Thank you so much to those of you who sent back ideas :)

I have selected 3 favourites;

The first was from .Ashwee.11 used in chapter 11.

The second (and the idea I will touch upon in this chapter) is from jumpOVERtheMOON (if you get a chance go read her fanfic 'Alphabet Drabbles' do, it is AMAZING!)

Anyhoo enjoy :)

Chapter Twelve

We Need To Talk

Hanna was helping Harry to tidy his bedroom when her phone rang downstairs, Harry hated tidying his bedroom and always got distracted which was why Hanna would find time on a Sunday afternoon to help him.

"I'm going to answer that and while I'm gone see if you can finish tidying okay?" She asked, Harry pulled a face,

"And if you finish by the time I get back up here we can go for ice cream after dinner tonight as a treat," she promised him. Harry beamed happily and began picking up the rest of the toys scattered on the bedroom floor, Hanna smiled and headed downstairs.

Her phone was on the kitchen counter and she was somewhat surprised when she read the caller ID,
"Caleb? Is everything okay?" She asked,

"It's fine," he replied,

"Well actually it depends whether you'd consider what's going on between us…fine," he added. Hanna sighed, she'd been thinking the same herself,

"I know," she replied walking through to the living room and sitting on the sofa,
"I need to see you, talk to you face to face," Caleb told her,

"Can you meet me at The Grille?" He asked. Hanna shook her head and said,

"No, Harry's here and Mark's at work," she bit her bottom lip, she hated mentioning Mark to Caleb.

"I'll be over in 5 minutes. We need to talk" Caleb told her and he hung up,

"No Caleb you can't," Hanna tried to stop him, Mark would be home soon, she was sure of it. Hanna got up off of the sofa and paced up and down, she could feel the panic building up inside her. What if Caleb arrived just as Mark got home, how would she explain what Caleb was doing there? She could lie.

But she was already lying to Mark already, when he asked how her day was and she told him it was boring and that she'd spent the day doing paperwork. She couldn't exactly tell him she'd made love to her ex husband on his desk and then been caught by her ex mother-in-law. Or the other night when Mark had asked her what she and Claudia had been talking about at the front door, she'd lied then and said she'd been asking what she could do to help with Harry's party the following week. She was always lying and she felt as though she should be receiving a text from A any moment letting her know that they knew. But that chapter of her life was behind her, although that didn't stop her jumping and looking at her phone when the doorbell rung.

She knew before she opened the door that it was Caleb because Mark would have used his keys. Hanna opened the door without a word,
"Aren't you going to say 'You're here?'" Caleb asked with a gentle laugh, Hanna smiled and shook her head,

"No, because you can't tell me I'm beautiful when I'm wearing my Sunday sweats," she replied.
"You always look beautiful," Caleb told her leaning forward, Hanna stepped back,

"Come inside," she told him,
"You know how people in Rosewood talk," she said. Caleb nodded and crossed the fresh hold into Mark's house. The house that Hanna and his son now called home.

Hanna walked through to the living room and sat back down on her spot on the sofa, Caleb sat beside her.

Silence followed. Then they both began to speak at once,

"I need to…" Caleb began.

"We can't…" Hanna had started.

They gestured to one another for the other to speak, but they sat silent again,

"We can't go on like this," she told him,

"Claudia's right, if Harry were to find out it will only confuse him," she said looking down at her hands in her lap,

"Does anyone else know?" Caleb asked,

"Do any of the girls know?" He added, Hanna shook her head,

"Spencer knows about the kiss and I haven't spoken to her since, but she's not stupid. She probably knows I'm avoiding her," she admitted.

"Do you regret anything?" Caleb asked,

"I mean about the last week?" He added, Hanna bit her bottom lip gently,

"No…but at the same time…" she couldn't say it, she knew it would hurt him, just like Claudia said.

"What?" Caleb asked her worriedly,

"It feels….wrong."

Caleb sighed,

"I need to know what this is Hanna," he told her. She didn't like this way he said 'this.'

When she was with him Hanna was happier than she'd been in a long time, his touch against her bare skin made her body warm with need and when he kissed her Hanna never wanted the moment to end.

"I have a date tomorrow night," Caleb spoke up suddenly,

"A…date?" She repeated,

"You know, two people going out somewhere together, usually somewhere….romantic," Caleb said in his joking manner that she knew so well. But Hanna didn't find it funny.

The very thought of Caleb on a date with another woman pulled on her heart strings.

"Dad!" Harry shouted, appearing in the living room doorway. He ran over to the two of them on the sofa and jumped on top of Caleb,

"Hey little man," Caleb replied with a bright smile on his face, he wrapped his arms around Harry,

"I've missed you," he told him,

"I've missed you more," Harry replied.

She and Caleb didn't get a chance to speak again after that, at least not about what was happening between the two of them,

"So I'll see you next week," Caleb was saying to Harry, although he looked up at Hanna as he did so,
"For my birthday," Harry confirmed, Caleb laughed and nodded,

"Your birthday?" Caleb asked shocked, acting as though he had no idea.

His joke went on for a minute or so, but Hanna couldn't listen.

He had a date.

Caleb was going on a date with another woman. They'd probably go for a meal at a nice restaurant, maybe a movie and at the end of the night Caleb, being the gentleman that he was, would drive her home. He'd walk her to her door and then…. But Hanna couldn't even bare to think about it.

"I'll see you then," Caleb said, this time to Hanna,

"See you," she replied sadly as he walked down the path to his car.

She watched as Harry waved goodbye and realised just how much she'd never stopped loving him.

'Now I just have to tell him,' she thought as Mark's car pulled into the driveway where Caleb's had just been.

I don't know why but I struggled to write this chapter. Maybe it was coming up with why what Hanna and Caleb are doing is wrong because obviously as the writer I think it's totally right! I wish I could make you all feel sorry for Mark but seeing as this is a Haleb story I don't see that happening although I'm going to try to make you feel for him over the next few chapters.

I'm hoping to update within the next few days as I've booked a few days off and I'm in work tomorrow (Wednesday) which is always a slow day and so will hopefully get time to write chapter 13. But that's all hopes and if's and but's and all that jazz.

Anyway please read and review.