Don heard the door to Hannah's room slam shut as Mark left the family household and he looked onto the gaze of Jess before she simply just shook her head.

"You need to go and talk to her," she instructed him, hearing the crying of Matthew as she did so.

"She sounds annoyed..." Don remained cautious and Jess narrowed her eyes at him.

"She's your daughter," she said. "Now get up there and talk to your daughter...I'm off to see to our son."

Don sighed loudly before taking to the steps and climbing them quickly and knocking on his daughter's bedroom door.

"Go away dad!" Hannah yelled out but before Don could say anything, she had a sudden change of heart and opened the door wide up.

"Did you tell him to ask me about it?" Hannah snapped. "Did you seriously get my boyfriend to try and give you information which I clearly didn't want to tell you about?"

"I was worried Hannah..." Don began his excuse and Hannah simply just shook her head.

"I told you!" she yelled. "I told you I was fine! I told you I didn't want to talk about it...not now...when you and Jess are so happy!"

"You're my daughter Hannah," Don informed her. "You don't keep things from me...I was worried..."

"We don't keep secrets?" Hannah snapped at her father. "Then why did you never openly tell me of your one night stands? Why did you try and lie to me about them?"

"Because you didn't need to know," Don told his daughter.

"And you didn't need to know about this dad!" Hannah shouted back. "And you never get my boyfriend to spy on me..."

"It seemed to be the only way that I'd find anything out Hannah," Don said. "Please see this from my side...I was worried that you'd go back to how you were..."

"And my word isn't enough?" she wiped away a small tear in her eye. "Why do you think I didn't want to talk about it?"

"I get that you didn't want to upset Jess and I about it...but you're my little girl Hannah...you can tell me anything," he promised her.

"Well now you know," Hannah flapped her arms to the side. "Now you know that by me seeing you with Matthew I can't help but think of what I could have had! What I lost!"

"It wasn't your fault," Don said and reached to hug her but she recoiled from him and held her hands up.

"You all say that!" Hannah snapped. "But it was in my body...and I lost it...me...I couldn't even look after my own child..."

"Hannah," Don said with a sigh. "It's not your fault...you need to stop blaming yourself."

"And you need to learn how to leave things be," Hannah said and began to shut her door. "But some things you can't learn."

...

"Did you talk to her?" Jess checked and Don nodded.

"If you want me to correct you, I'd say it was her basically yelling at me," Don said and Jess shook her head.

"She could have talked to us," Jess said. "But I get why she didn't."

"What?" Don asked.

"She didn't want to depress us Don," Jess murmured. "She thought that we didn't need to know because it would just make us worry over her when we now have a child to look after...but she did speak to someone Don."

"She chose a shrink over her own father to talk to," Don said. "Am I supposed to not be offended?"

"No." Jess snapped at him. "You're not. You're supposed to respect her as a young woman and she did what she felt was right...now Matthew needs changing."

"And that's my turn again is it?" Don asked as Jess swept past him.

"It was my turn but you've annoyed me so it is your turn." Jess snapped and went to fetch the laundry.

...

Mark wasn't even allowed to drink. But getting alcohol in New York wasn't difficult when you looked twenty one. And so that was how he found himself sat in his apartment, a bottle of vodka in his hand, wondering what the hell he was doing in life. More importantly, what he was doing with Hannah. He thought they were doing so well...but...they always ended up arguing, over the past. Mark downed some vodka and felt his throat burn, wondering if he truly did have a future with Hannah.