"Babe, I'm just gonna run into Starbucks and use the bathroom," Hanna told Caleb, letting go of Aidan's hand and placing it in his instead. The toddler had gotten sick of his stroller and cried until they let him get out and walk, but it made both of them nervous to have him walking down the busy streets of New York City, so they were holding on tight to him at all times.

"Mommy!" Aidan cried out after her as she began to walk away.

"I'll be right back, baby," she assured him. "You stay with Daddy."

They had finally made it to their favorite area, and they were excited to show Aidan the pond. He loved all forms of wildlife, and they knew he would be fascinated by everything down by the water.

"Come on, bud," Caleb encouraged his son as they walked past various shops and cafés, holding on tight to him with one hand and pushing the stroller with the other.

Aidan was a friendly, outgoing little boy who loved everyone, including strangers, and he had a blast waving at all the passersby as they made their way down the street.

They had just stopped so Aidan could pet a dog - no one, not even busy, unpleasant New Yorkers, could say no to Aidan's pleading little face - when Caleb heard his name.

"Caleb? Caleb Rivers?"

Caleb turned towards the source, pulling an unhappy Aidan - who swiveled back around to wave goodbye to the "doggie" - with him, to find just about the last person he had expected calling out to him.

"Uh, Jordan. Hi," Caleb said awkwardly as he saw his wife's ex-fiancé, Jordan Hobart, walking towards them.

"Long time no see," Jordan said in his thick Australian accent, shaking Caleb's hand as soon as he got close enough. "And who's this little fellow?" he asked, crouching down to Aidan's level, slightly uncomfortable - he didn't have much experience at all with children.

"This is my son, Aidan," Caleb said proudly. He was always more than happy to show off his son. "Aidan, say 'hi,'" he encouraged his little boy.

"No," the toddler replied immediately, and Caleb was taken aback. He typically loved meeting new people. Maybe his son could sense his feelings about the man, and was backing him up.

"Say 'hi,' bud," he tried again, but knew it was no use when Aidan's bottom lip started to wobble, signaling a meltdown would soon ensue.

"Daddy, no!" he cried stubbornly, reaching for his father as the tears threatened to spill over.

"It's okay, buddy, don't cry," Caleb attempted to soothe him, as he picked him up and wrapped him up in his arms, rubbing his back gently as he buried his face in the crook of Caleb's neck.

"So how are you?" Jordan asked.

"I'm doing really good," he replied honestly. "Busy, what with this little guy, and starting a new company and everything, but good." Caleb was considering how he could cut this conversation short and get away from him before Hanna returned, so he wouldn't have to witness his wife coming face-to-face with her ex-fiancé for the first time in over four years.

"A new company?" he asked curiously, and Caleb knew he'd said the wrong thing. Now the guy wanted details.

"Yeah, a tech company. Me and a buddy of mine back in Rosewood." He didn't want to say Lucas's name, for fear that Jordan would be able to put too much together. "It's doing really well, and growing quickly, but it keeps me away from Aidan more than I'd like, so we're looking to expand our staff so we don't have to be in the office as much. What about you? Are you still living in the city?"

"Yeah, I am," he confirmed. "Haven't left. I could never do small-town life - not enough going on. I need the hustle and bustle of the big city." Caleb didn't miss the shade he had thrown at his and Hanna's hometown.

Aidan had finally lifted his head and was looking around at his surroundings again, when Caleb heard him squeal, "Mommmeeeee!" as his eyes focused on a spot behind Jordan's head, and Caleb could see his wife approaching quickly. Too late to make his getaway.

He shot her a look as she got closer, a look she couldn't quite read, and her only guess was that he was about to scold her for the Levain Bakery bag she had made a slight detour for after her Starbucks restroom run. They had decided that they were both going to do a "detox," at least until the end of the month, to cleanse their bodies after all of the cookies and candy and hot cocoa and wine and champagne they had consumed over the holiday season - it had been Hanna's idea, but so far, she had made it quite difficult for both of them.

"I know I wasn't supposed to, but I got one for you, too!" she said excitedly as she reached her husband.

