Happy Haleb Day! Hope I'm not the only one celebrating by Tweeting my favorite quotes to my followers who don't give a shit because it's just my normal account, since I deleted my Haleb account years ago, rereading my favorite Fics and rewatching my favorite scenes, and wearing my OFFICIAL Haleb Forever T-shirt (although it's actually a picture of Tyshley, not Haleb. Don't get me wrong, I still love the shirt, but I do think Tyler and Ashley could have put a little more thought into what photo to use).
Also, make sure you check out my special 1105 update of Illicit Affairs!
I decided to play around a little with Haleb canon to post-time jump and The Perfectionists. So I guess they have a son named Aidan? Still not sure what in the world would possess Hanna to choose a name for her first born child with the first half of the name being the alias of her tormentor, but what do I know! Also, I think all us Haleb shippers know that the only canon we really need to acknowledge is Haleb and Logan, Mila, Everly, Indy, and George (shoutout to silenceeverything and Growth!), so take this with a grain of salt.
I also decided to include some flashbacks to their post-high school time in New York together, because I know NYC is where they ended their relationship, but I'd like to believe that before their relationship went south, they did have a lot of great times together. It was their first time truly on their own, without her friends and her mom constantly around butting in to their relationship, it was their first home together, they were finally free from -A, they were in Hanna's dream city. They definitely have some great memories from NYC, too. And I wish we could have gotten to see some of this on the show. I really hate that the only flashbacks we got of their life in NY were them fighting and them breaking up.
I'm warning you all now: this is a long one. Really long. (I don't know whether to apologize to you or tell you to bow down to me. Let me know: is the length a good thing or bad thing? I'm hoping that in this Haleb-drought world, it's a good thing.) Way longer than I expected it to be. This was kind of a bunch of ideas I had all wrapped up into one. And I think I dove a lot deeper into their feelings about the past than I intended to. So I ended up splitting it into three parts, just because I feel like it's less overwhelming to read that way, but they will all be posted today since it is, at its core, a oneshot!
(Also, it's not quite as long as the word count leads you to believe, since there is a very long Author's Note at the end. But even without any of the A/N, it's still over 21,000 words! (I don't know what the hell I was thinking - it kind of got out of hand!)) So grab a glass of wine or a cup of tea and make yourself comfortable!
Without further ado, enjoy!
"Remind me again why we decided to come to New York City in January?" Hanna Rivers asked on a frigid January morning in the Big Apple.
"Because you love New York in the winter time," Caleb Rivers reminded his wife as he walked beside her, pushing their two year-old son's UPPAbaby stroller. He still couldn't believe she had convinced him it was necessary to spend nearly $1,000 on a stroller, but what did he know? Maybe it was necessary. And if this is what it took to keep their perfect little boy safe, then he didn't really care how much it cost.
"Oh, yeah," she sighed contently as she took in the sparkling snow that surrounded them as she strolled through her favorite city with her favorite people. "But it is fucking freezing," she said bluntly.
"Han," Caleb said simply.
"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, before covering her mouth with her gloved hand. "Oh, god, I'm terrible at this!" she moaned, but it was muffled through the cashmere.
Aidan Rivers was talking more and more every single day, and was currently in a phase where he was repeating everything he heard his parents say. So they were both attempting to clean up their language so as not to end up with a toddler with a potty mouth - Caleb had been a lot more successful at this than Hanna had been.
Caleb laughed as he looked over the visor of the stroller down at their son who was fast asleep.
"You're off the hook - he's sleeping," he informed his wife as he wrapped an arm around her to pull her closer, pressing a kiss against her temple. "But we really need to do something about your language," he teased her.
"I'm a terrible mom!" Hanna exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air.
Caleb rolled his eyes, and didn't even dignify that with a response. His wife could be so dramatic sometimes. Hanna was not a terrible mother, not by any stretch of the imagination - he truly thought she was the best. And he knew she thought she was doing a pretty good job, too, even when she was worrying excessively about every little thing.
They walked in silence for a few more minutes until they reached their destination, and Aidan began to whimper from his stroller as he woke up from his nap, as if on cue.
"Perfect timing, little buddy," Caleb murmured as he unstrapped his son from the stroller and lifted him up into his arms.
