A/N: Well, my loves, here we are! The end of the road for this particular installment. Again, I'd like to thank everyone who has messaged me or reviewed my work. I know I don't individually thank you all enough, but please know, from the bottom of my heart, that you all move me every day. An author's main purpose is to please their readers, and I hope I have done that creed justice for you all.

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EPILOGUE

1 Week Later…

The cold winter air in Michigan was the first sign that the honeymoon had truly ended. Spencer had disdainfully dug through her suitcase to locate a jacket when they landed, feeling rather emotional as she did so.

The week had been unprecedentedly magical, in ways that she had never imagined were possible. They had succeeded in touring all of the sites that she had planned, while also spending a great deal of time hiding beneath the covers and enjoying one another. It was like a whole new world had opened up for them – making love had always been a beautiful, treasured thing…but now, as a married couple, the emotional intensity had increased triplefold. She had hardly thought it was possible, but each and every time they made love, she felt close to tears.

And though she desperately missed the tropical winds of Hawaii, she could not deny the excitement that entered her heart as their home came into view. She hadn't realized how much she had actually missed it, but now found herself eager to curl up in her own bed and sleep off the jetlag.

The taxi pulled over and she and Toby went to work extracting their belongings from the trunk. Toby, of course, insisted on carrying much of it himself, nearly slipping on a patch of ice on the porch steps. Spencer hurriedly passed him up to get the door.

The moment they stepped in, the familiar scent of their house filled her nostrils. It was something between coffee and laundry detergent, and was entirely characteristic of the place she called home.

"Hanna?" she called, noticing the emptiness of the living room. "Holmes?"

"Huh," Toby mused, perplexed, as he dumped the suitcases and tote bags at the door. Spencer would have ordinarily chastised this, but she, too, was far too tired to unpack right now. "Where are they?"

As if on cue, Holmes came stomping down the stairs. It was clear that he was fuming about something or another. He did not even take notice of them as he marched into the kitchen and pulled a can of beer from the fridge, grumbling and 'harrumphing' to himself.

"Holmes?" Toby asked carefully, raising a brow. Holmes nearly choked on his beverage at the greeting.

"Holy shit, Cavanaugh! You scared the piss out of me!" Then, as if not even remembering that he was angry, he broke into a wide grin. After but a moment of recovery, he was hurrying his way out of the kitchen and around furniture to hug them both. He bodily lifted Spencer off her feet in a giant bear hug.

"Welcome home!"

She laughed as he put her down, straightening her clothes to their original position.

"Where's Hanna?"

His face fell and he offered a noncommittal shrug. "I'm not sure what's going on. I said something about her hair looking different today and she started on about what a dick I am…locked herself in the bathroom upstairs. I've been trying to apologize and coax her out for over an hour. I finally just gave up."

Spencer winced apologetically. She knew how Hanna could get, especially during this particular time of the month. For normal females, emotions could run rampant…but for Hanna, everything suddenly became a life or death issue. She was outrageously sensitive, and if you managed to accidentally push a button, you were done for.

"She's probably just…you know…"

"PMSing?" Toby offered helpfully. Spencer elbowed him pointedly in the ribcage.

"We can say it! You guys can't!" she declared brashly. Then, with a click of her tongue, she pushed past both of them. "Let me go check on her. Maybe I can get her to calm down."

"I'm sure the fact that you're home will cheer her up in a split second," Holmes agreed.

Spencer took the stairs two at a time to get to the bathroom, arriving just in time to hear Hanna's muffled sobs on the other side of the door. She gently rapped her knuckles on the paneling.

"Han? It's me."

Hanna silenced herself instantaneously. Then, after a brief pause, Spencer could hear manic shuffling taking place.

"Just a second…I'm…naked…"

Spencer pulled a face. "What are you talking about? Since when do you care? Let me in."

"Hold on – I don't have makeup on."

Spencer rolled her eyes dramatically. "Hanna, you've got to be joking…you know I don't give a shit." She absentmindedly tried the doorknob, which, to her surprise, gave way immediately. She pushed it open.

"Spencer! Get out!" Hanna cried suddenly as she entered, standing protectively at the door and trying to hold it shut. Spencer had, however, already managed to wedge half of her body through. The other half easily followed.

"What the hell is going on?" she demanded. She spent a moment analyzing Hanna's face, which was tear-stained and puffy from crying. She looked miserable. Spencer instantaneously went into protective mode, mentally going down the line of all the things that could have happened to shake her up this way. A death? Holmes being more than just generally irritating? Did he cheat on her? "Are you okay?"

Hanna's bottom lip quivered as she began vigorously shaking her head. Spencer instinctively grabbed her by the forearms and pulled her in for a hug.

"What's the matter?" she asked, softening her demeanor. Her heart was racing a million miles a minute. She had never seen Hanna like this through the entire duration of their friendship. She started crying into her shoulder, wheezing heavily from how hard she had been sobbing before.

"I don't – I can't – how can I?…"

"How can you what?" Spencer asked, pulling away to look at her. Hanna was purposefully avoiding her eyes. "C'mon, Han, you can tell me anything…"

And then she saw it. Over Hanna's shoulder and hanging haphazardly out of the garbage can. A slim, white piece of plastic with what most would consider arbitrary hieroglyphic markings. To many, it would mean nothing. To others, it was life changing.

It was a pregnancy test.

And it was positive.

END

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