"Me?" Aidan asked immediately. "Treat for me?" Aidan Rivers had inherited his sweet tooth from both of his parents, but definitely from Hanna, in particular.

"Yes, baby, of course I got one for you, too," she cooed, breaking off a small piece of one of the cookies and handing it to the toddler, who accepted it eagerly.

When she turned back to Caleb, he still had that weird expression on his face.

"Han," he said simply, tilting his head subtly to alert his wife of the other man's presence.

She turned, confused, and found herself face-to-face with the last person she had expected, or frankly, would have wanted, to be face-to-face with. She had seen Caleb talking to someone as she approached, but she assumed it was just a tourist asking for directions or something - that happened all the time in this city, so she hadn't even bothered to look at the guy once she reached the gathering, assuming the person would take the hint and leave.

"Oh," she blurted out. "Wow. Um, hi."

"Yup," Caleb muttered under his breath, as if to say, This is what I've been dealing with.

He wrapped his arm around Hanna, mainly for support, as he could tell she was feeling uncomfortable, but, subconsciously, he knew he had his own reasons, too - he wanted to remind Jordan who Hanna was with now, who she had chosen.

Jordan wasn't nearly as surprised to see his ex-fiancée as Hanna was; he had suspected she would be arriving as soon as he had laid eyes on the little boy with Caleb, especially after seeing the toddler's blue orbs that looked exactly like his mother's. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt to have his suspicions confirmed.

"So you two found your way back to each other then?" he said, but it sounded more like a statement than a question.

"Um, yup," Hanna said slowly, nervous for his reaction. She had moved on quickly, had gotten back with Caleb very shortly after she had called off their engagement, and she knew that probably looked bad. But she had given up caring what people thought. Well, most people, at least.

"Can't say I'm all that surprised," he said, shaking his head as he forced a stiff smile. He had seen his fiancée around her ex, had seen how they interacted around each other, had noticed how reluctant she seemed to plan their wedding, had even noticed how much she still seemed to talk about the guy.

Whenever he saw them together, he couldn't but feel slightly resentful at the way she looked at Caleb: the intensity in her stare, the calm smile on her face - she had never looked at him that way.

He had always kind of wondered if she still had feelings for him, but it hadn't been an issue for them until she went back to her hometown. And then everything had blown up for them.

Well, apparently not for her. Apparently things had fallen right into place for her. For them.

Hanna didn't know what to make of his comment, so she didn't respond.

"Uh, so how are you?" she asked awkwardly, not knowing how to act around him, but settling on formal. "Are you still at Vogue?"

"Yes," he confirmed proudly. "I recently got promoted to President of Marketing and Advertising, actually." If there was one positive about having his wedding called off for him, it was that it had given him even more time to focus on his career. While Hanna had thrown her career away, and run home to the fucking boondocks, he had been making even more of a name for himself in the industry.

"Wow, that's...great," Hanna replied. "Congratulations." If this was what he wanted, then great for him. But if anything, it just further confirmed what Hanna already knew - they weren't right for each other at all. Of course, she was proud of Caleb and how hard he worked, proud of how much he gave to his and Lucas's company. But she was more proud of the doting father he had become, the incredible husband she had always known he would be. Proud of how hard he worked to support his family, not just to get some promotion and an impressive title.

"What about you? Are you still working in fashion?" he asked, already having an idea of what her answer would be - he knew there wasn't a very big market in Pennsylvania, especially a town as small and remote as Rosewood.

"Um, kind of," she said hesitantly. "I do some designing for a local boutique - I have my own line there, actually. But I've more just been focusing on my family. I finally figured out what's really important," she said with a small smile as she looked over at her husband, who was still holding their son, reaching out to stroke her toddler's mittened hand tenderly as he shot his mother an adorable grin.

