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Said You'd Always Be My White Blood
"Hello?" Ashley Marin answered the phone as soon as she saw the familiar number flash up on the handset.
"Hey," Caleb breathed, a tense hand wound in his hair as he paced around their empty hallway. "I need you to come over."
"O-okay," Ashley was slightly taken aback at his direct tone, but having spent the day with her daughter she didn't question it. "Is everything okay?" She asked, concern filtering through her voice.
"Han's gone."
"What do you mean, she's gone?"
"She's run out of the house and I need to go find her."
"Of course," Ashley startled Ted as she jumped up and started to search for her car keys. "Of course," She repeated, trying to process everything, "I'm coming now," She said before he hung up on her.
"What's going on?" Ted asked, his face full of worry as he watched Ashley run around like a headless chicken.
"It's Hanna," Was all she said before she left him there speechless as she ran out of the house.
Across Rosewood, Caleb was freaking out. Hanna had had PTSD episodes before, but they'd got through them together and she'd never run out on him. He just wanted to understand what was going through her head and how he could help her. His thoughts and pacing were broken as he heard a noise from the top of the stairs. He looked up to see Mila on the mezzanine, peering through the white railings in her pajamas. "Mila," He frowned, taking the stairs two at a time.
"Daddy," She called tiredly, her teddy bear held firmly in her hand as she reached for him.
"Hey," He hushed her, scooping her up into his arms. After her meltdown over chocolate milk, she'd been clingy when he'd first put her down, so he wasn't that surprised that she wasn't settling straight away. "What's wrong?" He asked her, pressing a kiss against her forehead as he walked them back down the hallway to her room.
"Daddy store-ree," She mumbled, rubbing her eye as they entered her pink Princess palace.
"You've had a story baby," He said gently, placing her back in bed and pulling her covers up.
"One more," She begged tiredly, trying to climb out of bed to grab a book from her bookshelf.
"Okay, okay," He placated her, encouraging her to lie back down as he grabbed the closest book he could find. "Shh," He soothed her as she fought to sit up, "Lie back down," He encouraged her, stroking her side as her tiredness overpowered her defiance and she gave in.
"Daddy," She muttered, reaching for the book.
"Quiet," He said again, brushing her hair back as he distractedly started to read The Very Fairy Princess. Within a few minutes, Mila was back asleep and it wasn't long until Ashley turned up. He didn't even bother trying to explain to her what was going on, just told her where all the kids were and then headed out the door. He started to panic as he realized just how much time had passed since Hanna had stormed out. She could have been anywhere in Rosewood, but he reminded himself that he knew his wife and he trusted his gut.
He ended up in the park, pulled towards the playground and it wasn't too long before he spotted Hanna, sitting on the swings. Their swings. "Hanna," He whispered to himself, picking up his pace as the urge to be near her intensified.
She looked up as she heard footsteps approaching and he could see instantly that she'd been crying. He rushed over, kneeling on the trodden ground as she fell into his arms and cried. He held her as she clung onto him, stroking her hair as her body released everything she was feeling. And when she finally paused to take a breath and look him in the eye, he cupped her cheeks and told her he loved her. He'd never wanted her to believe it more than in that moment.
"I'm sorry," She whimpered, burying her face against his neck.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," He promised, his heart hurting as he thought about the amount of guilt she carried.
"I'm sorry for running out."
"It's okay," Caleb pulled back and bunched his hands through her hair, forcing her to look at him, "It's okay," He repeated, bringing her forehead to rest on his.
"I don't want to be around them when I'm like that," She cried, lifting a shaky hand to wipe her eye.
"I know," Caleb's voice became strangled as he thought about their children. There was nothing more he wanted to do than take her pain away. "Tell me what happened," He begged her, his thumb stroking across her cheek.
"I had a dream," She tried hard to steady her breath, "And I was in the dollhouse," She whimpered, "And A was making me choose who to give food to," She started to cry again, "And I couldn't decide and I just wanted it all to stop but it wouldn't and then I'd taken too long and then you were there," She garbled, her words mushing into one as she forgot to breathe.
