5 years have passed since Hanna and Caleb became parents. What happened to the young family as the years went by?
"Merci!" Hanna exclaimed as she picked up a brown paper bag. "Au revoir!"
She took the bag in her left hand and with her right hand, took a hold of her daughter's. After checking for cars, she hurried across the street with Malia in tow. It was Saturday, and the two girls had popped out to grab lunch, which consisted of fresh baguettes with different fillings.
"Mommy," Malia said as Hanna strapped the five year old into her car seat. "When can I see daddy?"
"Soon, baby, I promise," Hanna replied. She firmly shut the door and hurried around the car to the driver's side. After clicking her seat belt into place, she turned the car on and began rolling down the street. Minutes later, she signaled left and turned down an authentic, petite street. The street was located in a pretty village in the south of Paris called Square De Montsouris. Terraced houses were found on either side of the road and they were all colored with beautiful flowers and plants in their front yards. Black iron gates stood solid outside of every house, but it just added to the scenery. Hanna had never been so proud of where she lived; the village was stunning.
After getting Malia out of the car, Hanna followed her lively daughter towards their house. There were bright red roses growing on a bush either side of the front door and hanging baskets filled with colorful flowers above them.
"We're back," Hanna called out as she shut the front door. Emily wandered out of the living room, cradling a baby boy in her arms. The infant was fast asleep and had nuzzled into the raven haired girl's chest. Hanna ushered her daughter to be quiet, making sure the baby wasn't awoken. Malia over dramatized tip toeing away and scurried away to play.
"You brought food!" Emily loudly whispered, following Hanna into the kitchen. Hanna nodded and pulled out 2 baguettes, as well as a roll for Malia. "Ooh, they smell amazing. What's in them?"
Hanna pointed to one sandwich and tried to remember. "Uh, I think one is poulet et bacon and this one is jambon fume," she said, emphasizing her French accent. She liked to think her French had majorly improved since moving to Paris just over a year ago.
The baby boy wriggled in Emily's arms and began whimpering. "Hello baby," she said, holding the 9 week old up. "Ugh, you are such a cute child."
"I know he is," Hanna agreed, taking the boy out of Emily's arms. "And he's all mine!"
"Aunt Em needs some lovin'!" The former jock announced, tickling his stomach. Hanna cradled him close and his eyes gazed around the room as he adjusted to his surroundings.
"Em, you literally just had him for like an hour," Hanna laughed. "I think mommy needs some loving, don't you Rocky?"
The young infant gurgled, unaware of what he was just asked. Hanna kissed the tip of his nose and smiled when his chubby hands curled around her index finger.
Rocky James was Hanna and Caleb's second child. He was only 9 weeks old, and had had more attention than Hanna had ever dreamed off. Emily was there for the birth, and decided to stay in Paris to babysit the children when needed. Aria, Alison and Spencer all flew over from America to France during his first week of life and didn't seem to leave the whole time they were there. Hanna was the only one with children, but the others adored them, so much so they treated Lexus and Rocky like their own, and spent more time with them then they did with Hanna herself.
"How come you and Caleb managed to have such perfect babies?" Emily groaned, taking a bite of her baguette. Hanna smiled. Malia had light tanned skin, bouncy, long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was the spitting image of Hanna, and everyone picked up on it. Hanna was always being told how much the little girl looked like her. Malia even had the same sassy personality that Hanna had. There was no doubt that she was her mother's child.
Rocky, on the other hand, took directly after Caleb. With his olive colored skin, hazel eyes and dark hair, it was like looking at a younger version of his father.
"Hey, since you've finished college now, maybe you could have one of your own," Hanna joked. "I can just imagine it: a 3 month old world champion swimmer."
"I don't think so. I might just take yours instead."
"Hell no," Hanna exclaimed. Rocky wriggled in her arms but fell back asleep. "You are not taking my babies. Get your own fucking kids."
"I still can't believe you're the first one of us to have children," Emily said, finishing her lunch. "I always thought it'd be Aria and Fitz. But no, you were there in high school getting pregnant."
The blonde laughed, remembering her last few months of high school were spent locked in a toilet throwing up. "You say it as if we planned to have a kid in Senior Year. I didn't even want kids at all, let alone when I was 18."
As if she knew the girls were talking about her, Malia skipped into the kitchen. "Mommy, I'm hungry," she moaned. Emily leant down and heaved the 5 year old onto the stool next to her. Hanna plated up her bread roll and pushed it over to her daughter, who eagerly starting eating straight away.
"She is definitely your daughter. You can tell just by how much she eats," Emily laughed. "But oh my God, she's cute."
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