This is a continuation of Chapter Three. If you haven't already read it, I would advise you to go back and do so before reading this. It takes place about 6-7 hours before this.

They're all in the hospital waiting room: Hanna, Ashley, Ted, Spencer, Toby. All of them. Several nurses have come through, informing families of the status of their loved ones. However, they've received no new information on Caleb. What they do know is that he was in a car accident, and that there was alcohol involved.

Hanna feels sick to her stomach, and it's not because of the baby. She's blaming herself for this, and she feels like everyone else is as well. If she had given up; if she had just given up on her idea of surprising him with her decision, he wouldn't be hurt right now. He never would've gotten in that car to begin with. They would be sitting at her mom's house, watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas.

Ted hasn't stopped praying since they got there. If he wasn't so afraid to leave the group, he would probably be grovelling at the foot of the chapel altar right now. But he's sitting in one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs, head bowed, offering his trials up to God. Ashley tried to jump in a few times, but she couldn't focus. She was too busy watching Hanna.

Toby's trying his hardest not to fall asleep. He spent the night before protecting Rosewood from human corruption, and Spencer had woken him up fairly early this morning to watch a parade. She's sitting beside him now, and elbowing him every time he starts to drift off. Hanna's on the other side of her, resting on her shoulder, wetting her sweater with her tears. Spencer doesn't mind all that much. Hanna deserves a good cry.

"He'll be fine," Spencer finally says, causing the rest of the group to look at her, three-fourths incredulously and one quarter hopefully. The hope is from Ted, who's already gone back to praying.

Hanna looks at her, eyes bloodshot from crying. "He will," Spencer says again, trying to reassure the blonde. Cue more sobbing from Hanna. She wants to believe it, but she can't. Ashley pulls Hanna close, shooting Spencer an understanding glance. Spencer notices Toby's fallen asleep, and elbows him again.

Finally, a doctor comes out. The waiting room is virtually empty now, so everyone's hoping whatever news she has will be for them. And it is.

"Mr. Rivers is awake now," she begins, glancing down at the clipboard. Everyone starts to get up, but she quickly continues. "Hospital policy only permits two visitors at a time, for twenty minutes each time, so you'll have to take turns." Everyone's looking at Hanna, as if they're expecting her to go first. She shakes her head. She isn't quite ready to face him yet.

"Spencer, Toby, would you like to go?" The couple exchanges glances, but reluctantly agrees, getting up and following the doctor towards Caleb's room. Ashley turns to question Hanna, as does Ted. "You didn't want to go first?" Hanna shakes her head. "I don't think I'm ready."

The older Marin wraps her arm around her daughter and pulls her close again. "He's probably dying to see you." More head shaking. "Don't use that word. Please." Ashley apologizes and tries again. "Don't you think the first face he would've wanted to see was his girlfriend's?" She has a point, but Hanna's not buying it.

"I'm the reason he left, Mom." Ashley's not surprised to hear that. She saw Caleb storm out, and how upset he looked. She would've stopped him if he wasn't moving so quickly. "You never told me what happened." Hanna opens her mouth, ready to explain, when she sees Spencer and Toby coming back from the room.

As soon as they're close enough, Spencer says, "He's asking for you. Room 115." Hanna looks at her friend for a moment, and then at Toby, and then at her mother and Ted, and then back at Spencer. "I'll go." She gets up and starts toward the hospital room, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst.

She lingers in the doorway for a bit. Caleb's head is tilted back, and his eyes are closed. One of his arms is in a sling, and the opposite leg is in a cast. She considers turning back, but he calls to her. "Han?"

She takes a few more hesitant steps into the room, but still keeps her distance. "I'm sorry," are the first words to leave her mouth. That's enough to earn her a pained chuckle from Caleb. "Come here."

Hanna closes whatever distance is left between them, grasping that isn't attached to an injured arm. Now that she's closer, she can see the cuts that are on his face as well. "I'm so, so, sorry."

He's chucking again, and he still sounds like he's in pain. He is in pain, but it's not as bad now that he's looking at the love of his life. His emotional pain is soothed; now, it's completely physical. "What's so funny?" she asks, cheeks turning red.

"You keep apologizing. It isn't your fault, Han." She shakes her head. "It is. If we hadn't argued, you wouldn't have left." He can't deny that, but he refuses to place any of the blame on her. "I drove drunk. You didn't put those beers in my hand. I did." And Hanna can't disagree with that. Does that mean they're both in the right?

"But you wouldn't have been driving at all if I had heard you out, and— and done the think I was forcing myself not to do all month."

Caleb's brow would be furrowed right now if he didn't have stitches in the area that separated him.

She takes a deep breath, ready to explain herself. "You wanted to talk about the thing, and so did I."

"The baby?"

She nods. "I've been thinking a lot about it lately... And even though this isn't what I had in mind..." She trails off. She's smiling now, and so is he. "I think we should keep it."

"Really?"

"Really. I'm starting to like the idea of having a mini-us running around."

"So am I." He looks like he wants to say something else, but he just shakes his head. "What?" Hanna asks. He just shakes his head; just once, though, because his neck still hurts. "Nothing." Hanna doesn't really believe it, but she moves on with the conversation anyway. She'll figure out what it is later, if there is anything to figure out.

"How are you feeling?" And now Hanna's laughing. "You're in a hospital bed with cuts, bruises, and broken bones and you're asking me how I'm feeling?" He just looks at her. She takes the hint and answers his question. "Still nauseous. I think Baby Rivers wants to be sure I won't forget about him."

"Him? You think it's a boy?" Caleb likes the idea of having a miniature version of himself running around, but he's not opposed to having a girl. In fact, he might prefer that. She shakes her head. "No, that's just the first thing that came to mind. I'm not too sure about using Baby Rivers and 'it' in the same sentence."

"Maybe that's why you're so sick. Baby Rivers doesn't like being called an 'it'." He lets go of Hanna's hand so he can touch her tummy. She's a bit surprised at first, but she likes it. "When are they discharging you?" His face falls. "Not until tomorrow morning." Hanna's frowning as well now. "I want to spend at least some of my Christmas with you."

"Well, the car ride was a good two hours, and we had about ten minutes at your mom's house. And there's now. How long are they letting you stay?"

"Fifteen to twenty minutes."

"That's not enough."

"I know. But I'll be here bright and early tomorrow morning to pick you up."

"I'm looking forward to that. These blankets are itchy."

Cue the sympathetic laughter from Hanna. "My mom has better ones to lend us. You'll get first pick when you come home."

"I like that deal."

There's a knock on the door, and Hanna looks up to see the doctor from earlier. "Miss Marin, it's getting late, and Mr. Rivers needs his rest." Hanna pouts at that, but nods, and then leans down to place a kiss on Caleb's lips. "Goodnight, babe."

"Night." And she's out, heading back towards the waiting room where Ashley, Ted, Toby, and Spencer are.

The doctor waits for her to leave and pulls the door shut, and then reaches into her lab coat for something. A little black box, which held a shiny diamond ring. "We found these in your jeans pocket. You probably won't be able to wear those pants again, unless you know a really good seamstress but," she sets the box down on the table beside him. "I figured you might want this back."

Author's note: Two chapters in 24 hours! I'm on a roll, huh? As always, let me know what you think of this. I love reading reviews.