Hanna took a deep breath and opened the car door. Spencer was already out of the SUV, and patiently waiting for Hanna to join her. She stepped out and grabbed Spencer's arm to steady herself as the pair walked towards the doors.

"Hanna Marin," Hanna said to the receptionist sat at the desk. "I've got an appointment at 10."

The receptionist nodded and directed the girls to take a seat in the waiting area.

As the blonde perched herself on the cold, leather couch, she noticed how many other girls of a similar age to her were sat there. It gave her a slight feeling of reassurance to know she wasn't the only 18 year old in Pennsylvania going through this.

Hanna began tapping her foot on the floor and biting her lip. Spencer could hear the deep breaths her friend was taking to calm herself.

"Hey," She said, resting her palm on Hanna's knee. "Are you okay?"

Hanna looked up at Spencer and shook her head. "Spence, I don't think I can do this."

"What?"

"I don't think I can do this."

The brunette questioned her friend. "Han, I thought you wanted an abortion."

"So did I," Hanna sounded utterly confused. "But now I don't know."

"Well, should we go?" Spencer asked. Hanna shrugged. "Come on, we can reschedule." She grabbed a hold of Hanna's arm and pulled her up before the two shuffled out of the clinic.

-:-

"Han, what the hell happened back here?" Spencer hissed as she climbed into her car. Hanna clipped the seatbelt around her and sighed.

"I have no idea," She replied. "I just…couldn't do it."

"What's Caleb going to think when you tell him you're still pregnant?"

"Fuck," Hanna muttered. "Maybe I won't tell him."

"And how are you going to do that?" Spencer asked, with a slight smirk on her face.

"I don't know," Hanna said, shrugging. "Hey, maybe I can move away to London or something and have this kid then come back to Rosewood in like 10 years time and be like 'Surprise, here's the kid you thought I aborted'."

Spencer laughed. "Yeah, Han. Do that." She turned around to face the steering wheel and turned on the ignition. As the car rolled down the street, a thought came to mind. "Have you heard from A since the thing with your mom and the basket?" Spencer asked, out of the blue.

Hanna was about to reply when her phone buzzed. "I swear if that's A…"

Hey Han, are you sure you've made the right decision? We don't want you becoming Hefty Hanna again, do we?

Kisses – A

"No fucking way," Hanna yelled. "A knows. A fucking knows that I didn't get that fucking abortion."

"Hanna, calm down," Spencer said. She tried to calm Hanna while driving but it wasn't working. "A might just be referring to the pregnancy in general."

"This is unbelievable. How the hell can A know when it only just happened? I can't fucking believe this."

"Stop swearing, Han." Spencer laughed, attempting to ease the situation. "Do you think A has told Caleb?"

"I don't know. If that bitch hasn't yet, they sure will soon."

"Do you want me to drop at his apartment so you can tell him yourself?" Spencer asked, taking her eyes off the road for a slight second.

"No. There's somewhere we need to go first."

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