NYLON ~ CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN ~ BETTER

"I don't want you to go," Caleb whispered in Hanna's ear as she finished packing her bag.

"I know," Hanna smiled, "but I'll be back in a couple days. You'll barely even miss me."

"I miss you already," he told her. "I wish I could go with you in case anything…"

"I'll be fine," Hanna replied. "Spencer's coming with me and you know she can handle any situation."

"I know," he laughed, "I just want to make sure you're always safe. You're precious cargo."

"And I appreciate that," Hanna said turning around to face him, "but you better get going or you'll be late."

"I just don't want to leave you," he breathed kissing her neck.

"Tough shit," Hanna smiled. She pressed her lips to his and offered him a goodbye kiss he was sure to remember until they were interrupted by her phone ringing. Hanna pulled away. "Sorry, that's probably Spencer. I should go."

"Let me get your bag," Caleb said following her downstairs and out to the curb where Spencer was leaning against a black Lincoln.

"Good morning," she smiled at the lovebirds. Hanna waved before turning back to Caleb for one last earth-shattering kiss.

"I love you," he whispered grazing his nose against hers.

"I know," she replied. "I love you too."

On that note she hopped into the car next to Spencer and they were on their way to the airport to catch a flight to London. They arrived just on time to make it through security and soon enough were seated in the first class cabin since Hanna had no intention of flying coach to Europe at this stage in her pregnancy.

"Thanks for coming," she told Spencer once the plane was traveling 10,000 feet in the air.

"Of course," Spencer replied. "I had to be in London anyway plus I get first dibs on all of the furniture in your flat."

"Trust me," Hanna laughed, "with everything you did for my penthouse, you can have anything in my flat."

"I'm glad you like it," Spencer told her. "I just want you to be happy."

"Oh," Hanna groaned rubbing just below her belly button.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asked concerned.

"Yeah," Hanna sighed. "I think he's just excited to be flying. He's doing somersaults."

"Is it weird?" Spencer asked her. "You know, having a baby with Caleb when you just recently got back together?"

"At first it was tough," Hanna replied. "I wasn't sure what we were but now it just feels natural. We have so much history together. It's not like I'm less prepared to be a mother than anyone else. At least we're together now and we have a stable relationship."

"Hopefully Toby and I can have that soon," Spencer sighed looking enviously at Hanna's round stomach.

"It will happen," Hanna told her. "You don't need to rush it."

"I guess so," Spencer whispered. "We just have to let nature take it's course."

Spencer went silent for the rest of the trip as Hanna dozed off.


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.

"I know it's rude to show up unannounced," he explained coming inside but stopped short when he saw her round stomach.

"What are you—" Hanna couldn't even get the words out.

"You're pregnant," he said in shock. "You said there was no baby."

"I know," she sighed getting up slowly. "It's complicated Wren. I didn't want to hurt you."

"You kept my child from me," his lip quivered. "What could be more hurtful?"

"He's not yours," Hanna admitted.

"Hanna?" Spencer stepped into the room. "Your door was wide open."

"Spencer?" Wren turned around to see her.

"Can someone please tell me what's going on?" Spencer asked.

"It's confusing," Hanna explained. "Long story short, Wren was just leaving."

"No," he stood his ground. "I deserve some answers."

"Wait," Spencer paused pointing at Wren, "are you the London lover?"

"Spencer!" Hanna scoffed.

"Holy shit Hanna!" Spencer was livid. "You never told us that you were coming out here to fuck Wren. Does Caleb know?"

"Caleb?" Wren asked. "He's the father?"

"Can we pause this please?" Hanna sighed. "I can't handle all of these questions at once."

She felt a sharp jolt of pain on her stomach and collapsed into the chair rubbing her belly.

"Hanna," Spencer gasped. "Are you okay?"

"We need to get her to a hospital," Wren said running to her side.


Hanna sat in a hospital room flipping through her phone and trying to decide whether or not to call Caleb. She decided to wait until she heard back from the doctor before giving him a call. It was only a few minutes before Wren came back inside.

"So," he explained to her, "it seems the stress caused you to go into labor."

"Ow," Hanna grabbed her belly as a contraction spread through her body. She reached for Wren's hand and squeezed hard.

"Better?" he asked once his hand had been returned to him.

"Yeah," she breathed heavily.

"Well," he continued, "we are going to administer some medication to stop the labor and you should be good to travel tomorrow."

"Thank you," Hanna smiled. She grabbed his hand once again. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I just didn't want to hurt you."

"I think I understand now," he kissed her forehead gently. "I hope you and Caleb are happy together."

This is the big return of Wren! I promise he won't mess with Haleb too much but I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for all of the reviews yesterday. I'm kind of on a roll right now so I'm doing the same thing again. Ten reviews by the end of the day and I'll post the next chapter :)