Ever since she had quit her job with Claudia Greco, she had realized just how insignificant all of that really was. Now, her family was her entire world. Nothing was more important to her than Aidan and Caleb, and getting to spend as much time with them as possible. It seemed like a different lifetime that she had willingly worked all hours of the day and night, skipping birthdays and holidays and parties with Caleb, and sacrificing their relationship to try and get ahead in her career. Now, she couldn't imagine anything more important than bedtime cuddles and story-time with her two favorite boys.

She still loved fashion, of course. And she could totally see herself trying to make it big in the industry at some point in the distant future. But right now, with her little boy growing and changing every single day, she didn't want to miss a thing. Nothing, no job opportunity, or fashion show, or anything at all was worth missing out on witnessing every single one of Aidan's milestones.

"Well, it's good to know the fashion bug hasn't totally escaped you," Jordan commented.

As much as Hanna didn't want to, she knew she should use this opportunity to attempt to make things right with Jordan. She probably wouldn't get another chance, and, honestly, she kind of hoped she wouldn't, seeing as she wasn't super eager to run into her ex-fiancé again.

So she turned to Caleb and shot him a look, and he immediately understood - after over 12 years together (on and off), they could read each other pretty well, could communicate without words. And that's the same reason Hanna could tell that Caleb wasn't pleased, but was willing to go along with it anyway.

"Hey, Aidan, do you want to go down to the water?" he asked his son, knowing he would agree eagerly.

"Water, water!" Aidan cheered excitedly.

"Alright," Caleb said reluctantly, and Hanna knew he wasn't thrilled about leaving her alone with her ex. "Can I just leave this with you?" he asked, gesturing to the stroller, knowing Aidan was going to want to walk around by himself anyway.

"Sure," she agreed, squeezing his arm comfortingly as he dropped it from around her waist.

"We'll be right down there," he reminded her, putting Aidan back down on the ground and grabbing his hand to lead him across the street.

"He's really cute," Jordan remarked as they both watched Caleb and Aidan walk away.

"Thanks," Hanna said, smiling slightly. "He is, isn't he?" she couldn't help but add with a grin.

"He looks like you," he commented.

"Really?" she asked excitedly. "Everyone always says he looks just like Caleb." Even she could see it, too; her little boy was practically a clone of her husband, except with her blue eyes instead of Caleb's brown.

"How old is he?"

"He just turned two and a half," she replied.

There was a long, awkward silence as the small talk broke, and Hanna knew she had to just go ahead and say what she had been intending to.

"Um," she began nervously. "I know we haven't talked at all since...that day, and I know things were pretty crazy that day, so I just wanted to apologize again. About...the way things ended between us. And, honestly, the way they started, too."

Jordan didn't say anything, just looked at her expectantly, and she took that as her cue to continue.

"I never should have said yes to you. I think I was just...trying so hard to pretend like I was over Caleb, but I knew that I wasn't. Even when we met, I knew I wasn't over him. I was trying so hard to be, but...I just wasn't.

"The truth is...I never stopped loving Caleb. And I think that's why I was always, like, one foot out the door in our relationship. It's like I was just...waiting for him. And I know that's not fair to you, and I'm sorry that I strung you along for so long, knowing that it wasn't going anywhere, but I really did care about you, and I didn't want to hurt you."

She looked at him nervously, awaiting his reaction. She wanted to tell him as much of the truth as she could, without hurting him even more than she already had.

"I never really stood a chance, did I?" he asked.

Hanna wished she could disagree with him, but she knew she couldn't. Even when he proposed, and her head was telling her to say yes, her heart had been screaming at her to say no. Even before she went back to Rosewood and saw Caleb again, there had been something holding her back from committing herself to him. She hadn't yet realized what it was, just knew that even the thought of making any decisions about their impending nuptials had made her feel sick.

So instead she just said, "I really am sorry." It was the truth. And she didn't really know what else to say. She didn't regret calling off their engagement; she had made the best decision for herself, and it truly was the best decision she could have made. Now, she was exactly where she wanted to be. But she did regret stringing him along for so long, regretted hurting someone who she knew did really love her.

"Do you ever miss it?" he asked, and Hanna was taken aback. Was he asking if she missed their relationship?