"It's not real," He promised her, holding her head against his shoulder as they sat there at the base of the swings, probably looking like two of the biggest idiots on the planet. Caleb didn't care; all that mattered in that moment was having Hanna in his arms, opening up to him as they both fought to get her back on track. Right now, he would do anything to get her there. "I was never there," He whispered, "A won't hurt you, A won't hurt me and A will not hurt any of our children."
"She's hurting them through me," She argued, standing up forcibly and starting to pace with a hand held her to her head.
"No, she's not," Caleb stood too, glued to the spot as he crossed his arms. "She will never get to them, just like she'll never get to you again."
"They know," She sniffled, "They know when it happens."
"No they don't," He argued with her, "Logi thinks his Mommy is amazing and got rid of the monsters in his closet, Mila just wants to paint everything pink and all Evvy's thinking about is whether to eat or sleep." Hanna stopped her pacing and finally allowed herself to smile. Caleb walked over to her and cupped her cheeks, "They love you," He whispered, "I love you."
Hanna closed her eyes and pursed her lips as she nodded, letting his words sink in. "I love you too."
He pulled her against him, holding her tight as he sent a silent prayer to the heavens thanking them for letting Hanna come back to him. "Come home," He whispered before kissing her softly.
She nodded, connecting their lips again. "Let's go home."
He took her hand, pulling her into his side as they started the moonlit walk back to their house. In that moment, as she fought to battle the tears that still threatened to fall, he knew he had to do something. And as he thought about their life together, he knew exactly what that something was.
As soon as they walked through the door, Ashley enveloped Hanna in a hug and took her through to the kitchen to make her a drink. Caleb took the opportunity to run upstairs and grab a sweater to try and warm up – all he'd cared about was finding Hanna and getting her to come back to him, however long that needed to take, but now that they were back home, he just felt freezing and completely stupid for leaving without a coat in November in Pennsylvania.
He checked in on Mila again, just to soothe his concerns before he made his way downstairs. As he walked towards the kitchen, he caught the tale end of Ashley and Hanna's conversation.
"I don't know why this one has been so bad," Hanna said, guilt seeping through her tone as Ashley sat with an arm around her at the table.
"Honey," Ashley started, "You just had a baby ten weeks ago," She reminded her, "All those hormones are still running around your body and making everything seem heightened."
"Your Mom's right," Caleb made his presence known as he walked over to them and sat on Hanna's other side. Ashley stood up to go and make another drink for him as he pulled Hanna onto his lap. "And I don't ever want you to blame yourself, okay?" Hanna nodded silently, although he wasn't entirely convinced she meant it. He stroked a piece of hair back from her face as he looked up at her with concern, "We should change it up for a bit," He murmured, drawing a puzzled look from her as she ran her hand through the back of her hair.
"What do you mean?" She asked as Ashley rejoined them.
"I think we should get out of here, take a trip." He squeezed her waist, "Let's go to New York for a few days."
"Okay," She agreed, stroking his cheek.
"It'll be good for you to get away," Ashley agreed, rubbing Hanna's leg as Everly started to whimper.
"She's like clockwork," Hanna mumbled, standing up and moving over to the bassinette. "Hi baby," She cooed, her mood immediately elevating as she lifted her into her arms.
Caleb watched them together and grinned as the baby settled so naturally on Hanna's chest. "She loves you," He said as she came back over and sat down opposite them.
"I love her," Hanna agreed, a genuine smile crossing her face.
Ashley smiled and turned to Caleb, "So, where are you going to stay in New York?"
"I actually saw this place in Tribeca not that long ago and I wanted to check it out anyway," He explained, "So hopefully I can call up and we can stay there for a few days."
"Like a hotel?" Ashley pushed him as he watched Hanna gently play with Everly.
"No," He shook his head, "It's an apartment."
"Not your old one?" Ashley laughed.
Caleb smiled and shot her a look, "I think we'd both never want to go back if we tried to stay with three kids in a shoebox."
"At least one of them would be thrown out of the window," Hanna added, kissing Everly's cheek.
Ashley rolled her eyes, "Sweetheart, they're not that bad."
"No," Hanna sighed in agreement, "They're not. They keep me going."
