The second part of Harry's birthday party is here!

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Chapter 18

The Ultimatum

Back in the kitchen Hanna was searching the drawers for a lighter when Spencer handed her a hairbrush,

"What's this for?" Hanna asked,

"Your hair," Spencer laughed,

"Looks a little ruffled," she added. Hanna blushed taking the hairbrush from her and began to pull it through her curls,

"I thought he was seeing his secretary?" Spencer asked after a moment,

"Ex secretary," Hanna corrected her,

"And no he's not," she told her. Spencer nodded,

"So now what?" She questioned when Hanna finally found the lighter,

"I don't know," she answered her as she began lighting the candles,

"So you're going to carry on the affair?" Spencer pushed,

"No… I don't know," Hanna replied, becoming flustered now,

"Or are you going to get back together?" She continued,

"I don't know," Hanna said again,

"Ouch," she cried when she caught herself with the lighter.

"Hanna, you can't go on like this," Spencer advised her as Hanna ran her burnt finger under the tap,

"Take it from someone who knows," she added. Hanna nodded, but before she could say another word Caleb came from downstairs,

"The cakes ready," Hanna told him, alerting Spencer of his entrance.

Caleb nodded,

"I'll just get the video camera," he said,

"No need," Mark replied coming in from the garden,

"I've already got mine here," he added camcorder in hand. Spencer and Hanna exchanged a look, Caleb always recorded the special parts of Harry's birthdays, whether that be the cake or opening presents, it was like an un-written tradition.

"You ready darling?" Mark asked, he stood beside Hanna placing an arm around her waist,

"The cake looks brilliant," he told her,

"Harry will love it," he added gently kissing the top of her head.

Caleb could feel the anger building in the pit of his stomach. First he had the audacity to step in to record Harry's birthday party, and then he stood their telling Hanna that his son would love his cake. Of course he would, Hanna had chosen it and she was his mother after all. But if that wasn't enough he was stood their with his arm around Hanna's waist, holding her close and kissing her beautiful blonde curls, which just earlier he had been running his hands through.

'If only he knew,' Caleb thought.

"…Happy Birthday dear Harry, Happy Birthday to you," the party guests chorused. Harry took a deep breath,
"Don't forget to make a wish," Hanna told him, before he let the breath go and blew out all his candles in one go, the guests cheered. Caleb smiled lovingly at his son trying to ignore Mark, who was stood a few feet to the side of him recording the whole thing.

"Can I open presents now?" Harry asked excitedly,

"You can do whatever you want to do birthday boy," Caleb told him ruffling his hair affectionately.

Harry couldn't have been happier with his presents if he'd tried and he was exceptionally polite to each guest after opening their present, but Caleb could see in his sons eyes a hint of disappointment after opening all of the presents. So before he ran off to play again Caleb pulled him to one side,

"You've still got one present left," he told him. Harry's eyes grew wide with excitement,

"Really?" He asked, Caleb nodded,

"Where is it?" He asked jumping up and down on the spot,

"Out in the car," he told him. Harry instantly grabbed a hold of his hand and began pulling it,

"Come on then, let's go," he ordered him, but before they could Mark called Harry from the bottom of the garden,

"Harry, what's that behind the shed?" He asked him, Harry whirled around to look.

Poking out from behind the shed was a bike with a bright red bow on it,

"Awesome!" Harry shouted running over to it.

Caleb was speechless.

Why hadn't Hanna told him that Mark had got Harry a bike?

But Hanna was as surprised as Caleb, she left her mother and Emily talking and crossed the garden to Mark,

"When did you get this?" She asked him,

"I collected it from the store just this morning," he told her,

"You mean your meeting this morning was…" she began but had no need to finish as Mark was nodding,

"I wanted to surprise you too," he told her.

"It is a surprise," Hanna told him,

"It's just that Caleb got Harry a bike," she told him.

"Oh," Mark looked both shocked and embarrassed,

"I guess I better apologise to him," he told her but Hanna placed a gentle hand on his arm,

"I'll talk to him," she told him before going to Caleb.

Caleb had gone into the kitchen, unable to watch his son's enjoyment with the gift that was meant to be from him. He wasn't alone for long before Hanna joined him, but he couldn't find the words to speak to her,

"I didn't know about the bike," she told him in a whisper though his back was to her,

"I figured," he replied sourly.

Silence followed.

"I'm sorry," she told him,

"Are you?" He asked,

"Of course I am," she told him honestly.

Caleb said nothing.

"Caleb, talk to me please," she begged him,

"What is there to talk about?" He asked her,

"Caleb don't sulk with me," she told him,

"Sulk?" Caleb asked her,

"I've had to watch while Mark plays happy families with you and Harry, but you're my family," he had begun to shout,

"Caleb what do you want me to do? Go out there and tell him to take the bike from Harry because you're his father and you say so," Hanna replied,

"It's not just about the bike," Caleb told her,

"It's the way he is with Harry."

Hanna looked confused,

"He's great with Harry," she said,

"Too great," Caleb muttered.

"I suppose you'd prefer it if he was the miserable step-father that Harry hated?" She asked,

"Maybe," Caleb replied. Hanna had had enough now,

"Better still what if he hit me to? Then you could come swooping in to save the day," she said sarcastically.

"Don't be ridiculous Hanna," Caleb shouted back turning to face her,

"I wouldn't want you to come to any harm for any reason," he told her.

"But it would make things easier wouldn't it?" She asked him,

"If I was miserable and you were my savoir," Hanna shouted as Spencer came through the kitchen door,
"Can I suggest you take this into the living room," she said,

"They can hear you out there," she added.

Hanna stormed past Caleb through to the living room and he followed.

"I don't wish you were miserable," he told her,

"And it's pretty obvious he doesn't make you miserable because you would have left him for me when this all started," he roared.

"No your right," Hanna screamed back,

"I was happy before all this, before you started filling my head with these ideas that everything would be fine if we were together again. But we were arguing and unhappy for a reason, it didn't just happen over night," she insisted.

Caleb was pacing up and down the living room his head in his hands,

"I'm not doing this with you now Hanna," he told her,

"You either want this or you don't."

Hanna didn't answer him,

"But I'm not going to wait around for you to make up your mind," he told her,

"You have to decide."

And here are my predictions for 2B before the winter premiere.

Caleb starts helping the girls even though Hanna is against it, he then goes missing and Hanna's really worried, which is why Emily shouts at her "I was almost killed."

When Toby falls off the scaffolding he gets hurt pretty bad, so Spencer rushes to the hospital and they make up.

The Ezria storyline seems pretty obvious seeing as all the promos and sneak peeks have pretty much shown you everything about their storyline.

Meanwhile Emily seems to be becoming really snarky and b**chy.