"Miss what, exactly?" she asked cautiously. She wanted to be as honest as possible, but she also didn't want to hurt him.

"All of it," he replied. "The fast-paced city life, all the events, not having to worry about anything but your career?" The word, us, was left unspoken, but still implied.

"Not really," she said honestly. At one point, her life had quite literally revolved around parties and fashion shows and magazine shoots and club openings and anything that could help her get ahead. Now, though, every version of her ideal night involved her hot husband, her perfect little boy, bath toys, Goodnight Moon, and wine and/or Ben & Jerry's in front of the television. (They really weren't doing so hot at their healthy-eating New Year's Resolution.) "Look, Jordan...you're a good guy, but...we just weren't right for each other."

"Come on, Hanna, you don't mean that," he argued. "We were great together."

"No, we really weren't," Hanna countered.

"Hanna, we could have had it all. Even after you made a big scene and quit your job, I could have helped you get any job you wanted."

"I do have it all. I have everything I've ever wanted." Maybe she wasn't well-known like Marc Jacobs or Diane von Furstenberg, maybe she didn't have a fancy office or job title like Jordan did, maybe she wasn't on exclusive guest lists like she used to be, but she had everything that she really wanted now. "I don't know what you want me to say, Jordan. I admitted that I wasn't fair to you, I told you I'm sorry for the way I handled things. But if you want me to apologize for ending things, or tell you I regret it, I can't do that."

This wasn't going nearly as well as he had hoped it would. He wasn't sure what he had been hoping for, exactly, but this certainly wasn't it.

"Well, you seem happy," he said.

"I am," she confirmed, glancing over to the spot where her husband was holding their son's hand, encouraging him to wave to the "duckies." She truly had never been happier.

Jordan followed her gaze, as a soft, content smile settled across her face as she watched her boys.

"But is this really what you want?" he asked her, grabbing her attention again. Sure, she looked happy, but this was so different from the future they had been planning together. He just didn't understand, couldn't accept, how everything had changed so quickly.

"It is," she said confidently. "It's exactly what I want."

"Well, the Hanna I knew never would have just given up on her dreams like that to go settle in some tiny town in the middle of nowhere," he remarked.

"You know what, Jordan?" she asked, frustrated. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe she shouldn't have tried to talk to him after all. "The 'Hanna you knew' isn't me. The 'Hanna you knew' was lonely and heartbroken and desperate to make it in New York, whatever it took. That's the only Hanna you ever knew. You never really knew me at all. Everything went so quickly between us, and before I knew it, you were proposing, and it seemed to make sense to say yes, but it wasn't right. Nothing between us was ever right. We didn't even know each other. We don't...want the same things. I love my 'tiny town in the middle of nowhere,'" she snapped. "It's where I want to raise my family. With my husband. Caleb."

She had genuinely wanted this to be civil, but she didn't appreciate him trying to make her feel guilty, or judging her life decisions.

Before Jordan could respond, they were interrupted.

"Mommy!"

"Hey," she heard Caleb's voice next. He had been sneaking glances at Hanna the entire time, and he could tell, even from a distance, that she was uncomfortable. "Everything okay?"

"Uh, yeah," Hanna said, forcing a smile, relieved to see Caleb again. "We're all set, though."

"Okay," Caleb replied immediately, strapping Aidan back into his stroller. If Hanna was all set, then he was definitely all set.

"Well, it was nice to see you both," Jordan said awkwardly, forcing a tight smile at the pair.

"You, too," Hanna mumbled, not totally meaning it, as Caleb echoed his wife, before they were watching Jordan's retreating figure make his way down the street.

"Sooo, what did you guys talk about?" Caleb asked her as soon as they were out of earshot, grabbing her hand with one of his and using the other to continue pushing Aidan's stroller.

"Oh, you know, just making our plan to run away together," she teased, trying to make light of the situation, immediately feeling better now that she was back with her husband.

"That is not funny," he replied immediately, turning his head to face her, deadpan.

"Come on, just a little bit funny?" she asked with a smile.

"Not even a little bit," he disagreed.

