go and play, "I really hope my baby voice isn't that bad."

"Mommy's so sassy isn't she?" She carried on cooing at Everly, "So sassy."

Hanna smiled as Everly laughed, "Grammy's being silly," She said, stealing the baby from her Mom and holding her above her head, nuzzling her belly before bringing her down to rest against her chest. "And she's got green paint all over her head." Everly gurgled and brought her fist to her mouth to suck on, "I know, she looks funny doesn't she?"

Ashley rolled her eyes, but she was glad Hanna seemed a bit more upbeat. "I'm going to go and wash my face and then we can decide what we're doing for the rest of the afternoon. I'm guessing we need to pick Lo up soon?"

Hanna nodded and let herself smile a little bigger. She didn't need to ask her Mom to stay – she was already there and putting Hanna in a position where she had no choice but to go along with her. "I love you Mom."

Ashley paused and looked at her daughter. They were close and Hanna was always affectionate, but her words were poignant, "I love you too honey," She said, moving over to give her a tight hug with Everly wedged between them. "Don't you ever forget that."


A few hours, as Caleb had put it, was really seven or eight and although Hanna had appreciated her Mom's company when she'd made dinner, as she got the kids ready for bed on her own, she just wanted Caleb home already – especially when Mila started to throw a tantrum right before she was supposed to go to sleep. It was turning out to be a classic Mila Rivers 7pm diva show – everything running smoothly, picking out the elephant-covered pajamas she wanted to wear, going downstairs with Mommy to get a final drink before bam… water was not going to cut it. It was chocolate milk or else and the or else meant a wailing tantrum.

"Mila," Hanna warned her, pressing a kiss against Everly's head as she held her on her chest, "Stop crying," She told the toddler who had parked herself on the sofa in defiance. Hanna also thought it had something to do with the fact that one of Caleb's jumpers was strewn over the back and the little girl was tired and missing her Daddy.

"Mama," She sobbed, waving her sippy cup around in the air. "Chocco mil," Hanna managed to make out the garbled words over the toddler's cries.

"No," Hanna shook her head. "You know you're not allowed chocolate milk before bed," She said, "You can have water, but no chocolate milk."

"Mama," She cried and threw herself back onto the sofa dramatically.

"Mommy, I'm tired," Logan said as he stood patiently next to her, waiting to go up to bed.

"I know baby and Mila's upset because she's tired too…" She trailed off as Logan looked past her and gasped.

"Daddy!" He said, running straight past Hanna and into Caleb's arms.

"Hey bubba," Caleb whispered, cuddling him close. "I missed you," He added, pressing a kiss against his forehead, "Let me go say hi to Mommy." Hanna had been watching them silently, the sound of Mila's cries drowned out by the thumping of her heart as she waited for Caleb to come to her. "Hi," He moved over, cupping her jaw in his hands, before he rested his forehead on hers. She closed her eyes and the world around them disappeared for a brief second before she was brought back to reality by their screaming daughter, "Why is your sissy crying?" Caleb murmured, ducking his head to press a flurry of kisses against the side of Everly's head.

Hanna stroked Everly's back as Caleb turned around to take in the sight of his eldest daughter whimpering with self-pity, slumped on the sofa. "Because I wouldn't let her have chocolate milk," Hanna told him, taking a moment to inhale Everly's sweet baby smell, "But really, it's because her nap got cut short and she's tired."

"So if I cuddle her I'm not being good cop?" He checked, bending down to wrap his arm around Logan's waist and cuddle him close one more time. It was killing him that he couldn't move straight in and make his little girl feel better, but he knew that if she'd been really naughty, they couldn't teach her that the other parent would let her get away with it.

Hanna sighed and looked over at Mila. She was sniffling to herself with her sippy cup in her mouth, "No," She shook her head, "It's fine."

"Good," Caleb smiled at her, moving over to his little girl, "Because Daddy can't take it when you're throwing those big eyes up at me," He said gently, scooping Mila up and cradling her against his shoulder. She whimpered again but controlled herself and clung to Caleb for dear life. "Shh baby, it's okay," He whispered against her ear, "Has she been like this all day?" Caleb looked up and asked Hanna worriedly. It was the last thing he'd have wanted her to have to deal with.

"No," She shook her head, taking Logan's hand in hers and guiding him to the table to pick up his dream catcher. "She's been good."