Caleb avoided eye contact with Ashley as she shot him a concerned look. Hanna might have been back with them, but after the happenings of last night and the subsequent effect on the day, he knew there was still a short way to go. And in the meantime, it really would be their three beautiful children who would keep her going.
Ashley stayed for a short while longer, spending some time playing with Everly quietly as Caleb put in a late-night call to his contact in New York about the apartment he wanted them to stay in. Hanna sat with her Mom for a bit, wanting to be close to her baby girl until she knew she should take the opportunity to go and get Everly's bath ready without a baby in her arms. It really was her favourite time of the day with Everly – when it was just them and she could sit there, holding her as the water gently lapped around her. Sometimes, when Everly would lie in the water, blinking her big newborn eyes up at her, taking her in as she worked so hard to process where she was and what she was doing, Hanna felt like the whole world would just disappear for a moment. She never wanted that moment to end.
She tested the temperature of the water and was just about to head downstairs to steal Everly back when the door squeaked open and Caleb appeared with their baby in his arms. "Your Mom's gone," He said quietly, "And this little lady's ready to get ready for bed," He added, kissing Everly's hair before he sat and laid her down on the towel Hanna had put out.
"Are you ready for your bath?" Hanna cooed, ducking her head to kiss the baby as she held her cheeks.
"You are," Caleb murmured at her, starting to take off her onesie. "You love your bath," He grinned, pulling her arms free before removing her diaper.
Everly cooed back and waved her arm around as Hanna picked her up gently and settled her in her baby tub. "Is that good?" She asked, splashing some water over her belly as Everly looked up at her. "It is, huh?"
"It definitely is," Caleb agreed, kneeling next to her and brushing some water over the top of Everly's little legs as she lay there contently. "Evvy," He whispered, playing with her toes, "Can you smile for us?"
"Caleb," Hanna smiled and quirked her brows as she moved Everly to her front and began to wash her back, "This is supposed to be quiet time," She whispered.
"Wait until she realises how much fun splashing is," He replied, standing to grab the tiny towel Hanna had placed on the radiator.
"She won't," She retorted, washing the water over Everly's belly one final time before she lifted her out and placed her straight in the middle of the towel Caleb had laid out. "She knows exactly how relaxing baths are supposed to be," She whispered, pressing a soft kiss on the baby's chest before she stood and moved over to the cupboard near the sink. "Here," She pulled out a bottle of baby massage oil and handed it to Caleb who was completely taken in by the little human being who was staring up at him, "She prefers it when you do it."
"Don't be jealous," Caleb smirked at her, pouring some oil on his hands before rubbing them together to warm it up, "She just knows Daddy has magical hands," He said, placing the palms of his hands on Everly's chest before he started to move them in soothing motions. Hanna sat next to him and with a hand on his back, she simply watched as they bonded and loved on each other. She thought about what she'd said earlier and silently corrected herself; it was her children and Caleb who kept her going. As she sat there, taking in all the love that radiated between them, she knew she'd never make that mistake again.
As they dressed Everly in her pyjamas and moved to their bedroom so that Hanna could feed her in the darkly lit room, all thoughts of her earlier trauma disappeared for a moment. And when she was finally asleep and they were tucked up in bed too, Hanna curled her body into Caleb's, thinking about how happy she felt about going back to their old neighbourhood; the neighbourhood where she'd finally felt free from the clutches of A and happy with her life. With her heart full, she finally slept peacefully.
The next morning, Caleb let Hanna sleep in later than usual. He could see she was exhausted, mentally and physically and he wanted to give her a break. He enjoyed his trips to California, but when it meant Hanna was now left to deal with their three kids... Well he was pretty sure the next one would be even briefer. Whilst she slept, he started to pack up everything they'd need to take to New York, loading things into the car until she woke up and took complete pity on him when the first thing he did was ask her how many pacifier's he should have packed.