Sometimes, even now, he would remember just how close he had come to losing her, and it scared the hell out of him to think about. He was completely secure in their relationship. Everything they had gone through over the years had only made their bond stronger. They had both learned what it was like to live without the other, and they had both realized that was absolutely not what they wanted at all. And having Aidan had managed to bring them even closer. Watching Hanna give birth to the perfect life that they had created together, the life that symbolized their love for each other, had made Caleb fall even more in love with her - something he hadn't thought was even possible, yet, somehow, it was.

But the fact that she had been engaged to another man, had been preparing to build a future with someone else, was still a sensitive subject for him.

Which is why Jordan Hobart was just about the last person Caleb would have wanted to run into on their trip to New York.

Hanna put her hand out to signal for him to stop, and he did, steering the stroller to the edge of the sidewalk, out of the way of the other pedestrians.

"Caleb," she started gently, cupping his face in her hands. "I love you. I chose you," she reminded him. "It's you. It's always been you. Ever since we were 16 and you sat on the stairs with me while I cried about a stupid fight with Aria. Ever since we were 18 and you got a job and made the move to New York to make my dreams come true. Ever since we were 20 and I ran home in the pouring rain to make things right with you after I realized I would have to be the world's biggest idiot to choose a job over the best thing that's ever happened to me, just to get home and find out you are the fastest packer to ever walk this earth! I mean, seriously, why is it that every time we would go home for the weekend, it would take you the entire week to pack two day's worth of stuff, but as soon as you want to run away without me, you can pack up all of your belongings in half an hour?"

She paused as he laughed guiltily. That night was mostly a blur for him. For both of them, really. All he could remember was being hurt, more hurt than he had ever been. He had never expected Hanna to actually walk out that door; he had felt completely confident that when he confronted her about how little effort she was putting into their relationship, she would stay. They would talk it out. They would go to Europe like they had been planning for three months, and he would finally have her undivided attention, and they would get back to being them. He knew she would choose him. And when she hadn't, it had felt like his entire world was collapsing around him. All he could think about was getting out of there as quickly as possible. So he threw everything he owned into a duffel bag and a couple of suitcases - leaving behind only one possession, the one thing that could have prevented the worst three years of his life - and hailed the first taxi he could to LaGuardia.

"Ever since we were 23 and you showed up at my hotel room at The Radley completely out of the blue and I realized that I would be making the biggest mistake of my life marrying someone that wasn't you," she continued. "Ever since we were 24 and you told my mom that you couldn't, and didn't want to, imagine your life without me, and that's why you wanted to marry me. Ever since we were 26 and you gave me the other best thing that's ever happened to me.

"I love you, Caleb," she told him forcefully. "So much."

"I love you, too," he murmured, slightly emotional after her heartfelt confession, leaning in to press his lips against hers in a gentle kiss.

They separated when they heard Aidan whining from his stroller. Hanna crouched down in front of him to soothe him, reaching into the pouch of the stroller to break off another piece of cookie for the toddler before they resumed walking.

"Sooo, what did you really talk about then?" Caleb asked again.

"Caleb!" Hanna laughed. It's not that she didn't want to tell him about their conversation; it's just that she really didn't feel as though she needed to - there wasn't much to tell.

"Excuse me for wanting to know what my wife and her ex-fiancé were talking about for so long!" he exclaimed, chuckling.

"Well, I apologized to him again for the way things went down between us," she explained. "I just really want him to understand why I couldn't marry him." And she really wanted Caleb to understand why she still felt bad about how she had ended things with Jordan. It didn't mean she wasn't glad that she did, it didn't mean that she loved Caleb any less, it didn't mean that she ever wished she had made a different decision. It just meant that she felt guilty about hurting someone who really did care about her and just wanted what was best for her.

"And remind me again why that was?" Caleb encouraged with a smirk.

"Oh my god!" Hanna laughed again, rolling her eyes. Her husband just did not quit.

