Thanks for much for all of your amazing reviews on the last chapter! So glad people are enjoying it!

Boris Yeltsen: Thanks so much! Honestly, the only couple I really care about is Haleb. I guess my favorites would be the ones I have portrayed in this story? So Spoby, Jaria, and Emily/Samara? Not a huge fan of Ezria, just on principle (why do we have to glorify teacher/student relationships?! And especially teacher/student relationships where he entered into the relationship KNOWING she was a minor, with the intention of spying on her and her friends to get information about Aria's best friend that he had dated - ALSO a minor!) So not a big Ezria fan, just because of everything wrong with it, but honestly don't hate them, either. I know it probably seems like I do, though, LOL. Not a fan of Emison because I just hate Alison and think she's a terrible person/friend, and didn't deserve the writers' attempt at a redemption arc. Other than that, I don't have super strong feelings on ships, other than pairings that interfere with my OTP (AKA Spa-blech - HATE! Hanna and Unattractive Travis - DISGUSTING! Hanna and Boring Jordan - GO AWAY, LOSER!) Also, important to note that before the show was even halfway over, I kind of gave up on it and only paid attention to Haleb. AKA, I didn't watch 4B or the first four episodes of Season 5, and stopped watching completely after 6A, just watching the Haleb scenes on YouTube the next day. So maybe that's why I gave up on the other ships, haha.

Krystal Moore: Thanks so much for reading and reviewing! So glad we've been able to add another Haleber to the fandom - it's been slow in growing lately seeing as the show ended three years ago! Adapting the details of show to fit the story is definitely something I've been working hard at. Keeping Haleb in character is something I sometimes struggle with, so I figure using exact quotes is a good way to do that!

DuncneyLoveOfMyLife: Your reviews always make me laugh! Yes, Haleb definitely needed some time alone together away from Jordan, didn't they?

PrettyLittleAshwee11/Ashley: Here it is! Thanks for reading and reviewing! I know, once a week is hard, isn't it? Trust me, sometimes I get super excited about a chapter and want to update sooner, but I figure this way, you may only get one update a week, BUT you are guaranteed a regular stream of Haleb content for the next few months, too. If I uploaded the rest of the chapters every day for the next couple weeks, then you'd have nothing new to look forward to after that!

Enjoy!

Not feeling well :( Can you come here instead? xx

Hanna shot the text off to Caleb and waited for his reply as she sat on the couch in her living room, flipping through television channels before settling on Lifetime where she had found some Dance Moms re-runs.

Less than a minute later, her phone started ringing, and she glanced at the screen to see that it was him calling.

"Hey, you," she answered, a wide smile on her face just at the thought of hearing his voice.

"Han, you know I hate going there," he said immediately. He knew she had a whole other life, one that didn't include him, but rather, included her husband, but he didn't need to be reminded of it sitting in their house surrounded by gorgeous photos of them smiling and looking happy.

"I know," she said, sighing. "But I really don't feel good. I just want to stay home. I always go over there - can't you come here for once?" She knew she sounded whiny, but she really didn't feel well. That didn't mean she was okay with missing out on an opportunity to spend some more time with him, though.

"Han," he groaned. "It doesn't feel right being with you in his house."

"Well, it's my house, too," she replied. "And my vagina is bleeding and I have defibrillating cramps, and I just want to stay at my house."

He frowned, confused, until he realized what she meant, which made him smile to himself.

"Debilitating, babe," he corrected, chuckling. God, she's cute.

"Whatever," she huffed. "I have them. So if you want to see me, then you'll have to suck it up and come here tonight," she demanded. "And I really want to see you," she added sweetly, knowing that if nothing else did it, that would convince him.

She really did know him well.

"Fine," he groaned, giving into her, just like he always did. "I'll be right over."

"Hey, Dorota," Caleb greeted as Hanna's housekeeper opened the door to let him in.

"Hello, Mr. Caleb," she replied politely, stepping aside to welcome him inside. "Miss Hanna is in living room, but I must warn you," she leaned in, lowering her voice. "She is -" she hesitated, searching for the right word, "Crabby, so be careful what you say to Miss Hanna."

Caleb chuckled. That sounded like Hanna.

"Thanks for the warning, Dorota," he told her appreciatively as he went and found his girlfriend.

He walked into the living room to see her curled up on the couch with a blanket around her, her hand buried in a jumbo bag of M&Ms.

"Hey," he greeted softly, cautiously, as he kissed her forehead before settling down on the couch next to her, wrapping his arm around the blonde and pulling her into his side. "Are you gonna share your blanket with me?"

It was her favorite blanket, a gray leopard print Barefoot Dreams one that was just about the softest thing she had ever felt.

"I don't know yet," she replied, turning to face him. "It depends on how nice you are to me. Although you coming here is a good first step."

He shook his head, smiling to himself.