Hanna wrapped her arms around Caleb from the side, wanting to get in on the cuddles with her boys, as they both looked up at the tall brick building in front of them.
"This was our first home together, babe," Hanna reminded Caleb, feeling herself getting emotional already. They had made a lot of really amazing memories together in their first apartment in this very building, all those years ago.
"It was," Caleb agreed. "We had a lot of really great times here."
"Do you remember that time we tried to make dong po, but then you seduced me and we forgot about it, and it burned, and set off the fire alarms for the entire building?" she asked him, laughing as she recalled the memory.
"I do remember that," he confirmed as she nuzzled her face into his chest. "Vividly, actually. Which is why I remember that abandoning a hot stove to go have sex was definitely your brilliant idea, not mine."
She pulled back abruptly, her jaw dropping in shock. "Um, no, you definitely seduced me," she countered.
"That's not how I remember it," he argued.
"Well, it's how it happened, so maybe you should have your brain checked," she teased him with a smirk.
"I'm still pretty sure it was your idea," he informed her. "But I think we can both agree that having to gather outside in the pouring rain with every single one of our neighbors, and admit, with you in my T-shirt and me wearing nothing but boxers, that we were the ones who set off the fire alarms because we just 'forgot' that we were cooking pork, was the single most humiliating experience of our lives, right?"
"For sure," she agreed, nodding, and adjusting the beanie on Aidan's head to make sure it covered his ears, before placing a kiss on his little nose. "That was the moment when everyone in the building started hating us. And the moment they learned more about our sex life than any of us - us or them - ever wanted them to know."
"Do you remember our first night in the apartment?" Caleb asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"Of course I do," she answered quietly. "How could I not? That was a pretty incredible night."
He nodded in agreement as they both thought back to the first night they had spent officially living together. They were still waiting on most of their furniture to arrive, including their bed, so they had set up an air mattress in the living room beside the large window overlooking the City That Never Sleeps, and they had made love in the glow of the city lights, and then proceeded to stay up all night long just talking about everything and nothing: everything they wanted to do in their new home city, their hopes and dreams, Hanna's nerves about starting fashion school, and Caleb's about starting his new job, their future together. The future that looked pretty much exactly like this; they had both known for certain in that moment that they would get here, but they certainly hadn't foreseen all of the unexpected bumps they had encountered along the way.
Three days later, Caleb had found himself standing in a downtown jewelry store, making the most significant purchase of his life. He knew they were still young - he wasn't actually planning on proposing yet. But he just wanted to have it, so that he knew he would be prepared whenever he determined they were ready to take that next step in their relationship. He had known for a long time now that he wanted to marry this girl - since very shortly after they first met, in fact. But living with her, getting a taste of what the rest of their lives could look like, seeing her thriving in her dream city even after just a few days, he was more sure than ever that he couldn't imagine a future that didn't include Hanna Marin.
"I loved this apartment, Caleb," she said, as her eyes filled with tears of emotion. She truly had loved this apartment so much. Like she had said to him, this was their first home together. And just based on that alone, it would always hold a special place in her heart. They had definitely taken advantage of having their own place, living on their own for the first time, not having any parental supervision (although, it's not like they had had super strict parental supervision before, and they had gotten away with sex in her pink feather room many times). But it was still nice to not have to sneak around or worry about getting caught or being too quiet.
She had loved this apartment.
Until she didn't.
It held some of their best memories together, but also some of their worst. Once he was gone, it just wasn't the same anymore, and she had moved out soon after, to a tiny studio apartment closer to the FIT campus.
She just couldn't bear to be there when everything about it reminded her of him. She would look at the big window and remember all the times they had had sex overlooking this incredible city, just like that first night.
She would see the blank wall in the living room that they had always intended to hang a piece of art on but had never gotten around to, and remember standing in front of that wall ready to surprise him when he got home from work, wearing five inch heels and nothing else - a callback to one of their favorite memories from high school. (The second time had turned out just as incredible, if not even better.)
She would sit at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, and remember all the times, especially around midterms and finals weeks, when she would be perched on one of those barstools all day long, studying - cramming, really - and Caleb, who was always good about keeping his distance and not distracting her during these times, would drop by every once in a while to bring her food, like her favorite pasta from the best Italian restaurant in New York, or her favorite cookies from Levain. He would just supply her with food - and coffee, typically - kiss her, and then let her get back to her studies.
