Hanna's got her phone cradled between her shoulder and her ear, a bowl in one hand, and a spoon in another as she walks around the kitchen. She's been craving brownies all day, and since the closest bakery is five blocks away, she's decided to take matters into her own hands and bake some herself. Caleb's sitting at the table, typing something on his laptop. He's been out of the sling for two days now, but Hanna insists he take it easy, which is why he isn't helping her right now.

The blonde is humming in response to whoever's on the other end of the conversation is saying. Caleb can tell she's not really listening; that's the same response he gets whenever he starts using technical jargon around her.

But then she pauses. No more "mmhmms", or nodding, or mixing. She's actually listening now, which makes him wonder what's being said.

"That's great! Congratulations." No, it's not great. He can practically see the wheels in her head turning, searching for a way to end the conversation. Like clockwork, she lets go of the wooden spoon she was using to stir, and allows it to hit the tile floor. "Look, I'm gonna have to call you back. Caleb needs help with something. Yeah, bye."

She sets down the mixing bowl and leans down to pick up the spoon, shaking her head at Caleb as she comes back up with it. "Apparently, Aria and Ezra are back together," she tells him, setting the spoon down in the sink and opening one of the drawers to find another one. "Not only that, but they're engaged."

That's enough to raise his eyebrows. If he's remembering correctly, Aria and Ezra weren't even a solid couple a month ago. "That was fast."

"Very fast." She grabs the bowl of batter again and continues mixing. "I didn't even know he was back in the picture." That's the problem. She didn't know. She knows all about Aria's editing job and the average amount of books she proofreads per week, but when it comes to important things like this (things she used to be so in tune with), she's out of the loop.

Caleb can tell from her tone of voice that she's not too happy about the news. He's about to confront her about it, but she speaks up before he can. "They're having a little dinner party at his place to celebrate. What are we doing next Saturday?" She sets the bowl down again and starts shuffling through the cabinets for something; the pan she greased and set on the table earlier.

"Han," he calls, gesturing towards the pan once she turns around. "I'm pretty sure we're free. You don't have a doctor's appointment that day, do you?" She shakes her head, taking the pan and bringing it back over to the cooking area to pour the chocolate batter into it. "I guess we're going back to Rosewood then."

They're Rosewood bound for the second time in two months. Hanna's in the driver's seat, since Caleb's leg hasn't fully healed yet and his cast is too bulky to drive with. He's tired, but he doesn't want to sleep until they reach the city, just in case she ends up needing him for something. It's only gonna be another ten minutes though. They're making good time.

"We're going to your mom's first, right?" he questions, turning his head to look at her. Her eyes are still focused on the road ahead of them, but she nods. "She's getting my old room ready as we speak."

"Are we telling her this time?" She knows they should, and she wants to, but she's not sure how. Telling her friends was easy; Spencer practically found out on her own (as far as Hanna knew), and the others found out when the clock struck midnight on January 1st. It was simple. This time, she doesn't have morning sickness or the New Year's countdown on her side. She has to think of a better way, or at least something Ashley-worthy. "We should." He nods in agreement. "But we have the whole weekend. We shouldn't rush it."

He sighs. "Why do you keep putting this off?" He's not against waiting a few more days, but he wishes they could just get this over with. "Why do you keep pushing this?" she snaps. There's silence, and then a sigh. Then, she continues. "I just don't know how to. That's all." Caleb's slightly put off by the sudden tone, but he doesn't fight her for it. "Alright."

"Do you have any ideas?" He shakes his head. He only has as much experience as Hanna does with this, and the first people he told only found out because he was drunk off his rocker. "Nothing."

"We'll think of something." She turns onto her old street and Caleb starts cleaning up the front of the car. Ashley is waiting on the porch for them, just like last time. From what they can make out, she has a rather anticipatory expression on her face, but they assume she's just happy to see them.

Hanna parks the car in the driveway and walks around to the other side to help Caleb out. By then, her mother is halfway down the walkway, gesturing to Hanna to pop the trunk so that she could grab their bags for them. "Thank you," the male says, first to Hanna, then to Ashley. Ashley nods at him and heads into the house with the bags. Caleb and Hanna exchange glances, but follow her anyway.

"Ted's out grocery shopping, but I can order a pizza or something if you guys are hungry," the older woman tells the couple as she heads upstairs with their stuff. Still following her, Caleb looks to Hanna for an answer, and she nods. "That sounds good to us."

