A/N - just a quick authors note to let you know that this and the next chapter are supposed to be one, but apparently it was too long or something lol okay.

oh and chapter 22 will be the final chapter of this story.

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Caleb was sitting at his desk, staring into space. He had completed his set work for the day almost an hour ago, and still had at least another two left in the office. Caleb's daze was suddenly broken when a loud, heavy and familiar knock echoed through the room.

Standing on the other side of the door was Kenneth, Caleb's boss. He cleared his throat and straightened his tie before walking in. "Caleb," he began, "I have some news."

Caleb immediately stood up, his heart racing. Was he already being fired? He'd only been at the company for no longer than two months. "W-what is it?" he stuttered, nervous.

Kenneth's face was stern and serious as he moved closer, but soon relaxed when he reached Caleb. "Don't worry, it's nothing bad," Kenneth assured Caleb, chuckling at the brunette's expression. Caleb, too, relaxed and internally sighed a breath of relief. At least he wasn't going home jobless. "In fact, it's the opposite. I think you'll be thrilled."

"You do?" Caleb replied, surprised.

"That meeting you went to a month or so back, do you remember what I said?"

Caleb thought for a moment. "About the ginger woman's hair?" Why would he be thrilled about someone's hair? Had the woman had it cut or something?

Kenneth let out a hearty laugh and shook his head. "No, no. About other jobs within the company. Well, I received a phone call this morning from our headquarters in California." Caleb's heart started speeding up again. Was Kenneth going where Caleb thought he was going with this? "They've offered you a job."

Meanwhile, Hanna was leaning against a metal post in the local elementary school's park. Madelyn and Chloe were running themselves ragged, frolicking in the long, tall grass in the fields beyond. Aria, who was holding baby Caden, was standing next to Hanna. She was explaining the trouble she had been having finding a decent babysitter to look after Chloe and Caden. Apparently, the one she and Ezra had hired the previous night had turned out to smoke weed—Aria had caught her in the alley below their apartment puffing away when she headed down to take out the trash.

Hanna hadn't that problem. In fact, she hadn't had to hire a babysitter once since moving to New York. As soon as Caleb had started his new job, it seemed there was never any free time to go out as a couple.

"Han, are you even listening to me?" Aria asked, snapping her fingers in Hanna's face.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm listening," Hanna said quickly. Although, she very clearly wasn't. Instead, Hanna was dreaming about going on a warm, sunny vacation with her dreamy husband. Caleb had brought up the idea in the car the previous week. He had mentioned that once the new baby was here, the four of them should go to Hawaii.

"So what did I just say?" Aria tested. She knew full well that Hanna hadn't been listening—the blonde had been in a world of her own.

"Huh?"

"Oh forget it," she tutted. "So, do you and Caleb have anything planned for your anniversary tomorrow?"

Hanna's face drooped, and she shook her head sadly. "He's working."

"Han," Aria sighed, wrapping her arms around the blonde to comfort her. She knew how obsessed Hanna was with things like anniversaries. Ever since she started dating Caleb back when she was only seventeen, Hanna had always—never once forgetting—planned an extra special, extra romantic night. She liked everything perfect, planned out right down to a T. Aria knew Hanna must have been heartbroken she wasn't able to spend the night with Caleb. "It's okay," Aria whispered. "There'll be other days you can celebrate instead."

Hanna shrugged, unconvinced. It didn't seem like there would be other days. All of the other days seemed to be consumed by Caleb's work and job. Hanna needed to get her mind off of it—it wasn't going to help anything if she just drooped around. "Can we go and eat?"

Just two hours later, Hanna Aria, Maddie, Chloe and Caden had visited yet another park. This one, though, was closer to the Fitz's apartment, which turned out to be very handy when it came to Madelyn declaring she really needed to use the potty.

Hanna was gazing around Aria and Ezra's living room. It had been renovated since she had last seen it; the couch had been replaced, the walls had been painted, and there were many more photos hanging up. Hanna was thoroughly impressed, especially after being disappointed by the previous state of the living room.

"I like it," Hanna announced, nodding. She turned to Aria, who was returning from the kitchen with two cups of coffee, and smiled. "It looked really good."