He was always so patient and understanding with her, so supportive of her dreams, even when she didn't deserve it. As hurt as she had been at the time, thinking he had just given up on their relationship, she knew that she hadn't given him much of a choice. While he was trying to give her the world (literally - he just wanted to take her on the European trip they had been planning), she was neglecting him, neglecting their relationship. She hadn't even realized it at the time; sure, she knew they hadn't been spending that much time together lately, but she hadn't realized just how bad it had gotten until he was threatening to go to Europe without her.
"I loved it, too," Caleb assured her, also feeling himself get emotional. Leaving this apartment, leaving her, had been the most difficult decision he had ever made. He remembered wanting to turn around so many times, wanting to come back and wait for her to get home from her party, and tell her that he loved her, that they would get through this, just like they had gotten through everything else. But he just couldn't do it anymore. He had given her so many chances to show him that she cared about their relationship as much as he did, and this had been the final test. He had asked her to choose, and she had made her choice. It wasn't him.
But despite the negative associations they both had with this apartment, they had so many great memories from it, too. And they wanted to share such a significant piece of architecture with their son.
Hanna took Aidan from Caleb's arms and turned him around in her own, his back pressed to her chest so he could see what they were looking at.
"Look, Aidan!" she said excitedly, pointing at the old building. "Mommy and Daddy used to live here! Way before you were born." She knew he didn't understand what she was saying, and he didn't seem particularly interested in it, either, but she didn't care. She still wanted to share it with him; this building was a big part of his parents' story. (But not as big of a part as he was, of course.)
A couple hours later, they were still walking around their old neighborhood. They had had lunch at their old favorite pizza place that they had ordered from at least once a week when they lived in New York, and Aidan had gotten his first taste of authentic New York pizza.
They were currently on their way to their old favorite spot, a little shopping and dining district across from a pond, which was a perfect spot to just walk around and talk. There was this one bench under a historic oak tree that had become their New York version of Rosewood Playground's swing set.
"Oh my god, Caleb!" Hanna suddenly exclaimed, stopping Caleb in his tracks.
"What?" he asked, panicked. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"
Everything was fine. She had just recognized a certain building that he should remember well, too.
"Don't you remember? Babe, this is where we picked up the table! Our table," she added in a lower voice.
As soon as they had signed the lease on their New York apartment, Hanna had immediately started designing it. She was constantly on Pinterest and furniture store websites the entire summer before they moved in. She had fallen in love with this oval-shaped Restoration Hardware dining table and knew it would go perfectly in their new home.
But as soon as she showed it to Caleb, and he saw the price tag, he had vetoed it immediately. He wanted, more than anything, to give Hanna everything she wanted, but a $4,000 dining table was just not feasible at this time in their lives. Sure, he had a really good new job that paid very well, but most of his income that he hadn't even started receiving yet was already spoken for, between Hanna's tuition, rent, and all of the moving expenses, including furniture (just not furniture that cost four thousand dollars).
Hanna was devastated, and refused to look at any other tables - this was the only one she wanted - so they had spent the first couple of months in their apartment with no dining table. So when she stumbled upon one on Craigslist, in perfect condition, for half price, she knew this was her golden opportunity.
Caleb had still balked at the price - $2,000 still seemed like an extravagant price for a table - but she had begged and pleaded and cried and he had no choice but to give in.
So that's how they found themselves at a stranger's apartment, in a neighborhood they had never been to, two days later.
"This is it, this is it!" Hanna exclaimed excitedly as she double checked the address she had been messaged with the number on the brick building.
"Calm down," Caleb laughed as he rung the buzzer to alert the tenant of their presence.
"We're here to pick up the table!" Hanna blurted out as soon she heard their Craigslist seller's voice through the intercom system.
"Han, chill," Caleb requested, shaking his head as he laughed at his girlfriend. Truthfully, he thought she was adorable when she got all giddy and excited like this, but he didn't want her to scare off the seller.
They were buzzed in, and they climbed the stairs to the correct apartment. Luckily, considering they already knew the table was going to be very heavy, and this old building had no elevator, it was only on the second floor.
"We're getting our table!" Hanna told Caleb excitedly as they knocked on the door and waited.