"I just like to hear you say it," he admitted. He knew perfectly well why Hanna didn't marry Jordan. It was the same reason things didn't work out between him and Spencer, and why they were never going to work out, right from the start. Everything about that time had been a huge mistake on his part. Spencer was one of Hanna's best friends, so he cared about her, of course. But not like that. He tried to convince himself that he was into her, forced himself to move on after finding out Hanna already had, after realizing that she actually seemed happy. Without him. But things with Spencer were weird right from the beginning. He had thought, after the time they spent together in Madrid, that maybe he did feel something for her. But he very quickly realized that all he felt with her was familiarity. She reminded him of Hanna. And that was it.

And then when he and Hanna kissed at The Lost Woods that night, she had given him hope. She had told him that she had never stopped loving him. And just like that, he could see his future with Hanna again. The future he had always wanted. He couldn't wait for their plan to be complete; he was going to go back to Rosewood and break things off with Spencer immediately. He couldn't wait to be with Hanna again.

But then everything went wrong, and their latest tormentor took Hanna. He was scared out of his mind; the time that Hanna was missing was truly the worst of his life. But that time only helped to make it even more clear to him that Hanna was all he wanted. When he thought she was gone, he realized that that would truly be the worst possible thing that could ever happen to him. And then when she came back, and he laid eyes on her again, saw that she was safe, that had been one of the greatest moments of his life. He couldn't wait to pull her into his arms, squeeze her tight, and tell her how much he loved her, how he never wanted to lose her again.

But then, as soon as they finally got a moment alone, she had basically told him that their kiss was a mistake. That they had just gotten wrapped up in the moment, caught up with everything that was going on around them, but "only for a minute." And he could feel his heart breaking all over again. He didn't know how Hanna could have this effect on him over and over and over again: tear his heart to shreds, put it back together, repeat.

So he had vowed to move on from her, for real this time. So he got in his Jeep and drove to the barn to talk to Spencer. He was going to make it work with her. He had to. He couldn't have Hanna. As much as he wanted her. She was marrying someone else, and, apparently, that's what she wanted. She didn't want him.

He tried so hard to do the cheesy, stereotypical, overdone "grand gesture." He racked his brain to come up with things he liked about her, the same things that had made him think maybe he really could be interested in her. But all he could think about was Hanna. How much she hurt him, time after time. But how, despite that, he still loved her more than anything else in the world. Would still drop everything to be with her, no matter what. So, through his tears as his heart continued to break as he thought about what he had lost by walking out of their apartment that fateful day, he tried to convince Spencer that they should be together. Tried to convince her that he was over Hanna, ready to move on with her. But they both knew that was a lie.

And then as soon as he heard that Hanna had called off her engagement, he knew. He knew that she still felt it, too, and, just like him, was trying to bury her feelings and avoid the truth. But he was going to get her back. And he wasn't going to screw it up this time.

He knew he wasn't fair to Spencer. It wasn't fair that while he had simply been using her to feel closer to the love of his life, had been using her to try to get over the person that he really wanted to be with, she had actually been falling for him.

So he did understand why Hanna felt guilty about everything with Jordan, because he felt the same way about how he had handled things with Spencer.

But Caleb and Hanna were meant to be, and nothing and no one could stop them from ending up together. They knew that, and he was pretty sure everyone else knew that by this point, too.

"I couldn't marry him because I was still hopelessly in love with my high school boyfriend," Hanna continued dramatically, to appease him, breaking him from his thoughts. "Sean," she added after a pause, watching Caleb's reaction as he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"But I couldn't seem to find Sean anywhere," she said with a sigh. "So somehow I ended up with this other annoying guy that I dated back in high school. I guess it worked out okay, though. He's pretty great in bed, and he helped me to make the most adorable little boy in the world, so, all's well that ends well, I guess," she concluded with a shrug.

"You are such a brat," he growled at her, unable to hide his grin.

"But you love me anyway."

"Damn right, I do," he agreed with another grin, leaning in to kiss his wife again. Hanna was truly the best friend, the best partner, the best wife, the best mother he could have ever dreamed of. And he still had no idea how he had gotten so lucky.

"I have a surprise for you," Caleb told Hanna later that afternoon.