"So Dorota was right about you then, you are crabby," he teased her.

Hanna's mouth fell open in shock.

"She said that? She said I was crabby?" she asked indignantly. "Dorota!" she called out furiously for her housekeeper.

"Hey, don't be a brat," he chastised her. "She was just telling the truth," he mocked her, which was just making her even angrier.

"I don't even know why I wanted you to come over tonight," she shot back. "And I am definitely not sharing my blanket with you now."

"Come on, Han," he said soothingly. "Have you taken anything? I think we just need to get some pain meds in you, and maybe you'll be a little nicer."

She rolled her eyes, but she knew he was right. The cramps were definitely putting her in a bad mood.

"No," she admitted reluctantly. "I haven't."

"Well, then I'll go get you some," he told her gently. "You just put on the chickiest chick-flick that you can find, and I'll be right back."

Caleb went and found some Advil for Hanna, which really meant he found Dorota, who found some Advil for Hanna. Regardless, he returned to the living room with the Advil, as well as a bottle of water for her, to find her watching "13 Going on 30."

"Here, Han," he told her, handing her the pills and the water as he sat back down next to her. She took the medicine, before shooting Caleb an apologetic look. She knew she had been pretty unpleasant a few minutes ago.

"Thank you," she said sweetly. "And I'm sorry," she told him, pouting her lips to signal he should kiss her.

He obliged, placing a soft kiss on her lips, before pulling back and letting her cuddle into his side as they settled in to watch the movie. Well, Hanna was watching the movie, while Caleb was mainly just watching her, playing with her hair, and drawing invisible patterns on her skin.

When the movie finished, Hanna decided she was hungry and craving something sweet. So she dragged Caleb to the kitchen to make her favorite Annie's cinnamon rolls with her.

"Miss Hanna, I can do it," Dorota offered as she saw them walk into the kitchen and take out the can. "You go relax while I make them."

"No, why don't you go relax, Dorota?" Hanna countered. "Go home early. We can handle this."

Dorota looked shocked, offended even. Her job was to take care of Hanna, cook and bake and clean for her. She didn't 'relax' while she was supposed to be working.

Hanna took in Dorota's expression, and quickly attempted to rectify the situation.

"You just work so hard!" she explained. "You deserve a break. And you're so good at baking and everything, so, don't worry, I'll leave the difficult stuff to you. But I think Caleb and I can handle this."

"All we have to do is put them in the oven," Caleb agreed, backing Hanna up.

Dorota still didn't look too comfortable with the idea, but Hanna insisted, so she left them to their cinnamon roll escapades and went home for the night.

"You wanna preheat the oven?" Caleb asked Hanna as he worked on opening up the canister and placing the pastries on a baking sheet.

"Sure," Hanna said confidently, but ended up just pushing a bunch of buttons on the oven, confused by the space-ship-like appliance.

Caleb chuckled as he watched her struggling, before stepping in to help her.

"This is how you preheat an oven," he explained gently, pushing the correct buttons to set it to the right temperature.

"I would have figured it out eventually," Hanna mumbled, her cheeks flushing.

"It's okay," Caleb said teasingly, wrapping an arm around her. "Luckily, I'm not with you for your homemaking skills."

Hanna smiled as she moved to stand in front of him, his hands finding their natural position on her waist.

"So...what are you with me for, then?" she asked flirtatiously.

He grinned at her, thinking for the second time that day just how cute she was.

He considered his answer. He didn't know if he had time to tell her all the things he liked most about her.

"Well," he began. "There's your amazing body, of course. God, your boobs are seriously incredible," he teased as he cupped her breasts in his hands. "And don't even get me started on your ass."

"Hey!" she objected, a mock-offended look on her face, as she punched him jokingly in the arm.

"But there's also your eyes," he continued. "I love your eyes. The most perfect, piercing blue eyes. And then there's your sense of humor. You always make me laugh. Even when you're not trying to be, you are absolutely hilarious."

She couldn't help the smile that crossed her face. She was reminded yet again just how sweet he was. Or, at least, could be when he wanted to be.

"And finally - well, there's about a million more things I could say but then we'd be here all night and probably into next week, so I'll just leave it here - there's your heart. You have the biggest heart out of anyone I've ever met. You always want to help people. And not just your friends and family; you want to help everyone, even strangers. I love that about you."

"Wow," she breathed. "You're good." She smiled up at him as she leaned in to connect their lips.

Their moment was broken as the oven sounded to alert them it was ready.

Hanna put the tray of cinnamon rolls in the oven and set the timer, before leading Caleb back to the living room.

She encouraged him to sit down on the couch first, and she climbed on top of him, straddling him.