The petite brunette grinned before placing the steaming mugs on the oakwood coffee table in the centre of the room. It matched the colors of each photo frame on the wall, Hanna had noticed. After Madelyn used the bathroom, Chloe had decided she needed the bathroom, and then Caden decided he needed the bathroom—except he went in his diaper. When it came to everyone finishing up with the bathroom trips, all Hanna and Aria wanted was a rest, so they decided to stay in the apartment for a while.

Chloe and Madelyn had escaped to Chloe's bedroom, after Chloe wanted to show Madelyn her new collection of dolls her grandma had just bought her. Caden was lying in his crib, fast asleep. So, finally, the two moms were getting their rest.

"Have you talked to Caleb about celebrating on another day?" Aria asked, referring to the earlier conversation of Hanna and Caleb being unable to celebrate their anniversary. She sat down on the leather couch and crossed her legs under her. Hanna sat opposite, one leg over the other.

Hanna shook her head firmly. "We can't. Caleb's working most of the time, then we're going to Rosewood for a week to stay with my mom, and then we've got to sort out everything for the baby. We just don't have the time to celebrate."

"Oh," Aria sighed. She adjusted her feet and took a sip of coffee, trying to think of a new, happier conversation to start. "When are we going to find out the gender of the new baby, then?" she smirked, raising an eyebrow.

Hanna rolled her eyes, but let out a small laugh. "I told you," she groaned. "Not until the birth!"

"I can't wait four more months!" Aria cried. "Tell me now!"

"I'm not telling you," Hanna chuckled. She mimed zipping her lips closed and throwing away the key, before shrugging as if to say, What can you do?

Aria scowled at her best friend and crossed her arms vigorously. "I hate you."

"I know you love me."

"I don't. I really don't," Aria said. She turned to face the wall, but saw the smirk on Hanna's face. "Don't even look at me if you're not going to tell me."

"Ar, I can't tell you and not tell everyone else," Hanna said as she cupped the cup of coffee in her hands.

"Yes you can!"

Hanna let out an exasperated sigh. It was almost like being in a never ending argument with Madelyn about the colors of rainbow. Aria wasn't going to let Hanna not tell her, just like Madelyn wouldn't let Hanna be right about the fact orange wasn't the same as red.

"It's twins," Hanna suddenly announced, the smirk on her face disappearing. Aria's head slowly turned back to look at the blonde, and her jaw dropped. "I'm just kidding!" Hanna then exclaimed.

The brunette opened her mouth to say something, but sighed and just gave Hanna a deadly death glare instead.

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Caleb was still in shock when he arrived home late that evening. California? He had been offered a job in California? This was insane, he thought. Hanna was going to be over the moon when he told her, Caleb just knew it. With his mom living in Montecito, and the job being in Los Angeles, Caleb would only be a drive away from her.

"Babe!" Caleb called out as he slammed the door shut. Feet padded out from the kitchen and in wandered Hanna, carrying a large wooden spoon covered in a red, tomato-ey paste. Caleb lunged forwards and gave his wife a quick peck before dropping his bag on the floor and unlacing his patent-leather brogues. "How was your day?" he asked, throwing one shoe over to the rack by the front door.

Hanna began to turn back to the kitchen, replying, "It was good. We met up with Aria, Chlo and Caden."

After throwing over the other shoe, Caleb followed Hanna into the kitchen and was hit by a strong waft of deliciousness. His stomach rumbled loudly. The sandwich and bag of chips he had scoffed at work definitely weren't enough to keep him going. "This smells ah-mazing."

"Thank you," Hanna replied sweetly. Back in high school, Hanna couldn't even toast a piece of bread, let alone make seven different meals a week. Then again, Hanna couldn't look after a child for more than an hour without wanting to strangle them, and now she was a mother to one and another on the way. There was no doubt about how much Caleb had impacted on her life; he had definitely made her maternal. "How was work?" she asked as she dropped the wooden spoon onto the marbled counter.

"It was okay," Caleb said casually. He wasn't going to give anything away just yet. He wanted to announce the job offer at the perfect moment, which was not in the kitchen as dinner cooked next to them.