"Surprise?" Aidan asked excitedly from his stroller. To him, surprise typically meant presents or sweets.

"It's a surprise for Mommy, bud," Caleb informed him.

"Okay, why do you always get to surprise me, but I'm not allowed to surprise you?" she asked indignantly.

"Because I hate surprises," he stated, knowing she was perfectly aware of this. "Remember when you tried to throw me a surprise party?"

She cringed as she recalled the event he was talking about, back in high school.

"Okay, that would have been a great party!" she said defensively. She still felt bad about this; no wonder Caleb hated surprises. She had attempted to throw him a killer party, but, by the time he showed up, his girlfriend had pushed his best friend off a boat, and was still thawing out from her own dip in the freezing water.

"Except for the fact that when I showed up, you were soaking wet and half frozen, and Lucas had gone missing," he reminded her.

"But even soaking wet and freezing, I still remembered to say, 'Surprise,'" she pointed out.

He chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss against her cheek.

"I can't argue with that."

"So what's my surprise?" she asked.

"We're almost there, and then you'll find out," he teased.

"Can I guess?"

"No."

"Is it...food?"

"I told you, no guessing."

"Is it...something to do? Like, a tour or something?"

"No guessing."

She kept up her stream of questions until they reached their destination, with Aidan throwing out a nonsensical idea every once in a while, too, but Caleb wasn't giving anything away.

"Caleb, what are we doing here?" she asked suspiciously as they stopped outside Cartier.

"Come on," he encouraged, grabbing her hand and leading her inside the store.

"Is this my surprise?" she asked excitedly in hushed tones as they approached an employee, who greeted them immediately.

"I have an engraving order to pick up," Caleb said to the woman, and Hanna's jaw dropped - she already knew she was going to love this surprise.

"Can I see a form of photo I.D.?" the woman requested, and Caleb handed over his driver's license.

"I'll be right back with that, Mr. Rivers," she promised, handing him back his I.D. before she disappeared through a door.

"Caleb!" Hanna exclaimed. "What were you thinking?" Not that she wasn't super excited to see what the surprise was, but she knew how much stuff in here cost - he had definitely spent way too much.

"I was thinking that I love you, and I appreciate you and everything you do for me and Aidan, and you're the most incredible mother and wife, and you deserve this." His and Lucas's company was doing really well lately, and he wanted to use some of their increased profits to spoil his wife.

The saleswoman reappeared, holding a recognizable red box, and Hanna could feel her heart start to beat faster in anticipation.

The woman handed the box to Caleb, who immediately handed it over to Hanna.

"Can I open it?" she asked excitedly.

"Mommy!" Aidan called from his stroller. "I see, I see!" he begged, so Caleb unstrapped him and picked him up so he could watch his mother open her "surprise."

"Yeah, open it," Caleb encouraged. He was excited, too. He just wanted to see her reaction - he hoped he had done okay.

Hanna opened the box to reveal the classic Love Bracelet, in the same gold as the Love Ring she always wore. It had been the one thing she had splurged on for herself during her and Caleb's time apart - it seemed like all the girls in her fashion classes and at her internships had entire sets of matching Cartier jewelry, and she had desperately wanted the bracelet, but the ring was all she could afford. (And she really couldn't even afford it that easily - it had forced her to spend a lot of nights at home eating Ramen instead of going out to dinner with her friends.)

She gasped as she took in the sight of it - it was perfect.

"Caleb," she murmured. "I love it."

"Take it out," he urged her, and it was then that she remembered he had said something about "engraving" to the saleswoman.

She removed the bracelet from the box carefully, and twisted it around in her fingers until she saw the first number.

She continued to twist it until she could see all of the numbers engraved in the gold.

11.05.10, 09.14.18, 06.10.20

"Caleb," she breathed out as she realized the significance of the numbers.

"Just a few of the most important, and best, days of our lives," he noted. "Well, mine, at least. I hope yours, too," he amended with a concerned expression, making her laugh.