She leaned down to kiss him, his hands wrapping around her waist and holding her close. He nibbled on her bottom lip, before she felt his tongue tracing the outline of it, and then it was pushing at the seam, begging for entrance. She separated her lips just enough to let him in, before their tongues tangled together as they kissed and kissed and kissed.

They were so completely engrossed in each other, tongues exploring mouths, hands roaming bodies, lips slanting over lips, that they completely lost track of time, and didn't hear the timer for the oven when it went off 18 minutes later.

It wasn't until a burning smell wafted into the living room that they pulled apart.

"Shit!" Hanna exclaimed as she jumped off of Caleb's lap, running into the kitchen, Caleb following closely behind.

"Oh, no!" she groaned as she pulled the now-black pastries out of the oven. She began to cry as she looked down at the tray. She had really wanted those.

"Hey, shhh," Caleb soothed as he rubbed her back gently. "It's okay. It's not a big deal. So we burned the cinnamon rolls because we were a bit distracted."

"It's not okay!" Hanna cried. "I needed my cinnamon rolls! And this just proves that I can't do anything right - literally, all I had to do was put them in the oven, and then take them out, and I couldn't even do that right!"

"Han, it's seriously not a big deal," he reassured her. "We were a little preoccupied," he said with a smirk.

"It is a big deal!" she argued. She knew she was overreacting; she was perfectly aware of it. But this is exactly what she hated most about her period (aside from the cramps, of course) - her crazy emotions that reached both extreme highs and lows in a matter of minutes.

"Okay, fine, it's a big deal," he attempted to placate her. "You know what, I'm gonna run to the store, and I'll get some more, okay?" he said gently.

"No, you shouldn't have to do that just because I can't do anything right!" she told him.

"I want to," he replied softly. "If this is what will make you happy, then I want to get you your cinnamon rolls, okay?"

She just nodded, suddenly regretting sending Dorota home so early. She didn't really want him to leave, didn't want to be left alone right now, but she also really wanted her cinnamon rolls.

"How about you get yourself a glass of wine, and take it easy until I get back, okay, babe?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from her tear-stained cheek.

When Caleb returned with the cinnamon rolls, he found Hanna back on the couch, with a bottle of tequila and an empty shot glass on the coffee table in front of her, and he didn't recognize the movie that was on the television.

She seemed to be in a great mood now, all signs of tears gone, as she jumped up from the couch and wrapped her arms around him as soon as she saw him.

"Hi, baby," she murmured, running her hands down his arms. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too," he said tentatively, assessing the scene. "How much have you had to drink?" he asked, picking up the bottle of tequila to see that it was half-empty.

"Not that much," she said, but the way she erupted into a fit of giggles gave away just how drunk she was.

"Were you seriously just drinking the entire time I was gone?" he asked, concerned.

"You told me to!" she stated, still giggling.

"I told you to have a glass of wine!" he argued, but he couldn't stop the wide smile that spread across his face as he saw her in this state. "Not do tequila shots!"

"Well the te...te-killa shots worked," she slurred. "I don't have cramps anymore."

"I'm sure you don't!" he agreed, shaking his head, amused. "I bet you don't feel much of anything right now."

"Did you get the...cinnamon rolls?" she asked slowly, needing to think really hard to come out with the words.

"I did," he confirmed, holding up the grocery bag he was still holding. "I got three cans of them, just in case."

"You're the best," she said, her eyes filling with tears again as she thought about how sweet he was. "You're so much sweeter than Jordan," she slurred again. "He wouldn't have done this. He would have sent D...Dorota, or just bought me a present the next day to make up for it."

Caleb studied her, trying to figure out how much of what she was saying was how she really felt, and how much was spurred by her alcohol-fueled emotional breakdown.

Suddenly, she took out her phone.

"I'm gonna call Jordan," she announced. "I'm gonna tell him...that he doesn't need to come home, cuz...I have someone else, someone better, here to...take care of me."

Caleb felt his heart start to beat faster, and he was ashamed at how long it took him to take the phone from her hands. He hated to admit it, but a part of him wanted to let her call him. But a bigger part, the more rational part, took over. He knew that, while drunk Hanna might be super enthusiastic about the notion of telling her husband - over the phone, nonetheless - that she was cheating on him, sober Hanna, in the morning, would be furious with herself, and with him, for letting it happen.

"That's not a good idea," he forced himself to say, as he pocketed her phone while she whined in objection.

"But I want to!" she cried out.

"Trust me, babe, you'll thank me in the morning," he told her as he encouraged her to sit back down on the couch. "I'm gonna go make up the cinnamon rolls, okay?" he said gently. "I'll be right back. You stay right here," he demanded, afraid she would end up on the floor if she tried to stay standing without him there to support her.

Caleb made his way to the kitchen, where he put one of the new cans of cinnamon rolls in the oven, setting the timer on the oven and on his phone to make sure they heard it this time.

