The male leaned over her body to catch a glimpse of her face, a grin spreading across his face when he did: the way the sun reflected against her golden hair, the way that golden hair framed her face perfectly, and peaceful expression on her face were all so beautiful to him. She was still asleep, of course. She was only an early-riser when she needed to be. However, Blake was with her parents for the weekend, and there was no other reason for her to be awake at this hour, so she wasn't.
The male pressed a kiss to her cheek, and then got up to go brush his teeth. However, his walk to the bathroom was interrupted by a very groggy-sounding voice. "I want another one." He turned around, eyebrow cocked. "What?"
She sat up and stretched, before throwing the covers off of herself and walking over to meet him. "I want another one," she replied, wrapping her arms around his waist. "You can't just give me a kiss and walk away," she told him, matter-of-factly.
His eyebrows returned to their usual positioning, and he leaned down to press a second kiss to her forehead, and then a third to her lips. "How 'bout that?" he asked, pulling away briefly, and then peppering her neck with kisses. "No, I still need more," she told him, stifling a moan.
He chuckled, continuing his trail of kisses down her neck and along her shoulder. "Now?" She hesitated, but she was sure they both knew what she was going to say. "More." He pulled away to see his fiancee, with an incredibly coy smile on her face, waiting to see what his next move would be. "I see," he said simply. "Well, let's see how you like this." Without another word, he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulders, throwing her down on the bed when he was close enough, and climbing on top of her.
Her fingers interlocked with his hair and her legs wrapped around his lower torso, and he closed the gap between them once again. "Caleb," she began, breaking the kiss for a moment. "More, got it," Caleb interrupted, starting to fidget with her underwear. "No. I mean yes," she stammered, releasing his hair and allowing her legs to fall back onto the bed. "What?" For someone who was usually easy to read, she was being rather cryptic. "Nothing," she replied, getting up and heading to the bathroom.
"Han, if this is about the tests," he began, getting up and following her. Hanna stopped cold in her tracks. "Tests?" she asked, turning around to face him. "The ones downstairs. The positive ones." Her face seemed to lighten up a bit when she realized what he was talking about. "Oh, those tests. Don't worry about them," she replied, continuing towards the bathroom.
He continued to follow her. "Don't worry about them? Hanna, if we're having another kid, don't you think I should know?" He thought he was asking a serious question, but all he received in response was her laughter.
"Caleb," she replied, turning around again. She wanted to tell him that the tests weren't hers, but she didn't want to tell Spencer's news for her. That was the kind of thing that ruined friendships, and her friendship with Spencer was one that she didn't want ruined. "That's not the more I was talking about," she said simply, turning away from him.
He walked around to her other side, so that they were facing each other again. "Then what was the more you were talking about?" She was silent for a moment. "This," she replied, pulling her underwear down to her ankles and kicking it aside, and then pulling her t-shirt over her head and tossing that aside as well. "In there," she told him, gesturing towards the bathroom. "With you and the jets on blast."
Caleb liked that idea. "Say no more," he replied, beginning to strip down as well, allowing her to step past him to enter the bathroom. He hadn't forgotten about the tests, but somehow, this seemed much more important.
By the time he got to the bathroom, Hanna was already in the water, her good parts concealed by the bubbles she added. That didn't do much to kill his mood though. He entered the water, and without further hesitation, pulled her on top of him so that she could ease onto him. She leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips, her hands gently cupping his cheeks as her hips made fluid motions in the water, and eventually moving down to his shoulders so that she could keep her balance. His hands were wrapped around her waist.
They finished and she dismounted, burying herself in the bubbles once again. He rested his head against the tiled walls, closing his eyes for a moment so savor this bliss. Hanna did so as well, letting out a satisfied sigh as she rested against her end of the bathtub. It was quiet for a moment, which was pretty rare in the Marin-Rivers household, now that they had an infant to tend to.
"You know what would be great right now?" she asked, sitting up a bit. "Round two?" She shook her head, gripping the side of the tub so that she could climb out. "Pizza." He tilted his head confusedly, eyes following her as she climbed out of the tub and grabbed a towel. He couldn't spot a bump just yet, but then again, if she had just recently taken a test, she couldn't have been that far along. "What?" she asked, wrapping the towel around herself and grabbing another one to dry her hair with. "Nothing," he replied, removing the plug from the drain, and then climbing out of the tub to go dry off. "I'm just admiring my fiancee."
"When are you gonna make me your wife?" she asked, tucking the top edge of her towel into the part that was wrapped around herself, so that she could move more freely. "Whenever you're ready to be my wife," he replied, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning down to kiss her. "Valentines Day is coming up," she mentioned, pulling away briefly, before sealing the gap again with a kiss. "February fourteenth would make a great anniversary."