A pretty brunette, about the same age as them, maybe a couple of years older, answered the door.
"Hanna?" she asked as she took in the couple standing in front of her.
"Yes," Hanna confirmed quickly.
"I'm Kristin," the brunette introduced herself. "And I have the table right here," she said as she led them into a small alcove off the entryway.
Hanna's face lit up as soon as she saw the table for the first time - it was even more perfect in person. She inspected it thoroughly to make sure it was just as described, and didn't see any flaws at all.
"It's perfect," she breathed out, and the smile on her face suddenly made it well worth the $2,000 to Caleb.
"It's a great table," Kristin confirmed. "But I finally accepted that it just doesn't really fit the space or the vibe here, as much as I didn't want to admit it. So I'm glad it's going to someone who will make better use of it."
"We will," Hanna assured her, as Caleb took out their checkbook. "It's exactly what we wanted."
"Here you are," he said as he handed over the check to Kristin.
"Thanks. Did you guys hire a mover or anything?" she asked.
"No," Hanna said bitterly. "Caleb wouldn't let us."
"Han, we already spent way more than I wanted to on the table," he reminded her. "We can move it ourselves."
"My husband would have done the exact same thing," Kristin laughed. "I bought this table without telling him, and he freaked out when he saw the credit card statement. Let me go grab him; he can help you carry it downstairs, at least."
Hanna turned to Caleb, grinning, as Kristin went to go get her husband.
"I love it," she told him.
"I know," he confirmed, chuckling.
Caleb, and Kristin's husband, Jay, managed to get the table down the stairs and outside, but then it was all up to them to carry it the remaining few blocks back to their own apartment.
They got a lot of strange looks as they walked through residential New York City carrying an entire dining table, and they had to stop several times to rest, but, finally, they were back home with their newest piece of furniture.
They got it through the entrance to their building, and then panicked that it wouldn't fit in the elevator, but they were able to turn it on its side and it just fit.
But then things went south as soon as they reached their apartment.
"Han, I don't think it's gonna fit," Caleb told her as they (unsuccessfully) tried to angle the table just right to fit through their doorway.
"It has to!" Hanna cried desperately. They had just spent $2,000 on this table, and carried it through New York. They couldn't give up now.
Caleb shifted it the one last way they hadn't tried yet, and it looked like it was finally going to fit.
Hanna squeezed through the opening between the table and the door so she could guide it through from the other side, while Caleb lifted it and started to push it through.
It was almost all the way through, when they heard a screeching sound as the table slid against the doorway.
"Caleb!" Hanna cried, as he cringed. He couldn't believe he had just let that happen.
They got it through the remaining distance, and set it down in their "dining room," where Caleb flipped the table right side up again so they could examine the damage.
"It's ruined!" Hanna exclaimed as she took in the large scratch on it.
"It's not ruined," Caleb countered, frustrated.
"Yes, it is! Look at it!" she argued.
"No, it's not. We can put a tablecloth on it, or cover it with a placemat," he suggested. "You'll forget it's even there."
"No, I won't," she argued bitterly.
Caleb rolled his eyes.
"Fine, then we can bring someone in to repair it," he offered. He couldn't believe he was actually suggesting they spend more money on this frickin' table, but if that's what it took to make his girl happy, then he would do it. "But right now, I think you need to loosen up. You're too tense. It's just a table," he reminded her.
"Yeah, my dream table," she muttered.
"Well I think that we should break in your 'dream table,'" he suggested with a cheeky smirk, making his way closer to her. "Make sure it's...sturdy enough."
Hanna was still quite nearly distraught over her perfect table being damaged already, but she could tell by the look in her boyfriend's eyes right now that he would be able to successfully distract her.
"And what were you thinking, exactly?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
She gasped as he suddenly lifted her up and set her down on the table.
"I love you," he murmured, as she looped her arms around his neck loosely. "Even when you act psychotic."
"I am not acting psychotic!" she exclaimed indignantly, but before she could argue any more, his mouth was crashing against hers, and she was parting her lips to grant his tongue access.
They kissed and kissed and kissed, for what could have been seconds or hours - they always completely lost track of time when they were together - before they had to separate for air.
Caleb could see the lust in Hanna's eyes as she reached for his T-shirt to pull it over his head.
"Oo, have you been working out?" she asked teasingly as his bare torso came into view, running her hands down his biceps.