It didn't surprise either of them that by the time they got to New York and unloaded what felt like their entire house, there was just enough daylight left to let Mila and Logan burn off steam at Washington Market Park near the apartment. The girls had sent Hanna a few concerned messages, knowing it was pretty unusual for them to impulsively decide to disappear for a few days, but as she walked near Caleb's side as he pushed the stroller, she replied telling them not to worry and that they just needed to get away. She knew it wouldn't do much to alleviate their unease, but it would have to do. She was ready to put yesterday in a box and move on, not rehash it all. Tribeca felt like a second home… a second home that had absolutely nothing to do with A… a second home that made her feel free.
As they put Logan and Mila to bed, Hanna took a moment to appreciate how perfectly everything was set up for them. It was a beautiful three-bedroom loft conversion that had an open-plan living area with good-sized bedrooms for New York. The master was dreamy and Hanna had been in awe of the amount of natural light that flooded the room, whilst the other two bedrooms were clearly set up for young children, complete with toys and furnishings that made both Logan and Mila spin around in delight when they'd seen them for the first time.
"How did you find this place?" Hanna asked Caleb as they lay on the sofa, legs entwined as two half-full glasses of wine sat on the coffee table.
"I just saw it online," He said, running a hand through the back of her hair.
"Like Airbnb?"
"Something like that," He said coyly, "Why?" He worried, "Don't you like it?"
"No," She stroked her hand across his chest, "It's amazing," She whispered, taking in her surroundings. "Definitely an upgrade from our shoebox."
Caleb looked down at her and smiled as their eyes connected, "I loved our shoebox," He whispered, encouraging her to lift her head so he could place a soft kiss on her lips.
"I loved our shoebox too," She didn't even try and deny it.
"We had great sex in that shoebox."
"Caleb!" She hit his chest.
"What? We did."
"So," She shook her head, "I loved it because it was our first home together."
Caleb stroked her back, letting his hands run down to her arse to give it a squeeze, "You're right," He conceded, "I loved it for that too," He murmured, "And besides," He started. "Really good sex was not confined to the shoebox anyway."
Hanna moved her leg over his, moving up to lean over him completely as his hands skimmed along the back of her thighs. "No," She kissed him again, "It's not."
He bit his lip, "I'm going to prove you right."
"Daddy," Logan started the next morning as they stood in the room he was staying in. "Why aren't we at home?"
"Because Mommy and Daddy wanted to come up to New York for a bit."
"Why?"
"Because we like New York?"
"Why?"
"Because it's where we used to live together after school and we have a lot of memories here."
"But you live in Rosewood."
"We do," Caleb agreed, "But sometimes Rosewood can feel really small, Lo."
"Oh," The little boy paused as Caleb rifled through his suitcase to find him clothes for the day. "I like it."
"What do you like about it?" Caleb asked him, sitting himself down on the floor, glancing across at Mila who was snooping around the room in her pyjamas, trying to inspect every nook and cranny.
"Snow!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.
"The snow's pretty fun, isn't it?" He grinned, helping him tug a t-shirt over his head. "Do you like your room?" He asked, standing up to grab Mila as he spotted her trying to pull out an electrical plug. "Mila," He snapped, immediately grabbing her attention, "No touching that," He warned her, holding his hand out for her instead. "Let's go get ready," He insisted as she stood for a moment and refused to move. The thought of clothes was enough to tempt her and she raced forward to grab his fingers, following him as he led her by the hand into the room she was staying in next door to Logan's.
Caleb tried not to laugh as she brushed her messy bed hair vehemently back from her face before rushing over to her case. "What about you buggy?" He asked her sweetly, "Do you like your room too?" He said, running a hand through her hair to try and tame the blonde mop as he knelt on the floor near a heap of clothes. She was obsessed with her clothes - literally, obsessed - and she loved to pull them all out onto the floor so that she could choose what she wanted to wear.
"Yes," She mumbled, sucking on her binky as she reached for a tiny grey jumper to give to him.
"You want to wear this?" He asked her, letting her move around the mess to pick out everything else she wanted.
"Dis," She added, holding up her black leotard that she wore to dance class. Caleb had no idea how it had actually gotten into her suitcase, but he could probably guess it was to avoid a temper tantrum.
"You can't wear that bug," He shook his head, reaching for her pyjama top. "You'll get cold outside," He told her as she looked at him defiantly. He scooped her up and held her across his chest, blowing a raspberry on her bare legs as she shrieked happily.