"Of course mine, too. Hands down, the best days of my life," she assured him, her eyes filling with tears at the sentiment behind the sweetest and most meaningful gift she had ever received. "It's perfect," she whispered.

"I think you did good," the saleswoman commented, noticing Hanna's reaction.

"He did amazing," Hanna confirmed.

"Mommy, lemme!" Aidan called from Caleb's arms, wanting to hold the shiny thing his mom had.

"Let's go back outside first," she encouraged the little boy, as they thanked the saleswoman for her help and made their way back out to the city.

Hanna knew better than to trust Aidan's shaky little hands with something so expensive, so she held it up towards him, but just out of reach, so he could look at it.

"Look at the numbers, baby," she encouraged her son. She pointed to the first date; "This is the day Mommy and Daddy...went camping for the first time. And we told each other secrets that no one else knew."

Then she pointed to the middle set of numbers; "And this is the day Mommy and Daddy got married, and promised to be together forever."

"Forever?" Aidan echoed, unable to comprehend such a long period of time.

"Forever," Caleb confirmed, as he and Hanna shared a smile.

"And you know what this day is?" Hanna asked as she pointed to the final date engraved on the interior of her new bracelet.

"What?" he asked, clearly not totally understanding what she was talking about.

"That's the day we got the best present ever," she grinned at her little boy.

"A toy?" he asked excitedly. That was the only "present" he knew.

"No, silly!" Hanna laughed at the toddler. "It's the day you were born."

"Me a present?" Aidan asked, confused.

"You were the best gift ever," Caleb agreed.

"And this is the second best gift ever," she told him, kissing him sweetly. "I love it. And I love you."

He helped her to screw on the bracelet, and Hanna put the box and the mini screwdriver into her crossbody bag before they started walking again.

"Ya know," Caleb began a couple minutes later. "They let you bring the jewelry in for more engravings if you want. And there's plenty of room for another date. Maybe another...birthday," he suggested with a smile.

"Slow down there, buddy," Hanna laughed, putting a hand on Caleb's chest. "We don't need to worry about that yet."

"I know," he agreed, squeezing her hand. "Just something to think about."

Hanna knew that Caleb was dying to expand their family. And she had to admit, she really couldn't wait, either. But they had agreed that it would happen when it happened. They were more than ready, they knew that. But they didn't want to force anything. Trying to conceive the last time had caused some tension in their relationship, and that was the last thing either of them wanted right now, especially given how incredible and near-perfect things had been going for them since Aidan had entered their lives. So Hanna had stopped taking her birth control, and they had been having an awful lot of sex over the past couple of months (but, really, that wasn't too out of the ordinary for them). They were just letting nature do its thing, and thoroughly enjoying every minute of the process.

They both loved Aidan more than they had even imagined was possible, but Caleb, especially, was really thriving in his role as a parent. And Hanna had loved every single second of watching him grow into his role as "Daddy."

They had both been desperate for a baby, so, when they finally received that positive pregnancy test, they were over the moon. But then Hanna watched as, over the next several months, the fear began to creep in for him. They had spent many a night deep in conversation about their hopes, and also their fears, about adding to their family.

While Hanna's upbringing was obviously a lot better than Caleb's, it still wasn't great. Her parents' divorce had really taken a toll on her, and she still had issues stemming from her strained relationship with her father. Both she and Caleb agreed that it was incredibly important to them that their children always feel loved unconditionally, valued immensely, and supported through everything, something that neither of them had experienced growing up. They also agreed that they wanted their children to grow up witnessing a healthy, loving marriage, which they liked to think they were doing a pretty great job at.

Hanna had cried when Caleb had confessed to her that he had never truly loved anyone until he met her, and that now, he loved her so much, and couldn't imagine being able to love anyone else as much as he loved her. He worried that there wasn't enough room in his heart for someone else, when she was already taking up so much of it. But as soon as they had seen their precious baby boy, as soon as she watched the tears pool in Caleb's eyes as he held his son for the first time, they both knew that wouldn't be an issue. And there was no doubt in Hanna's mind that when the time came and they were blessed with another, his heart would expand even further.