"Shut up," he murmured lovingly as he rolled his eyes, reaching for her sweater. She helped him tug it over her head, and soon she was sitting there wearing just a black lace bra.
Caleb groaned as he took in the sight of his girlfriend; even after nearly two years together, and all of the many times he had seen her naked, she still took his breath away - he seriously thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and he definitely thought he was the luckiest guy in the world.
He connected their lips again eagerly, and she let her hands roam his bare upper half, her fingers dipping below the waistband of his jeans and boxers, digging into the sensitive flesh of his ass.
She moaned into his mouth as she felt him stroke the sides of her breasts, and then he was pulling away to trace her collarbone with his lips, before they connected with her neck, nibbling and sucking, leaving a bruise.
"Caleb," she whimpered, feeling the heat pooling between her legs already. "I need you."
He didn't need to be told twice; he separated from her, giving them both the opportunity to remove their jeans, and then they were standing there, desperate for each other, both of them stripped down to just their underwear.
Their lips met again ferociously, as Caleb encouraged Hanna to lift her hips to he could slide her lace thong down her legs. And then he was unclasping her bra, never breaking the kiss - they had done this enough times by this point, he didn't even need to be able to see to get her naked.
He groaned as he felt Hanna's hand connect roughly with his erection, through the cotton of the boxers that he was now desperate to remove.
"Baby," he whispered, encouraging her hand off of his crotch, and into his own, as he used his to guide hers to tug his Calvin Kleins down his legs, kicking them off when he felt them pool around his ankles.
She grabbed his cock roughly, pumping him up and down a few times before she positioned him at her entrance.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, throwing her head back as she felt him push into her just a little bit before pulling out. Her nails were digging into his back while he pushed into her a second time, a little bit further this time, before he pulled out of her again.
"Caleb!" she groaned when he did it again. She really wasn't in the mood for his teasing right now, and he knew that.
"What?" he asked innocently, smirking at her.
She leaned in to whisper huskily in his ear, "I want you to fuck me, baby," knowing that he wouldn't be able to hold off any longer hearing her talk like that.
She was right, of course - they knew each other better than anyone, after all.
As soon as he heard those words leave her perfect little mouth, his lips were crashing down on hers again, and he was finally burying himself deep inside of her, thrusting excruciatingly slowly as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.
Their tongues tangled together as he continued to thrust into her torturously slowly, until she couldn't take it anymore.
"Ca-leb," she moaned - the slow pace was killing her. "Faster," she pleaded desperately. "I need you...to go faster. Please, Caleb."
"So...you want me to fuck you like this?" he whispered in her ear as he increased the pace suddenly, nibbling on her earlobe, knowing it turned her on beyond belief.
"Yes," she breathed out. "Fuck yes, baby."
She gripped his shoulders desperately as he hit her G-spot with every thrust. While there were a certainly a lot of things Hanna loved about their relationship, the fact that Caleb knew her body so well after so long together was definitely one of the best advantages. Caleb knew exactly what she liked, and he never failed to satisfy.
"Caleb," she gasped, right on the edge. "I'm close."
"Me, too," he murmured breathlessly, his fingers tangling in her messy blonde curls as he held her close, her lips working their way across his neck, kissing the sensitive skin frantically.
He thrust into her a few more times, his movements becoming sloppier as he felt himself losing control as he got closer and closer to his release. And then her inner walls were tightening around him as she reached her orgasm, and he couldn't hold on any longer, either, spilling his load inside of her as he moaned her name in her ear.
"Oh, Caleb," she moaned loudly, overwhelmed by sensations of pleasure as she rode out her high.
"Shit, babe," he agreed, kissing her passionately again as they rode out their climaxes together.
They both groaned as he pulled out of her, still recovering from the intensity.
"So I think this table does the job," Caleb concluded a couple of minutes later, as they both caught their breath. "Even with a scratch."
"It's perfect," Hanna agreed with a lazy grin, leaning in to press another kiss against his lips.
Over time, the scratch on the table had grown on Hanna, and they never had attempted to get it repaired. It was just a part of their story, perfectly imperfect, just like their relationship.
