Authors Note (A/N):

I know this is a short chapter, I'm studying for my board exams and didn't have much time to fill this out more thoroughly, hopefully I'll get some time to write during my next study break

Chapter 4: Love Blossoms

Hanna's POV

Spencer: "You're WHAT?"

I flinched at the brunette's tone, clearly scared of her reacting this way. Spencer was the most level headed of all of us and to see her react like this only heightened my anxiety. Bursting into tears, I pushed her away from me and rushed into the nearest stall, locking the door behind me.

I knew Spencer had not left the restroom, I could hear her pace outside my stall her brain working overtime trying to process the situation. Seconds ticked by but it felt like hours before I had heard Spencer's voice.

Spencer: "Okay...Han, you need to tell me when you found out about this..."

I sniffed loudly and wiped away my tears before I choked out my response

Hanna: "Today...just now...my doctor just called me..."

Spencer: "Alright...alright...Hey Han, quick question...do you want to keep it?"

I contemplated this for a second and burst into a fresh batch of tears when I realised I was unsure. Hearing my hysterical sobbing, Spencer quickly placed her hand against the door of the stall, as if trying to soothe me through the wooden barrier.

Spencer: "Okay...Okay...We can handle this...we got this Han...first things first...we get you an appointment with an OB/GYN and get a second opinion...then we go to the pharmacy and get you some vitamins... then we need to tell our parents...oh God! They're going to freak out!...oh and if you want to keep it we need to start preparing...a Lamaze class, a nursery, buying all the stuff a baby would need...at one point we're going to have to take you shopping for maternity wear...I know it's not fashionable but it's shopping so you'd like that right? Oh and baby Names...we need to decide baby names...

I heard Spencer ramble on and on as she passed the length of the restroom and I couldn't help but smile as she planned ways to make this pregnancy easier, I was soo ecstatic at Spencer's concern that my mind had been delayed in registering one important word that Spencer had been saying all through her rant. Once my mind finally registered the full implications of the brunette's words I shoved the stall open and confronted the brunette

Hanna: "Hold up...WE? Did you just say WE?"

The brunette had stopped mid paced and smile sheepishly at me, her brown eyes suddenly finding the tip of her shoe very interesting.

Spencer: "Umm...yeah...I'm not letting you do this alone...and I said that I would be by your side...I'll be with you through everything...but only if it's okay with you...I'll be as involved as you want me to be..."

Happiness surged through me and I couldn't control my gratitude as I rushed across the restroom and leapt into the brunette's muscular arms. Spencer stumbled slightly with the force of my embrace but quickly steadied herself as I peppered her face with chaste kisses.

Just as I was about to kiss her soft lips, the brunette cleared her throat breaking me out of my jubilant haze.

Spencer: "Ehm...yeah...so...well...it looks like we're having a baby..."

Hanna: "Spence...you don't have to-"

Spencer: "I want to Han...so, do you want to go out there and tell the girls? They're going to be aunts and trust me they'd be thrilled..."

My blood ran cold and my back stiffened at the mention of the others. Clearly my hesitation was written across my face because Spencer quickly added

Spencer: "...but if you're not ready, then they don't have to know just yet...we'll tell them when you're ready...'

I pulled myself further into her arms as I nodded silently. Spencer cleared her throat again and continued

Spencer: "...um...can we at least tell our parents?"

Once again I nodded silently, giving her my approval. She chuckled and my heart warmed as I felt her laughter rumble through her.

Spencer: "Great Han,...well...there's one more thing..."

I looked up at her curiously, and the fear I had initially felt evaporated when I caught sight of the dopey grin on her face

Spencer: " Mona would kick our asses if we don't tell her...she'd want to know..."

I laughed at the mention of my spitfire best friend and scoffed

Hanna: "Ha! Mona would want to be godmother!"

The restroom was filled with our joint laughter as we pictured Mona Vanderwall fawning over our future son or daughter.