I ran around backstage before my fashion show to debut the new shoe line. Each model was dressed in the same beige dress to accentuate the shoes. I, on the other hand, was wearing an Herve Leger banded dress that hugged my body like a glove. My bump was starting to get larger but luckily my long torso managed to hide it for a while. I would have killed for a flowy dress at that moment but everyone knows that once you start with the baggy clothes, the secret's out. I didn't need the tabloids watching my every move quite just yet. I could barely move but there I was running around in my six inch heels trying to get everything done. Finally, the time came and I took my place by the monitor as I let the wrangler manage the models.

My heart was beating faster than it ever had before and I could barely watch as the models took to the runway. I smiled when I finally saw Lacey hit the catwalk and then took a deep breath before going out with all of the models one last time.

"That was amazing!" Samara told me when I finally got back stage again.

"Thanks," I gave her a hug. "There's something I need to tell you."

"What?" she asked.

"I'm want you to be the head of the jewelry collection," I explained.

"Are you serious?" she was in shock.

"Yes," I smiled. "We'll call it the Cooke/Rivers line."

"Hanna," she gave me a hug, "you are an angel."

"Hanna," Caitlin said running over. "You need to be at the after party right now."

"Thanks," I told her. I took Samara's hand and we headed downtown where there was a party in full swing at a loft I had rented for the occasion.

We spent a good portion of the night shmoozing with other designers and chatting with reporters while I dodged every glass of champagne that came my way. Once the party started to dwindle down, I snuck out so I wouldn't be the last one there. It's very important to leave your party before it's over that way people think you have better things to do, which I did. I had to meet up with the rest of the girls for dinner.

"Here are the designs for the jewelry line," Samara said handing me a swatchboard with various colors and sketches.

"Thanks," I smiled motioning for her to take a seat. I glanced over the ideas and found a cuff that reminded me of the one Caleb used to wear back in high school. "Have you considered designing jewelry for men?"

"I hadn't really thought about it," she replied.

"I think you should," I said. "We could start with watches and then move onto some cool tribal rings and stuff."

"I'll draw up some ideas and present them on Friday," she said.

"Thanks," I smiled. "There's something else I need to tell you."

"What?" she asked. "Is everything okay?"

"It's great," I explained. "You've only been working here for two months and you're already one of my top designers. You work hard and you're here longer hours than anyone."

"Are you insinuating that I'm about to get a raise?" she smirked.

"I am, in fact," I smiled. "There's a little more to it, actually."

"A promotion?" she asked. "What's higher than head designer besides your position?"

"I'm pregnant," I finally blurted out. Then I watched as her eyes were instantly drawn to my stomach which was covered with a tunic blouse and a beige pair of slacks. "I wanted to wait to tell everyone until we were further along but that's why I'm having the girls over for dinner tonight. Can I trust you to keep it secret for now?"

"Yeah, of course," she replied, "but what does that have to do with me?"

"Well," I explained. "In about six months I'll have to take some maternity leave and I'd like you to take over for a while."

"What about the jewelry line?" she asked.

"You'll still be in charge," I told her, "but I'd like you to be more active in the rest of the company. That way, by the time we debut the line, it will be just about time for you to take over."

"Are you sure I'm best for the job?" she asked. "I mean, I'm a rookie."

"Of course," I told her. "You're not just a designer, you're my friend, and I've known you longer than I've known anyone else here. If anyone understands what Hyphen Rivers is about, it's you."

"Thanks," she smiled. "I'm honored."

Then she grabbed her designs and left my office. About an hour later, I packed up my things and headed home to set up for dinner. It was Friday night and I needed to get everything done before the girls came over.

"Hello?" Caleb said walking inside as I put the pot roast in the oven.

"Hey," I smiled looking up at him.

"How was work?" he asked taking a seat on the counter. Then the doorbell rang.

"Not bad," I smiled. "Do you think you can get the door?"

"Sure," he replied. I got back to making dinner and was shortly reunited with Caleb followed by Spencer and Toby who had an unusual amount of friction between them.

"Can I get you guys a drink?" I asked.

"White wine," Spencer said. I poured her a glass while Caleb handed Toby a beer. Those two had become pretty good friends lately and their bromance was very close to surpassing the bond that I have with my life-long friends.

"What's the big occasion?" Toby asked just as the doorbell rang an Caleb went to answer.

"You know," I smiled, "we haven't seen each other lately and my work schedule has been kind of light since the show so I thought I'd cook dinner."

"That sounds super suspicious," Spencer smiled. "You hate cooking."

"That was the old Hanna," I told her. "This is the new Hanna who likes to cook and has a maid that helps clean up."

"Oh, now I get it," she laughed.

"Hey guys," Samara said walking into the kitchen and giving me a subtle wink.

"Hey," I smiled giving her and Emily a hug.

I offered them drinks and a few minutes later we were joined by Aria and Ezra who had managed to snag a baby-sitter for the night. We were all gathered around the kitchen as I finished cooking and then I watched as Caleb clinked his beer bottle causing everyone to go quiet.

"Uh..." he began. "Hanna and I have a little announcement. We're uh...she's...we're having a baby."

"What?" Spencer nearly plowed me over as she ran to give me a hug.

"Thanks," I smiled hugging her back.

"So," Caleb told me while I finished cleaning the dishes. Everyone had left and we were alone in the kitchen. "I guess tonight was a success."

"I think it was," I smiled placing the last serving dish on the drying rack. Then I walked over to sit in his lap. "When do you think we should tell my mom?"

"Sooner rather than later," he told me. "You don't want her to hear it from someone else."

"Yeah," I sighed resting my head on his shoulder. He slipped his hands under my blouse and rubbed the tiny bump that was growing around my waist. "You're hands are cold."

"Sorry," he said pulling away.

"No," I smiled grabbing his hand and placing it back over my belly button. "It's nice."