And then when they broke up, and she made the decision to move, the table, their table, along with all of the other furniture in the apartment, had made the move with her. She was already struggling enough to pay tuition and rent on her own; she couldn't afford new furniture, too. Not that she ever would have parted ways with this table anyway, not even for a brand new version of the exact same table. This table was way too important to her, had too many memories she wasn't ready to let go of. (Let's just say that was the first, but not the only, time they had made love on that table.)
But then when she and Jordan moved in together, he had insisted on keeping all of his furniture, encouraging her to donate hers to the charity shop. So she had. With the exception of the table. That was the one thing she had fought him on - she refused to let it go. It was also the first piece of furniture they had moved into the new apartment. She had also insisted on that, seeing as it was the only piece of furniture that she cared about now, since she had been forced to get rid of everything else and was left only with his.
That apartment never truly felt like home to Hanna, in part due to the fact that it felt like his apartment, not theirs, since it was primarily filled with his stuff, and in part because neither of them had spent much time there.
Honestly, she really hadn't felt "at home" since she and Caleb had broken up; him leaving had ruined that apartment for her, she had always viewed her FIT apartment as just a temporary stop until she graduated, and she had never truly settled into her and Jordan's apartment. While she and Caleb had made some of their best memories while living together, had grown even closer while sharing such close quarters, she had never had that with Jordan. They both worked too much, didn't see enough of each other - let alone their apartment - for her to feel like that.
But at least she had her table. That made it feel just a little bit more like home.
And then they broke up. On a street corner. In front of what had previously been the bar where they had met. She hadn't gone to New York planning to call off their engagement. As far as she knew, she had, effectively, lost Caleb. So she still had every intention of forcing herself to be with Jordan, forcing herself to go through and marry him. But then, when she realized that the place where they had met was gone, there was no use pretending anymore - she just couldn't hold in all of the emotions she had been bottling up inside for so long.
She knew she had probably seemed crazy in that moment. Knew that, to Jordan, it probably sounded like she was giving up on their future together because a building had been torn down - a common occurrence in NYC. But that wasn't it. That was just the tiniest part of the much bigger reason.
She was calling off their engagement because she had finally figured out what was missing. Who was missing. As terrible and selfish as it sounds, she had always just kind of assumed that Caleb would always be there waiting for her. That he would be there when she got back, right where she had "left him," so to speak. She had been counting on it.
She knew that was ridiculous - she was engaged to someone else. But she knew that what they shared was so special, to both of them. She couldn't even imagine Caleb having the same kind of feelings for someone else that he had once had for her, just like she couldn't imagine loving anyone like she had loved him. Like she still loved him.
Looking back now, she could even admit that she had always kind of assumed she and Caleb would end up together. Obviously, she hadn't realized that at the time - she wouldn't have been selfish enough to tell Jordan she was going to marry him, if she had realized it - but it's like it was this feeling that she had just been burying deep inside of her for so long, and trying to deny. And that's what had been keeping her from fully committing herself to Jordan, keeping her from becoming fully invested in their relationship.
And standing there in front of that construction site was the exact moment she finally realized, and, more importantly, accepted, that she couldn't marry Jordan Hobart. If there was even a chance that she could make things work with Caleb again, and they could get the future together they had always hoped for, then she had to at least try.
After she had called off their engagement out of the blue on the side of the road, she couldn't bear to see him again. And she thought her table was gone.
But then, randomly, one day a couple of months later, she was notified that she had received a delivery at her mother's hotel. She had cried when she walked into the offices and saw the table. Their table.
Jordan had sent the table, along with the few other things she had left in their apartment, which wasn't much - she had, without even really realizing it, already transitioned her life back to Rosewood - back to her. And that confirmed it for her: he truly was a good guy - she had completely broken his heart, but he had still made it a point to return one of her most cherished possessions to her. He just wasn't the right guy for her. Definitely not.
For a little while, the table had stayed at The Radley. She didn't really have a place for it as she was bouncing between hotel rooms, her childhood home, and living with Emily, but as soon as she and Caleb moved in together again, it had been with them ever since. Starting with the loft they had bought shortly after getting married, and moving with them to their dream house they had transitioned to while Hanna was eight months pregnant, just a few streets away from her childhood home that Ashley Marin still lived in.
It was the table they had set up Aidan's first high chair at, the table they had hosted their first Thanksgiving at, the table they had made many more memories at...and on.