"Believe it or not, I still have your favourite pizzeria on speed dial," Ashley says, pulling out her phone, tapping the third number from the left, and stepping out of the room, leaving Hanna and Caleb alone to get settled. The blonde shakes her head at her boyfriend, saying, "Something's up." He gives her a questioning look, and she continues. "I haven't seen her like this in a while. Not since she started seeing Pastor Ted."

"Maybe they're engaged too." Hanna scoffs at that. "I doubt it. After my dad, I don't think she ever wants to get married again." Caleb smirks, sitting down on the bed and pushing his crutches off to the side. "Never say never." She's still incredibly doubtful, but he has a point. She didn't think Aria and Ezra would get back together, but they've got an engagement party planned for the next day. "She's not wearing a ring though."

Caleb opens his mouth to argue, but the sound of Ashley's footsteps cut him off. "Pizza will be here in thirty minutes. I have some calls to make, but feel free to holler if you need something." There's a moment of awkward eye contact between her and Hanna before she actually leaves the room, but as soon as she does, Hanna looks at Caleb with wide blue eyes. "She knows," she mouths, moving closer to the male. He shakes her head. "What makes you think that?"

The blonde waits until she can hear the sound of her mother's footsteps on the stairs to respond. "The look she gave me... Her eyes... When I was younger, any time she found out about something before I got around to telling her, she would give me that look. She gave me that look when she found your stuff in the basement. And since she basically knows everything else that's going on in my life—"

"The only thing left is the baby." He doesn't want to believe her, but she knows her mother better than he does. "The only difference between then and now is that she doesn't look mad, which is a good thing, but it also means we don't have as much time to put this off as I had hoped." Caleb's unaffected by this. He's been waiting for her to tell Ashley for months now, and he's glad it's finally going to happen. "Have you thought of a way to tell her yet?" She hasn't. Then again, it's only been about twenty-five minutes since they last discussed this. "I've still got nothing."

Caleb racks his head for something as well, but comes up short. "Maybe we should just come right out and say it. If you're right and she already knows, then it doesn't make sense to fluff it up." Hanna sighs. "You're right."

She opens her mouth to call her mother, but she closes it again when she hears the doorbell first. "We'll tell her after pizza."

Their entire dining experience is awkward. Every time Hanna opens her mouth to speak, Ashley seems to perk up, and then back down a bit when she realizes it isn't about what she's waiting to hear about. Finally, the older woman decides she can't wait anymore and speaks up. Coincidentally, that's when Hanna decides she wants to break the news. Their words come out in a contorted jumble of, "So, I got a call the other day," and "Mom, there's something I need to tell you," and again with the, "You firsts."

They look at each other, and then at Caleb, as if he's supposed to choose who speaks first, and he just shrugs his shoulders. There's a brief silence, and then Hanna continues. "I guess I should just come out and say this. Um— You're gonna be a grandma." There's not even a hint of surprise on Ashley's face, but she congratulates them anyway. "I'll admit, this isn't really much of a surprise. Ella called me the other day to congratulate me." The knowing look on the redhead's face is gone, but her daughter's taken on a pissed off expression. Caleb starts to rub her back in an attempt to calm her down.

"How did she know?" Hanna knows that's a stupid question. Of course Aria would have told her. Out of all the times she could choose to tell the truth, and all the things she could say, she would choose this week to tell people Hanna's business. "Han, breathe." Caleb knows Hanna's upset, but he doesn't want her to stress herself out too much. It's not good for her or the baby.

Ashley shrugs and shakes her head. "No idea. I figured you announced it on one of those social media sites and forgot to tell me, but evidently, that's not the case." The blonde is fuming. Both her mother and her boyfriend can tell. "I might've been able to figure it out myself, you know. Last time you were here, you said you didn't want a snack because you had saltines, and you got sick every single day that week but never showed any other signs of fever or, you know, actually illness."

It's not working. Hanna's not even listening. She's so angry. How is it that her friend has enough time to tell her mother about a pregnancy that isn't even hers, but not enough to tell one of her best friends that she's off the market again? It doesn't make any sense. She swallows thickly and gets up from the table. "I think... I think it's time for a nap. I'll be upstairs if you need me."

