CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX ~ NYLON ~ THE RIGHT THING TO SAY

Hanna flipped through the mail and pulled out a large thick envelope. She dropped the rest of the bills on the counter and stripped open the package. Inside was a stack of documents outlining the details of the settlement of her father's will. She carefully placed the file in her office and made a mental note to remember where she'd left it.

"What are you doing?" Caleb asked knocking on the door to Hanna's office.

"I just got the paperwork for my dad's will," she explained.

"I'm sorry," Caleb said wrapping his arms around her. "I wish it wasn't so complicated."

"It's over now," she replied. "Just a matter of crossing the Ts and dotting the Is."

"Hey," he smiled, "do you want to see what I did with the spare room?"

"Will it defeat the purpose of your room if I know what's inside?" Hanna asked.

"This isn't the tale of Bluebeard," Caleb teased. "I think you're allowed to know what's in my secret room."

"Alright," Hanna laughed. "Let's see it."

She followed Caleb into the spare room and her mouth dropped as he opened the door. The entire room was decked out in tech stuff. A fancy computer was set up at the desk and a long leather couch sat opposite it.

"Watch this," Caleb smiled as he flipped a knob on the wall and a projector screen rolled down.

"This is pretty awesome!" Hanna laughed. "You did all of this in a week?"

"Well, I have some experience," he scoffed.

"True," she replied. "I shouldn't have doubted you."

"Like it?" he asked.

"Yeah," she smiled. "Maybe a little too much. I'm not sure if this will just be your special place."

"Maybe I'll let you hang out here with me," he told her. "Just this one time."

"Really?!" Hanna squealed. "I'm allowed?"

"Just once," he teased as they took a seat on the couch.

"So," Hanna said leaning on Caleb's shoulder, "I've been thinking about what I'm going to do when the baby is born."

"What's the verdict?" he asked.

"I'm meeting with Maria on Monday," Hanna told him. "I'm not extending my contract so I'll be able to stay home with the baby."

"That's a lot of pressure," Caleb joked. "Now I've got to bring home the bacon."

"So you're in this for the long haul?" Hanna asked. "You're the working dad, I'm the stay at home mom, Toby's the creepy uncle and Spencer's the cool aunt? I don't want you running off every time things get tough."

"Hanna," he said calmly. "I know before I was just overwhelmed. It's hard to go from being a bachelor to domestic life so quickly. I want you to know that I will always be here for you and for this baby no matter what happens. I didn't have my dad in my life and I wouldn't wish that on anyone else."

"I know," Hanna breathed, "and I'm sure you'll be great."

"Thanks Hanna," he squeezed her tightly. "We're going to be the best parents ever. I know it!"

"Yeah, we are," Hanna smiled.

"So when's your last day?" Caleb asked.

"My contract is up at the end of the year but I have a week of vacation that I haven't used so I'll probably be done just in time for Christmas," she told him. "As long as I get through finding my replacement, I'll be unemployed in a month."

"Unemployed?" Caleb scoffed. "That's not exactly accurate."

"Whatever," Hanna sighed. "Maybe it'll be good to get away from the grind."

"Are you having second thoughts?" he asked.

"I think I'm just going to miss the jet-setting," Hanna told him, "but I guess I haven't really been doing much of that lately anyway."

"What about your place in London?" Caleb asked. "I know we decided to keep our apartments in the city but does it make sense to have a place across the pond?"

"Shit," Hanna sighed. "The company pays for it so I'll probably have to move my stuff out. I thought when I got this place I'd never have to move again."

"It'll be fine," Caleb told her. "You can conquer anything."

"I wish I had that confidence in myself," she laughed. "You've always known the right thing to say."

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Hanna finished packing up the last box and taped it shut. Then she collapsed onto an upholstered chair and propped her feet up on the coffee table as the doorbell rang.

"Come in Spence," she called out eager for the take away Spencer had gone to pick up.

"Hanna?" her heart stopped when she recognized the familiar British accent.

"Wren?" she breathed seeing his face slowly peek around the door.