Ashley's comment lingered in Hanna's head for the rest of the day. Caleb soon realised something was up with his wife, but when he asked her, she brushed it off. Hanna decided she didn't want to have that conversation with Caleb, as she thought it would be very, very awkward. They'd never had a talk about having a baby before. And Hanna didn't think it would be fun to have one now.

"It's nothing," she had replied with. Caleb wasn't going to interrogate her on it, so shrugged and left it. The family had finished their walk with a short play in the park with Madelyn. It was cut short when Madelyn announced she felt "funny", as she put it. Hanna looked at Caleb and Caleb looked at Hanna, both as worried as each other. They immediately headed home as fast as possible, where Hanna proceeded to lay her daughter on the couch and pursued her to sleep.

An hour later, the toddler was still passed out on the couch. Hanna was sitting on Caleb's lap, and they were watching re-runs of a favorite show of theirs: OITNB. Caleb was twiddling a strand of Hanna's blonde locks around his finger whilst focused on the TV screen. He was so zoned out, he didn't notice when Madelyn started moving around. Hanna did though, and quickly jumped from his lap to next to her.

"Hey, bug," she whispered, gently pushing a piece of hair from the toddler's eyes. "How are you feeling?"

Madelyn didn't reply, but from the color of her face, Hanna didn't suspect very well. Maddie had never been ill before — thankfully — so she didn't know how to react, Hanna didn't know how to react, and Caleb didn't know how to react. All Hanna knew was that she couldn't handle it when someone was sick near her; it made her feel nauseous herself. How was she supposed to handle her own daughter was ill?

"Do you want Mommy to get you some water, baby?" Hanna asked softly. The little girl didn't answer, but Hanna gave a nod to Caleb, who then jumped up and headed straight for the kitchen. He grabbed one of his daughter's bottles from the cupboard and filled it up. He brought it back to the couch and handed it to his wife. She stretched her arm out, offering to Madelyn, who shook her head. "Come on, Mads. It'll make you feel better. I promise."

It didn't take much to persuade the young child to drink, as she soon gulped it down. "Mama," Maddie groaned once she'd finished. Hanna looked at her, growing more and more concerned. Saying Hanna was worried about Madelyn feeling unwell was an understatement.

When Madelyn was a baby, Hanna would worry every time she'd let out a tiny cough, or sneeze, or even a cry. Every cry meant something was majorly wrong to Hanna, which definitely took her by surprise. She never expected to be one of those mothers.

"Do you want to go to bed?" Caleb asked, leaning over his wife. The toddler had a permanent frown on her face, but nodded sadly. The worried dad nodded himself, before scooping his little girl up in his arms and carrying her up the stairs. Hanna followed behind, but not before re-filling the bottle up with more water. As she joined Caleb in Madelyn's bedroom, she saw the child's face and felt her heart ache. As much as she hated being ill herself, Hanna would much rather she be feeling ill rather than her baby girl. It must have been some sort of doomed magic of some type, because no later than Hanna wished she could take Madelyn's sickness away, she had an odd feeling in her stomach. She darted to the bathroom and proceeded to empty the contents of her stomach out into the toilet bowl.

"Han?" Caleb called from Maddie's bedroom. "Babe, are you okay?"

That was weird, Hanna thought. That nausea had come on so quickly. Unless, she had been feeling unwell before, and she had just ignored it. She had no time to think about it, as another wave of nausea washed over her and she ducked her head back down.

After settling Maddie to sleep, Caleb rushed over to check on his wife. As he hurried to the bathroom, he couldn't help but think how he was now going to deal with two sick people. This day was getting stranger and stranger. Neither Hanna nor Maddie had felt ill this morning, but yet now, only hours later, they were both sick. He just hoped and prayed he wouldn't catch whatever it was.

"Babe," the brunette hushed as he knelt by Hanna. He pulled back her hair, and even kissed her head, completely forgetting about germs for a moment.

Hanna felt slightly better after what felt like hours, and lifted her head up. She gave Caleb a strained smile and leant back against the cold, tiled walls. "Thanks," she mumbled.

"What happened?" Caleb asked, concerned. "You should have said if you didn't feel well."

'I didn't feel unwell though," Hanna moaned. "I was just thinking about how I wished Maddie wasn't ill, and then I suddenly felt nauseous. This is weird and horrible and I feel so ill."

Caleb smiled warmly and started to get up, grabbing Hanna's arm as he did so. He carefully pulled her up onto her feet, and then took a gentle grip of both shoulders when she was up. Without telling Hanna what he was doing, Caleb lead his wife down out of the door, down the hallway, and then into their bedroom. Hanna collapsed onto the bed and sighed loudly.