She starts to walk away, but turns back. "Caleb, tell Ezra to tell Aria that we're not coming to the party." He shakes his head. "Han, this is ridiculous. I'm sure she didn't mean to—" Before he has a chance to finish his sentence, she's out of the room. Ashley empties her glass of water and refills it with some red wine. She holds the bottle out to Caleb, but rethinks her actions and sets it down on the counter behind her. "I should follow her," Caleb begins, flinching as he hears the door slap upstairs. The woman shakes her head. "Let her calm down first. There's something we need to talk about in the meantime."

The male nods, though he's very confused. What could they possibly have to talk about? "I'm all ears."

Ashley's words are on repeat in Caleb's mind as he hobbles into their temporary bedroom and lies down on the bed, slowly scooting himself closer to her as she sleeps. Feeling the sudden increase in weight on the mattress, she rolls over to look at him. She doesn't look as upset as she did earlier, Caleb notices, but the feeling is still there. "I don't like missing out either."

She's silent for a moment, unsure what to make of this, since it seems to have come out of the blue. "What do you mean?"

"When you found out Aria was engaged, you were upset because you didn't know they were back together." She nods, and her eyes tell him to continue. "And you wish you could've told your mom the news before she found out from someone else, right?" More nods. He's spot on in his analysis. "And you could've done that if you were able to see her in person more often."

He's absolutely right, but she doesn't like thinking about those things. "Where are you going with this?" she questions, sitting up. "Well, I've been thinking..." More like 'I thought about it once or twice, but your mom made me think about it some more.' "How would you feel about moving back to Rosewood?" His question catches Hanna by surprise. "I don't know. Do you actually want to move back here?"

He shrugs. He's not opposed to the idea. Rosewood's no Manhattan, but it's home. It's where their friends are, it's where Hanna's family is, and it's what they know. Not to mention all the free babysitting they could get out of people when the time comes. More silence between them, until she breaks it. "What about your job?"

His brief conversation was riddled with a number of great points on her part, the main one being the lack of difficulty that came with travel between New York City and the small town. "I can commute. It's only a two-hour drive from here to there. Maybe less if I take the turnpike." It's a lot of extra stress on him, but he's convinced it could be worth it. "You're not gonna drive four hours every day, Caleb," is all she has to say to that. After the accident, she's still not sure about him driving at all. "No, but I can get a studio closer to work, and stay there whenever I have to."

There's the problem. If he's going to move the family back to Rosewood and keep his job, he's going to have to make some sacrifices; at least, until he's able to find something closer. "So, we won't even be in the same state most of the time." Hanna doesn't like this. No, she doesn't like this at all. He dodges the statement, adding, "We can have a bigger place if we live here. One with a yard, and neighbours we know. Toby can even build us a white picket fence if you want one."

She's still not sold on the idea. Everything he just listed sounds nice, but she doesn't want to be separated from him for so long so often. He can tell, which is why he grabs his phone and starts searching through his bookmarks for something. Hanna watches the screen as well, until a housing advertisement appears on the screen. "It's all ours if we want it," he tells her, handing her the phone so that she can flip through the pictures on the listing.

She likes what she sees. The house is more spacious than their apartment, and it's not too far from her mother's home. It looks like something off of a real estate magazine cover. "Caleb, it's beautiful," she exclaims. Caleb smiles. He's glad she likes it. "It's basically ours if we want it... Just say the word, and I'll call the real estate agent. We can move in as soon as my leg heals."

He has a lot planned for when his leg heals. The most important thing has to do with the little black box that's sitting at the bottom of his sock drawer back home. He's glad his leg has put him out of the bended knee business for a while, because now he has time to think of a better (and more romantic) way to propose.

She starts to nod, but stops and starts shaking her head. "But you'll be two hours away most of the time. I might be able to handle that right now, but what about when the baby comes? Don't you want to be around for that?"

That stumps him. He's been so caught up trying to simplify things, that he hasn't even thought about the most complicated part. But come hell or high water, he's going to find a way to do both. "I can. I'll just figure it out." Hanna's not convinced. She's worried he's spreading himself too thin. Correction: she knows he's spreading himself too thin, and that's not something she wants for him. She's perfectly fine living in New York. Sure, it's far from her support network, but that's what trains, cars, and planes are for.

But a move back to Rosewood doesn't sound completely awful. "Can we talk about this later? I mean, once you do?" No sense in making major life decisions if all of the details aren't clear and set in stone. He agrees with a nod of the head. "Of course, baby."

Author's note: I've had a really weird week so please excuse the really weird chapter, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! I've got some really nice things in store for these two. Love you all!