"Just okay?" Hanna asked. Usually it was good, or great, or even fantastic, not "okay".

"Mhm," Caleb murmured.

"Daddy!" a loud voice squealed. What sounded like a herd of elephants trampling into the kitchen was actually a very excited Madelyn, who had clearly missed Caleb during the day. She threw herself into his arms, beaming from ear to ear.

"I missed you, bug," Caleb laughed, stroking the back of the toddler's head. He felt something strange dangling on the end of a lock of hair, and pulled out a hair pin with a bright, shiny pearl stuck on it. He chuckled, confused, and threw it onto the side. Hanna grabbed it, noticing it was hers from Aria's wedding. She had no idea how Madelyn had gotten her grimy hands on.

"Love oo, Daddy," Maddie whispered, her face so close to Caleb's, he could feel her warm breath on his cheek.

Before Caleb could reply with, "I love you, too," Hanna opened up the oven loudly, clattering around as she pulled out the dish of food. Steam floated up into the air, and the kitchen was overpowered by the same delicious smell Caleb had been mesmerized just a few minutes before.

Half an hour later, when all three plates had been cleared, Caleb turned to his wife. Hanna was intently watching the television screen, obsessing over the fact Leonardo DiCaprio was on. Titanic had been playing for the last twenty minutes, and Hanna had barely glanced away since it had started.

"Han?"

"Hm?" Hanna mumbled. She didn't bother to even glance at Caleb, too focused on the blond dreamboat on TV. When the evening sun beamed through the windows and reflected off of the TV screen, affecting the picture, Hanna finally looked away. She raised an eyebrow at Caleb. "What's up?"

"I need to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"I've been offered a position in the Californian headquarters for my company," Caleb rushed. Hanna stared at him, stunned into silence. Caleb looked at her, searching for some kind of reaction, but found nothing. Hanna looked completely shellshocked, as if he had just told her she only had minutes to live. "Hanna?"

"You said no, right?" the blonde finally said. Now it was Caleb's turn to be stunned. That was not the reaction he had hoped for, or expected.

"Well, no, not exactly."

In fact, Caleb had said quite the opposite. When Kenneth broke the news, Caleb was indeed, just like Kenneth had said he would be, thrilled. Without thinking, Caleb had said yes straight away. Apparently that wasn't the correct response.

"You said yes? Why?"

"Because I want the job?" Caleb didn't mean it to, but the reply ended up coming out more like a question, and it looked like Hanna was about to say, "No you don't," but luckily, she refrained from saying so. She just scoffed instead. "I thought you'd be excited. California, Han. We could live in California!"

"I don't want to live in California," Hanna declared. The baby gave a strong kick inside of her stomach, but Hanna didn't squeal excitedly like she normally did. She just stayed staring at Caleb, waiting for a reply.

"You've never said that before," Caleb stuttered, confused.

"Well you've never brought up moving to California."

Caleb felt like he was in a daze, but stood up and joined his wife on the couch. He placed a reassuring hand on her thigh. "Babe, this job could be everything I ever wanted. It's in California with my mom, it pays so well, and it's working for an amazing company."

"Look, I'm not moving to California, Caleb," Hanna announced, standing up. Caleb's hand dropped from her leg and landed on the couch, his wrist twisting in an odd angle.

"I moved to New York for you, Hanna!"

"What? No you didn't!" Hanna exclaimed. Madelyn was only three doors down from the living room, happy playing with her toys, but Hanna was suddenly aware the toddler would be able to every shout.

"You got a job here, so I got a job here. This move was your idea, not mine," Caleb said, his voice quieter. He'd had the same thought as Hanna: Maddie could hear everything.

Hanna's face reddened with anger and she let out an "That is so not true, Caleb. We both wanted to move here!"

Caleb cupped his face in his sweaty, clammy palms and started shaking his head. "I don't want to argue about this. Let's just talk about it tomorrow."

"No, we can talk about it now," Hanna ordered.

The brunette stood up, his face strained. Caleb honestly felt like he was going to cry. "Why don't you want to move to California?"

"Because I'm not moving to the other side of the freaking country just so I can sit in an apartment the while day looking after a toddler with no friends or family to help me. I can do that here just fine, thanks."