"Good," Caleb murmured again, taking the sippy cup as Mila handed it to him before she rested her head on his shoulder and started to suck her thumb. He couldn't help but smile at the toddler as she blinked her eyes heavily at him, calming down as he ran his fingers through her hair and held her head against his shoulder. "You're just like Mama when you're tired," He whispered to her, pressing a kiss against her forehead.

"Mila made me a dream catcher to keep the monsters away," Logan said, holding up the works of art Mila had been making with Hanna. "Mommy says it stops them from being there when I close my eyes."

Caleb shot Hanna a questioning look as Logan padded over to hold the dream catcher up in front of Mila, "He had a bad dream last night," She explained quietly, following him over.

"Mommy did too," Logan offered up, "She had monsters but they weren't real. That's what I said to her."

"I'm sure you did Lo," Caleb agreed, placing a comforting hand on his shoulders. "You must have been really brave."

"I was Daddy and now I gots this catcher to make sure they never come back again."

"Shall we hang it up upstairs and then go to bed?" Caleb encouraged him, grateful when the little boy nodded happily. "Give Mommy a kiss," He guided him to Hanna who bent down to let Logan give her and then Everly a kiss. Mila threw herself at Hanna, all anger over the chocolate milk fiasco forgotten as she kissed her goodnight before Caleb whisked them upstairs to tuck them into bed.

There was finally quiet and Hanna peeked at the baby on her shoulder to see she'd already dozed off for her late evening nap. It amazed her everyday that their baby girl was managing to sleep through all the chaos that came with having an older brother and sister and formulate some sort of natural routine. Hanna placed her in her bassinette that they kept downstairs, knowing she'd be awake in an hour for some quiet playtime before she was given a bath and had a final feed for the day with the hope that she'd sleep for a solid 6 hours. She watched her chest rise up and down as she slept; she was so innocent and pure and after the lasting pain of her earlier nightmare, Hanna was reminded she was anything but those two things.

When Caleb came back downstairs, Hanna was still stood over the bassinette, her hands jammed in her back pockets as she watched their newborn baby nap. He reached out to rub her arms and she visibly jumped, not expecting his presence so soon. "Sorry," He whispered in her ear, sliding his hands in between her arms to wrap around her waist and pull her against his chest.

"It's okay," She said quietly, resting her hands on top of his as her head fit perfectly underneath his chin. "I was just watching her."

"I know," He reassured her, "She's easy to watch."

"This is my favourite time with her," Hanna added, squeezing Caleb's hand, "When it's just us."

Caleb bit his lip to fight a grin, "When her crazy brother and sister are finally asleep."

"What if we're not giving her enough?"

"Enough what?" Caleb's brow furrowed. As far as he was concerned, they were giving each of their children everything they had.

"Enough everything."

"Han," He started, ducking his head to press a kiss against her shoulder. "What happened to you is not going to stop you giving her the world."

Hanna scrunched her eyes shut at his words. She knew they'd have to talk about it but she really didn't want to. She swallowed before turning slightly and resting her head on his chest, "I hate it."

"I hate it too." Caleb reassured her, pressing a kiss against her hair.

"I just want to be normal."

"You are anything but normal," He murmured, meaning it in the most loving and admirable way possible, "And I don't ever want you to be. You're the most amazing person I know." Hanna went quiet and for a moment, Caleb thought he was starting to get through to her, starting to break down the walls that she fought so hard to put up every time her PTSD affected her. But before he could even realize what was actually happening, Hanna was detaching herself from him and storming off down the hallway, "Hanna!" He yelled, not the least bit caring if he disturbed Everly, "Where are you going?" He asked as she jammed on her winter coat.

"I can't…" She cried, trying to ignore him and head towards the door.

"Can't what?" He asked her, reaching out to touch her and bring her back to him.

"I can't do this," She sobbed, pushing him away to charge out the door and into dark winter skies of Rosewood.

Caleb ran a tense hand through his hair and sighed, stressed as he contemplated what to do next. He wanted to go after her… no, he needed to go after her, but there were three little sleeping bodies in the house that couldn't be left alone. All he knew, as he stood there staring at the front door, praying that Hanna would come charging back in and tell him what exactly was going on in her mind, was that they'd cope. He was going to make a plan and he was going to convince her that whatever was eating away at her and whatever was pushing her to doubt herself wasn't true. She'd come through the other side stronger than she'd ever been before and they had a marriage and three babies to prove it. It was going to be hopeless… but somehow… they'd cope.


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