"That's less than two weeks away, Han. We can't plan a wedding that quickly." She pulled away again, pouting this time. "You think so?" she asked. Caleb shrugged, walking over to the sink and turning the faucet on so that he could brush his teeth. "I'm not saying it can't be done, but it's a lot, Han. Why don't we give it an extra month?" Hanna sighed, grabbing her toothbrush and wetting it under the running faucet. "March fourteenth... I guess that's not the worst day," she replied.
The bathroom was quiet for a moment, with the exception of the sound of running water and toothbrushes cleaning teeth. "Can we handle it?" he asked, spitting into the sink and rinsing his toothbrush. "I think so," she replied, spitting her own mouthful of toothpaste lather into the sink, and then reaching for the mouthwash to pour herself a cup. "And it would make it a lot easier for your mom to be here." Caleb liked that thought. Now that he was sure his mother actually wanted to be in his life, he wanted her to be able to attend everything.
"So March fourteenth... Alright." He leaned down to kiss her again, but the sound of a ringing phone interrupted them both. "Mine," she whispered, quickly pecking his cheek before running into the bedroom to answer her phone.
He followed behind her, but headed towards the dresser instead, looking for clothes to replace his towel with. He wasn't completely listening to her conversation, but he did manage to catch a few phrases, namely, "No, I haven't told him yet," and, "Yeah, I know. He asked me about them this morning." He turned around to face her, but she was too wrapped up in the conversation to notice. "Yeah, I know Blake would love to have a friend around." That's what Caleb was waiting to hear. This entire phone call, or at least Hanna's end of it, was giving credibility to his theory. She was finally admitting it.
"I love this baby already." She glanced over at Caleb, who was staring back at her, looking as if he wanted an explanation for her responses. She turned back towards the wall again, as if that would privatize her call at all, and told the person on the other end that she would call them back. "How much of that did you hear?" she asked, adjusting her towel so that it fit her better. "Most of it," he replied, pulling a black t-shirt over his head. "Do you want to talk about this now?"
She shook her head. She couldn't tell without Spencer's permission, no matter how much she wanted to get this off her chest and discuss it with someone. "No," she replied simply, moving towards her set of drawers to grab some underwear. "Han, don't do this."
"Do what?" she asked, barely turning to look at him, more concerned with covering her body than talking to him about her phone call. "Shut down on me. You did this with Blake, and you saw how badly that turned out." His first thought (and the thought that he was sticking to) was that Hanna was lying to the person over the phone, and that she really wasn't excited. It made sense. She wasn't excited for their first child until several months into the pregnancy. Hanna shuddered, thinking back to their trip to Rosewood for Christmas, and the night Caleb spent in the hospital, and how guilty she felt for holding out on him.
But this wasn't that. She wasn't pregnant, and she wasn't holding out on him. She was just trying to be a good friend.
"This isn't that," she replied, finally finding a good pair of panties and sliding them on. "This is completely different than that."
The male pulled a pair of sweatpants on, and then turned back to the drawers to find a pair of socks. "Right," he replied simply. "It's true!" It was true, but she was going to have a hard time convincing him of that if she couldn't tell him what was true.
He looked at her for a moment, and then shook his head. "So what is it then?" She opened her mouth to respond, but closed it again when a good answer failed to come out. "I can't tell you," she replied, dropping her towel on the floor as she started to search for additional clothing. "Hanna, am I going to be a father again or not?"
There was silence for a moment, until finally, Hanna shook her head. "No, no you're not," she replied, wrapping her arms around herself, cold from exposure to the cool air in the bedroom. "So we're not keeping it?" She shook her head. "There's no it to keep. Those tests weren't mine."
An even more confused look spread across his face. What did she mean? "Then whose were they?" She shook her head, not wanting to disclose any more. "A friend who told me not to tell you yet, alright? Please don't question this."
He sighed defeatedly. Even though he wasn't convinced, he knew how stubborn his fiancee could be. She would tell him in her own time, whenever that was. "Fine," he replied, slipping his socks onto his feet, and walking over to her. "Cheese or pepperoni?" he asked, casually looking her up and down. Her body was obviously different than it was a year ago, but he couldn't stop admiring it. She was so beautiful.
"Pepperoni," she replied, stepping into a pair of shorts, and then turning towards the mirror to fix herself up. "I think I'll leave the shirt off. We're not expecting anyone anyway," she replied, turning from side to side, examining herself from all angles.
Caleb nodded, not removing his eyes from her frame for one moment. "I guess we're not."
Author's note: I have a really bad habit of disappearing and then coming back months later with a slightly disconnected chapter, and I'm trying to work on that, but if you still read this thank you so much for sticking with me! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It doesn't have much content, but I figured Haleb could use some time to be themselves without Blake for a bit. I'll be exploring Hanna's desire for a job, the Rivers family reunion, Spencer's pregnancy arc, and Haleb's misunderstanding in the next few chapters, and I'm hoping if I start writing now, I'll be on track for Valentine's Day and their wedding. Fingers crossed. As always, let me know what you think!