"What?"

"You heard me, Caleb," Hanna muttered. The baby kicked again, but she continued to stay still. "I'm stuck here looking after Madelyn 24/7 without my husband, but at least I have my mom nearby. If I'm in California, I won't have anyone!"

"You'll have my mom!" Caleb cried out, as if it were obvious.

"Oh yeah? How reliable has she been in the past? I wouldn't count on her being there for me."

Caleb stopped. Hanna stopped. Everything stopped. Hanna couldn't believe the words that had just come out of her mouth. She had never once thought about Claudia like that—she had loved Claudia like a second mother. Caleb was shocked, too. The room had an awkward silence wafting around, and Hanna and Caleb stood staring at each other.

"I'm not moving to California," Hanna insisted.

"And I'm not passing up an opportunity this good," Caleb replied, shaking his head.

With tears brimming and her jaw trembling, Hanna nodded understandingly and pushed past the brunette. Without another word, Hanna unlocked the front door, stepped outside, and slammed it shut.

Caleb was left standing there, unsure whether he should move, or even breathe. What the hell had just happened? Hanna was supposed to be happy, excited to hear about the job offer. She was supposed to jump at the chance, not shoot it down.

Hanna walked straight past the elevator and stomped down the white staircase, firmly gripping the wooden handrail as she went. Just like Caleb, Hanna didn't know what had just happened, either. She wasn't expecting him to come home with an announcement like that. What was she supposed to say? That she would love to move to the other side of the country only two months after moving to New York? Hanna was only just beginning to create a life for herself in the Big Apple, and she wasn't prepared to give that up for…well, nothing. There was nothing for her in California—nothing at all.

After storming out of the building, Hanna was left with two options: walk around the neighbourhood for an hour or two to let herself cool off, or get into her car and have a relaxing drive to calm herself. She chose the drive, deciding it would be a better way to compose herself.

Hanna checked the purse that she had picked up on her way to the front door, and found her car keys buried deep inside. There were also a packet of tissues, two packets of mint gum, one of Madelyn's plastic cup, and a hairbrush. Hanna panicked; had she left her phone inside the apartment? As if on queue, there was a buzz from her back pocket, and she pulled out her iPhone. It was a message from her mom, wandering if she, Caleb and Maddie were still coming to Rosewood for their week-long vacation break. Hanna ignored the message and dropped the phone into her purse before heading towards her car.

The sun was just beginning to set as Hanna turned left out of the apartment building's parking lot. The sky was a beautiful, photogenic mix of reds and purples. It was definitely an Instagram worthy picture, but Hanna was way too focused on her emotions rather than the pretty evening sky. How could Caleb just expect her to up and move to the other side of the country? Did he have any sense at all? Moving from Pennsylvania to New York was one thing, but New York to Cali was another.

An hour and a half later, Hanna found herself on the all too familiar route home to Rosewood. It was an accident; she didn't intend to head in that direction, she just hadn't been concentrating on the road at all. Hanna was still shocked over the evening's events. Why would Caleb ever think Hanna would want to move all that way? Did he know at her all?

Whilst driving along the highway, Hanna started drumming her fingers against the steering wheel. The car was silent, and she wasn't used to that. Normally she'd have Maddie squealing in the back, or Caleb talking about the vacation he wanted to take next summer with the new baby, or even Bella or Bear growling in their cage. It was a rare opportunity for Hanna to be alone, and she would usually jump at the chance and enjoy every moment, but right now, she longed for her husband to be with her.

All of a sudden, Hanna felt a twinge of guilt. Maybe she had been a little too selfish. Maybe California wouldn't be that bad, especially with the year-round sun. She'd certainly be able to tan all of the time. And maybe even meet some famous actors and actresses. And if Caleb's work was in Los Angeles, she might be able to get another costume designing job. But Hanna suddenly stopped. She realized she hadn't even given Caleb a chance to even tell her where the job was. This was wrong. This was all wrong. Hanna had freaked at Caleb for no reason and stormed out with no warning. Hanna felt bad…really bad. She wanted to go home and apologize desperately, but she was stuck on the highway, unable to turn back to New York.

It looked like she was heading to Rosewood.