"Now sleep," Caleb ordered. He turned towards the door, but was stopped when Hanna called out for him.

"Babe," she said. "Can you get me some water please? Oh, and maybe a mint?"

Just as Caleb nodded, there was a loud cry from the next bedroom along. Caleb knew this was going to be a long day.

Late than evening, Caleb sat on the floor next to his daughter's bed. She was lying on her side, facing him as he read her favorite story. As he finished, Caleb gently closed the book and smiled at her.

"Are you feeling any better, bug?" he whispered. Madelyn shook her head sadly, and then brushed the hair out of her eyes with the back of her hand. Caleb moved the last few strands to behind her shoulders before kissing her forehead. "Are you tired yet?" Once again, Maddie shook her head. "Mommy and Daddy get sad when you're sick, Maddie. You're not allowed to be sick!"

The toddler attempted a laugh, but it ended with her coughing. The brunette stroked his daughter's cheek to soothe her, and noticed her eyes slowly start drooping. "Do you know what we're going to do when you and Mommy are all better?" he whispered. "We're going to go to the park! And we'll play on the…swings! And the slide! And maybe we'll bring Bella so we can chase her around!" Caleb's calm, quiet voice had sent the little girl into a soft sleep. Caleb smiled to himself as he got up, careful not to make a peep or creak.

He took one last glance at Madelyn as he stopped to turn the light switch off, and sighed. Caleb could see how pale she looked; how ill; how tired. He just wanted her and Hanna to be better again, even though they'd only been sick for less than a day. He would have wished for him to be ill instead of them, but since Hanna did it and suddenly threw up, he decided he'd better not. Sometimes, superstition was enough.

2 days later, Caleb was still on nurse duty. It seemed like Madelyn was getting back to her usual self — after 24 hours of what seemed like constant crying. She'd been feeling so ill, it pained Caleb. He missed his bubbly, lively two-year-old. It didn't help that he was looking after his sick child by himself.

It looked like Hanna had been struck a lot worse by what Caleb had guessed was a sort-of flu. She hadn't had a moment of not feeling nauseous, and had spent most of the past couple of days in the bathroom. Caleb had never seen her thad bad before, and that broke his heart as much as Maddie's illness did.

Hanna was now on the couch, for the first time since being ill. She had a blanket draped over her legs, and Madelyn was cuddled into the side of her. They were watching a classic: Bambi. Caleb was busy making soup, although was pretty sure he wasn't doing too good. He wanted to make the first meal his wife and daughter could stomach a good one, but unfortunately, that wasn't looking very likely.

"Babe, are you nearly done?" Hanna called. She was finally sounded herself again, after being so ill she didn't want to talk. She breathed in the smell, and felt her stomach rumble. "It smells so good!"

"Really? It looks disgusting."

Minutes later, Caleb was handing a bowl to the blonde, who gratefully received it. She took in a deep breath and smiled before taking a small sip off the spoon. "It's so good."

"Well you would say that," Caleb muttered. "You haven't eaten anything in days."

Thankfully, it only took 12 more hours for Hanna and Maddie to recover completely. Madelyn was back to her boisterous self, running around the house like a madman. Hanna was back to stressing about the move to New York. Caleb, on the other hand, was back to being —almost— stress-free. He no longer had to play nurse; no longer had to cook; and no longer had to clean.

Considering she had been cooped up for days, Madelyn was eager to get out of the house and head to the park. So that's what the family did. It was a good excuse for some much needed fresh air, and even Bella benefitted. The pup chased the toddler around Rosewood's local park for hours as Hanna and Caleb happily watched from a bench.

The blonde slid her hand into her husband's, who then pulled the combined hands onto his lap. "I'm so glad you're better," Caleb announced as he stared into the distance. Madelyn was now petting Bella, who was being surprisingly obedient. Normally, the Shih Tzu hated being whacked — which was Maddie's attempt at a stroke — by her.

"I'm glad I'm better too," Hanna replied. She smiled to herself as she watched her daughter and dog play happily, and maybe a little crazily, together. A sudden thought came to Hanna's mind and she immediately blurted it out, without thinking. "I found a house."

"What?" the brunette asked, completely taken by surprise.

"When I was stuck in bed yesterday, I decided to look online and I found a house. Well actually it's an apartment, not a house," she explained. "It's in Manhattan and it has amazing views, but it might be a teeny tiny bit expensive."