"Daddy!" She squealed as he tickled her belly, "No!"
"No?" He raised his eyebrows, putting her down. "Are you going to put some pants on instead?"
"No," She shook her head, reaching for a pair of long socks.
"What will Mommy think about this outfit, hey?" He asked her, knowing exactly what Hanna would think. There was only one place Mila got her appetite for fashion from and that was her Mama.
"I a bal'rina," Mila said, pulling out one of Caleb's old beanies as well. She'd found it at the bottom of their closet when she was trying to play dress up and now she wouldn't let the thing go. Caleb always felt his heart clench when he saw her wearing it. Hanna would tease him and say she just liked wearing a hat, but Caleb knew she wouldn't give it up because it smelt of him.
"A ballerina with a beanie?"
"Yes," Mila nodded her head, a perfect little pout gracing her lips as she waited for Caleb to help dress her.
"Okay," He sighed in resignation, "But you gotta fight Mommy before we go out to get this outfit through the door," He said, pulling her in between his legs so that he could get her dressed in her outfit.
"Daddy," She called, gripping onto his shoulders as he pulled her leotard up over tush.
"Hi," He grinned, curling his arms around her and holding her tight in his arms as he peppered her cheek with kisses. She squealed and wrestled her little arms free to pull his face in front of hers so that she could give him a kiss. "Arm," He said to her, trying to wrestle it through the tiniest strap.
"No," She shook her head again and reached for the grey hoodie to try and pull it over her head. Caleb rolled his eyes but helped her anyway before he managed to get her to put the leotard on over her top.
"Do you love New York?" He asked her as he guided the beanie over her hair.
"New Yak!" She exclaimed excitedly, rushing to grab her socks and try and pull them on. "Go pak Daddy."
"I know," He stroked her waist before he stood up, "You loved the park yesterday and today we're going to Central Park. I think Mommy loves that park too," He added as she reached for his hand and they headed out into the living area.
"I love what?" Hanna turned her head and looked over her shoulder at them as she sat on the sofa.
"Central Park," He grinned at her, moving over to place a tender kiss on her lips.
"Mmm," She mumbled against his lips. "I do love it," She kissed him again, stroking his ear before she pulled away. "Mila!" She gasped as the little girl ran round to her, "What are you wearing?" She asked, her eyes wide as Mila grinned and curled her body up.
"I bal'rina," She twirled around quickly, much to the amusement of both of her parents. Caleb ran a hand through Hanna's hair as he leant on the back of the sofa before deciding it was best to leave them to it and walked off to check on Everly and find Logan. He ideally wanted them to leave pretty soon.
"You're wearing Daddy's beanie too?" Mila nodded and lifted her hands up to feel the hat, tugging it slightly to bring it lower. "That doesn't mean we can go out without pants on though," She said, bringing her onto her lap.
"No," Mila pouted, settling on her legs as Hanna pulled down the sleeve her of tiny hoodie.
"But your legs will freeze and they'll fall off," She told her, craning her head to nuzzle her soft cheek.
"No Mama," Mila tried to be defiant, shaking her head as a smile broke out on her face at Hanna's affection.
"Yes," Hanna argued, cuddling her close, "They will," She kissed her forehead as Mila rested her little hands on top of Hanna's arms that were wrapped around her stomach, "And Mommy doesn't want you to not have any legs."
"My legs," The toddler prodded her bare thighs.
"That's right, they're your legs. Where are your toes?" She asked her, tickling her feet through her socks.
"Here," Mila shrieked, throwing herself backwards.
"Shall we go put some pants on?" Hanna proposed, propping her on the floor as she nodded. "Good idea," She took her hand and together they walked back to Mila's room, Hanna with every intention to right the wrong her husband had created when he let their daughter pick out exactly what she wanted to wear that day.
After she'd finally convinced her to wear the cutest little baggy jumpsuit Hanna had bought her over her hoodie, instead of the leotard, they came back out to find Caleb lounging on the sofa with Logan and Everly. "Is that Lo?" She heard him ask, swiftly followed by the most adorable baby noises.