When he got back to the living room, Hanna's attention was back on the mysterious movie, and he now recognized a young Miley Cyrus on the screen.

"What are you watching?" he asked softly as he sat down next to her.

"Hannah Montana: The Movie!" she replied excitedly. "And you got back just in time for the best part!"

She moved to stand up, and he tried to coax her back down with him. "No, babe, you should stay still, you've had a lot to drink," he encouraged gently.

"Noooo," she moaned, walking over and standing next to the television. "I wanna show you!"

"Show me what?" he asked her.

"I wanna show you the dance!" she exclaimed, as music started playing in the movie.

"What dance?" He was confused. What was she talking about? She was highly intoxicated; she shouldn't be attempting to dance right now.

"The Throwdown Hoedown!" she replied. "I mean...the Hoedown Throwdown." She was confusing herself now, as she struggled to think clearly, the alcohol coursing through her veins.

"Boom boom clap
Boom de clap de clap," she sang, clapping along with the figures on screen.

"One, two, three, everybody
C'mon off your seats
I'm gonna tell ya 'bout a beat
That's gonna make ya move your feet"

He grinned at her as he watched her, finally realizing what was going on.

"I'll give the barbecue
Show and tell you how to move
If you're five or eighty two
This is somethin' you can do"

"Pop it, lock it
Polka dot it
Countrify then hip hop it
Put your hawk in the sky
Side to side
Jump to the left
Stick it, glide"

His eyes glanced from the screen to her, checking to see that she was, in fact, moving in perfect harmony with those in the movie, before his eyes settled on her, watching her every move. He couldn't take his eyes off of the hilarious, adorable, gorgeous, endearing, dorky blonde in front of him.

"Zig zag cross the floor
Shuffle in diagonal
When the drum hits
Hands on your hips
One foot it, 180 twist
And then a, zig zag
Step, slide
Lean it left
Clap three times
Shake it out
Head to toe
Throw it all together
That's how we roll"

She seemed to be having fun, not missing a beat, nailing every move, which just made Caleb enjoy watching her even more.

When the song ended, way too soon in Caleb's opinion (he loved watching her let loose like that), she collapsed on the couch next to him, breathing heavily.

"So did you like it?" she murmured, scooting even closer to him, running a hand gently through his hair.

"I loved it," he told her. "You did so good. You know what would be even better, though?" he asked, a smirk fighting its way onto his face.

She shook her head, biting her lip as she just stared back at him.

"You doing that dance for me...naked," he whispered in her ear huskily, before pulling back so he could see her reaction.

He was pretty sure any experience could be improved by including a naked Hanna Hobart.

She grinned at him, a devilish gleam in her eye, before she stood up and started to pull her shirt over her head.

"Not right now," he said, laughing, pulling her shirt back down, and encouraging her to curl up into his side as he wrapped an arm around her, keeping her close. He was worried she was going to pass out if she did that dance again. With the high Blood Alcohol Concentration she was clearly at, he didn't even want her walking, at this point. "We can save that for another time," he assured her.

They stayed curled up together, watching the movie, until the timer for the cinnamon rolls went off, at which point Caleb made his way back to the kitchen to take them out and frost them.

He brought the tray back to the living room, not missing the way Hanna's eyes lit up as soon as she saw the pastries. That immediately made it worth going all the way to the grocery store at this time of night just for cinnamon rolls.

She eagerly reached for one of the still-warm rolls, taking a bite and closing her eyes as the sweetness hit her taste buds.

"Thank you," she said sweetly to Caleb once she had swallowed her first bite of heaven, leaning in to kiss him softly, letting him taste the cinnamon on her tongue. "For coming over here, for going and getting the cinnamon rolls, for making them. For everything. I like having you around," she murmured against his lips.

He liked this side of drunk Hanna - open, vulnerable, not afraid to say the things they usually tiptoed around.

"I think...you might even get to share my blanket with me now," she told him, picking up the blanket that had been dropped on the floor at some point, and draping it over both of them as Caleb picked out a cinnamon roll for himself.

"I like having you around, too," he replied, pressing a kiss against her temple.

Soooo...I know I said no fluff. And this is pretty fluffy, isn't it? Oh, well, a little bit of fluff is always good, right? Besides, there's some important plot stuff in here, too. Kind of. Like, Hanna basically admitted she likes Caleb more than Jordan. Kind of. And Caleb proved, yet again, just how sweet he is. Whatever, fine, it was pretty much all fluff! But don't you worry, next chapter is going to be so action-packed, you're going to be wishing for fluff.

Also, I know Hannah Montana is probably a little new for Hanna's time. Like, I was a Hannah Montana kid, and I'm a full high school experience younger than the Liars were supposed to be, but Hannah Montana's still fun for everyone, right? I mean, come on, who doesn't like the Hoedown Throwdown? "If you're five or eighty two, this is something you can do"!

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