Caleb had heard those words thousands of times before. Usually they were used when he was being persuaded by his wife to let her get a pair of heels, or a new purse. He rolled his eyes jokingly and turned so he was facing her. "And how expensive is that?"

"It's, like, nearly $8000 a month." Caleb's eyes dramatically widened and he raised his eyebrows. "But it's so nice!"

"Han, you don't even have a job yet! How are we supposed to afford that on one income? It's impossible."

"Can I just show it to you? I promise you'll like it," Hanna begged. She gave her husband the best puppy eyes she could, hoping that'd work. Just like always, it did.

Back at the house, Hanna was sitting cross-legged on a stool, with Caleb hovering behind her. Madelyn was happily watching TV by herself, giggling away to the parts her parent's found very un-funny.

Hanna scrolled through the listings for apartments until she came across the one. "Here we go." As she clicked on it, Caleb was immediately apartment was reasonably large, it had a great view — just like Hanna and said — and was in the ideal location. There was just one issue.

"Han, we can't afford that," the brunette moaned. "It just wouldn't work."

Hanna frowned and furrowed her eyebrows. She sighed loudly, letting her her husband know how frustrated she was. The way Hanna had worked it out, they could afford it, if they just cut back on other things. Clearly Caleb wasn't on the same page. The blond looked up at her husband, pouting.

"Don't look at me like that, Hanna. We are not getting that apartment, okay?" There was a firm tone to Caleb's voice, but Hanna knew that he'd give in if she kept on pouting…eventually. It took a good 20 more minutes before he seemed to be close to coming around to the idea, and Hanna nearly squealed when Caleb asked if he could have another look.

"It is nice," he said slowly. "And it would be close to my work." Hanna gleamed with hope. "I suppose if you stopped buying new clothes every week, we could do it." At that, Hanna gave a faux-glare, but she didn't really care.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"We can put an offer in," Caleb confirmed. His wife's squeal was so high-pitched, it was just like one of those dog whistles. He was sure he heard dogs throughout the building start barking, along with Bella. "But only an offer. If they continue to ask to much, we can't get it."

With a big, wide grin on her face, Hanna started jumping up and down whilst simultaneously trying to hug Caleb. In amongst her squealing, she exclaimed, "Thank you, thank you, that you!"

"Jesus Han. Calm down." Caleb was being strangled, and had to forcefully pull Hanna off from around his neck. "So, should we do it now?"

That evening, after Hanna had finally recovered from the starting of the process of buying her dream apartment in New York, she lay in bed, cuddled up to her husband. They were quietly and peacefully watching the TV that hung on the charcoal gray wall opposite, not saying a peep to each other. Madelyn was curled up at the end of the bed — which was her own choice — and was fast asleep. Her eyes fluttered every so often, indicating she was dreaming. Hanna hoped it was something happy and cute, like unicorns and rainbows.

"She's going to love it in New York," the blonde whispered as she rested her hand on Caleb's bare chest. Her hand rose and fell with every breath he took. "Especially since she'll be able to see Chloe all the time."

Caleb shook his head at the thought of his daughter and her best friend, Chloe. The two were more hyperactive than ever when together; it was definitely something he was not looking forward to. "Maybe we shouldn't tell her before we actually move. She'll go crazy."

Hanna nodded in agreement and focused back on the screen. She hadn't been watching for another 5 minutes when a thought popped into her head. "What if we get this apartment?"

The brunette was not following. "What about it? I thought that was what you wanted."

"Well it is. But we'll actually have to move all our things to New York and it's going to be really stressful." Since being unwell during the week, Hanna had felt even more stressed than usual. She had recovered from the illness, but still felt slightly odd at times. It didn't seem like she was completely back to normal yet, and the added stress of moving house might make that worse. "We can't do it on our own."

Caleb kissed the top of his wife's head before resting her palm on it. "We'll be fine. Everything will turn out just fine."

Hanna wasn't convinced and suddenly sat upright. She manoeuvred her body around so she was facing Caleb and looked ready to prove a point, although she wasn't. "But we'll need help. I mean, how is everything in this house going to fit in that apartment?"

"You were the one who wanted it!" the brunette exclaimed. He took a deep breath to calm himself before carrying on. "Maybe we'll have to put a few things in storage. So what?"

"I don't know. It just seems…I don't know." Hanna let out a big, long, exasperated sigh and collapsed back onto Caleb's chest, with a slight bounce. "I don't know," she repeated. "I just don't know."

A/N - so this chapter may be short and crappy because im kinda in the process of starting my second story (u guys remember when i said i was going to have two stories at the same time? well thats actually finally gonna happen ahhaaha)

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