"Evvy," Logan leant forward and placed a kiss on her lips, just as Hanna and Mila rounded the sofa.
"Is that your brother?" Hanna ducked her head and cooed at the baby who was sat on Caleb's lap, smiling away and waving her arms excitedly. "It is?" She grinned as Everly cooed right back at her, "That's your brother," She said, kissing her cheek as she continued to babble at Logan.
"You ready to go?" Caleb asked, looking up at Hanna.
"Yeah," She smiled, "Bug finally agreed to put some pants on."
Caleb turned his head to Mila, grinning at the beanie still on her head, "She looks so cute," He said, reaching a hand out to stroke Mila's cheek.
"Daddy go park," She pouted, resting her hands on his knees.
"Okay," He grinned, leaning forward to give her a kiss, "Let's go to the park."
They caught the metro North, the familiarity rushing back as the exited on the corner of Central Park. Mila was itching to get her feet amongst the greenery, but Caleb kept her on his shoulders until he was comfortable she wouldn't run off into an oncoming vehicle. Hanna could sense his nervousness and with a gentle squeeze of his arm, reassured him that it was okay to put her down. Logan took her hand straight away and they danced amongst the trees and foliage as Caleb guided them towards a very familiar place.
"Logi," Hanna gasped, squeezing his shoulder as they walked up to the Alice in Wonderland statue on the East side of the park. "Who is it?" She asked him, adjusting his little wooly hat.
He raced forward to look at the statue, touching one of the giant mushrooms as Mila followed him, desperate to not miss out on anything. "Mommy, it's Alice," The little boy called, turning his head to look at Hanna excitedly.
"It is," She agreed, lifting Mila up onto one of the mushrooms so that she could fully inspect the Alice figurine. She helped Logan up too, standing back slightly so that she could take a picture of them.
"Daddy," Mila called, waving at Caleb as she fought to keep her balance.
"Hey baby," He waved back, parking the stroller that contained their sleeping daughter, next to Hanna, "Be careful up there."
"I car-ful," She said, clinging to Alice's arm.
"Good," He agreed, placing a hand on Hanna's back. "What do you think Lo?"
"I love it," He said, hugging the cat on Alice's lap.
Hanna felt Caleb's hand move around her side as he searched for her hand, lacing their fingers as they both felt their heart tug at the familiar place. Hanna had never expected it to feel so special, so treasured, but hearing her little boy saying he loved the statue conjured up feelings and memories that she never wanted to forget.
"This is our place," She felt Caleb nuzzle her ear before his words hit her, "And now it's their place too."
Hanna nodded, squeezing his fingers as Logan and Mila continued to play and enjoy everything the statue had to offer. It was quite possibly her favourite place in New York for a very special reason. When she spoke to her friends and family about it, they always presumed it was because she loved the book, but to her and Caleb, as they stood in between the statue and the large expanse of water behind them, he'd asked her one question that put a diamond ring on her finger and sent her life down the most incredible path that had led her to where she was today.
Her thoughts were broken as Mila knelt down to counter a bout of instability and she was going to step in and take her off it when Caleb tugged on her hand and stopped her from moving forward. She gazed at him and with one look, he brought all the feelings and emotions of that evening in the very spot where they stood come rushing back, flowing through her body and consuming every single piece of her being.
And then he asked her that one question again.
"How long is forever?"
And whatever the intention was behind it, she fell again and again because there was only going to be one answer.
"Sometimes, just one second."
So... you know what this means... engagement flashback will be one of the first things you read in the next chapter. Still going somewhere with this so hang on for the ride people.
Restraints will be updated soon, so look out for that. I mentioned above I posted The Blue Devil but I've also been a busy bee and posted another oneshot Consideration and a new story called Signs so if you haven't read any of them go have a look!
One final note... I know there has been some drama about another story that was posted recently in the PLL fandom and also called Good Girl Gone Bad. The other person changed their title and from a fairness perspective, I may change mine too, but I'll leave it up to you guys: do you think it should be called Good Girl Gone Bad or We're Gone Forever ?
Let me know in a review? xoxo
