#I’m glad I got to see you in a stupid corporate fast food shirt that you wore so well despite it hanging off your small frame

[madridpnw]

@nighttime-nightingale

You ever just realized how lucky you are that you did that weird thing that led to you being friends with the people you are friends with?

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Lunch Buddy: Chapter Ten

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Overall Story Facts:

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Story Summary: Steve Rogers makes a friend. A prickly, generally people-averse friend, but they’ll both take what they can get.

Quick Facts: Friendship (/Eventual Romance) – Steve Rogers & Reader (leading to Steve Rogers/Reader) – Female Reader

Story Warnings: Reader-insert that verges on OFC, written in 1st person past tense

Chapter 10: Familiar Things

Chapter Summary: Maybe the real coffee shops were the ones we found along the way. Or…not.

Chapter Word Count: 3469

    My new job was fine. The people were nice without being distracting, my boss gave guidance without being overbearing, and I did what I was supposed to do and got paid for it. So work was work in a satisfactory way.

Finding a new place to spend a lunch break was slightly more frustrating.

Steve: Don’t laugh at the name Steve: But the menu for this place looks good.

With only slight hesitation, I clicked on the link. And stared at the logo. And…stared some more.

Steve: You’re laughing, aren’t you Me: No Me: I’m

I couldn’t figure out how to finish that.

Me: Are you sure that’s a coffee shop and not a daycare? Steve: It says ‘coffee’ and has a menu!

I read it over, and yeah, it did, and yeah, the menu looked okay. But still.

Steve: Are you worried about your reputation?

I rolled my eyes.

Me: I’m some schlub that nobody cares about Me: The real question: would YOU be okay with someone recognizing you Me: And saying you must endorse ‘Whoa Doggy Coffee?’

His silence spoke volumes.

Me: Also Me: Who the fuck does a themed coffee shop named ‘Whoa Doggy’ Me: And DOESN’T make it western?! Steve: Why do I feel like Steve: if it was Steve: you would show up in a cowboy hat Me: *We Me: I know a shitty tourist stall that sells them Steve: Then this was a blessing in disguise Steve: But that mascot’s going to haunt my dreams Me: Same

I checked the clock. There wasn’t a whole lot of time before I took my break.

Me: There’s a crummy Starbucks a few blocks away Me: Drinks are meh but it’s surprisingly quiet Steve: That’ll work Steve: Give me cross streets and I’ll meet you there

~

The Starbucks That Corporate Forgot was fine for an ‘in the meantime,’ but I was really hoping for another place with nice people behind the counter and good stuff to drink and eat that also wasn’t far from my work. I had thought of coffee shops in New York as a dime a dozen, but I was pretty wrong, apparently. On some recommendations Steve had gotten we went to actual lunch a few times and it was nice. The food, at least, was fine, but all of it was a little pricey for me to want to make it a habit. And if we could find the right coffee shop, we could keep up a habit that I liked without hurting my wallet. I hoped.

The first place I picked out was a very generic coffee shop with a forgettable name. The drinks, though, were so bad that Steve and I took our respective sips and then spent the rest of our time together using my phone to find anywhere else but there.

Steve found a place that seemed fine but the guys behind the counter recognized him and were such assholes about it, it was like Steve had personally trampled their dicks in effort to destroy their oh-so-sturdy manhood. He kept it together pretty well while I felt like a static-charged cat, but when they started to turn their attention towards me I felt Steve stiffen up and I yanked him out of there before we could end up as a Jerry Springer special.

“It’s not that good,” Steve muttered into his cup after we had appropriated a table at a random food place.

“Tastes like bitter projection and manly, manly tears,” I said and sipped slowly. It made him laugh, at least, and his shoulders stopped looking so much like a straight line.

“I hear that much salt is bad for you though,” he said and winked at me.

I choked so hard he had to pat my back to help me breathe again.

~

I picked out a place I thought looked great. Unfortunately, the rest of the city apparently thought the same. The place was so busy Steve was easily lost in the crowd which, on one hand, great, good, wonderful, fantastic. On the other hand, the shop was small and hot and conversations dipped in and out, bleeding and merging into a cacophony that felt as oppressive as the bodies surrounding me.

I held out long enough to order and then, despite how fast the drinks were being made, looked outside for somewhere else to stand. I found it in a spot right near the window and gave Steve some excuse about how I would just be a second, and then made my escape.

I was catching my breath a few steps away from the glass, in some shade, when someone tapped my shoulder and I looked up just as Steve slid a cup into my hands. “Oh, I’m–” I closed my grip. “I’m sorry Steve.”

“It’s all right.” His hand was large and warm on my back, but I didn’t want to shrink away. “Let’s take a walk.”

It was better than scrounging for a broken table in a place I couldn’t even look at comfortably, so I nodded and we started walking. Steve acted as a buffer between me and the street and I waited to level out. The drink was really good. Too bad.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Fine.” I checked the time. We had plenty of it. “I’m sorry; I wasn’t trying to skip out, I just needed some air.”

“Was it someone in there?” he asked in a tone that suggested he would be doing an about-face if I said anything resembling ‘yes.’

“No, just…the amount of people. I couldn’t handle it,” I said.

He lost the ‘choose your fighter’ stance. “Really?”

“Yeah, I know, but I don’t go to clubs that often,” I said. “Sometimes I can handle ridiculous crowds and sometimes I can’t. I tend to avoid them in general; I don’t really like people that close if I can help it.”

“Oh,” he said and I knew what he was about to do, so I tugged his shirt just as he tried to step to the side.

“Don’t,” I said. “It’s strangers I don’t like; you’re fine.”

“Oh,” he said, and he sounded so pleased that I had to look.

His smile matched his tone and was so sweet that I smiled too. “What?” I asked him.

“Nothing,” he said. But he couldn’t help himself for long. “People say I’m imposing.”

“People who don’t know you’re just a giant dork.”

“Most people.”

“So only…” I did a quick estimate, “…Maybe ten people know what a dork you are?” Because there weren't that many Avengers, right?

“More like you, Sam, and Natasha.”

Okay, there were definitely more Avengers than that. “What about your other friends?” Or maybe that was the problem. “Co-workers?” Did Avengers get paid? “…Teammates?”

Steve flashed me a bemused smile. “Do your co-workers know what a dork you are?”

“More than I like,” I admitted. “But it’s always only ever a matter of time.”

“Well, we don’t…” He shrugged. “They’re all busy; they have jobs, partners; lives. We train sometimes, and Coulson wrangles us in sometimes for a group dinner.”

“So they’ve met you more than once and still don’t know you’re a dweeb?”

He shifted. “What time is it?”

“We’re already heading back.” I wrapped both of my arms around one of his. “You can walk me.”

“Are you trying to make sure you can charge me for the full hour?” he asked dryly but didn’t try to shake me off.

“There’s not enough money in the world to make me your therapist.” I gave his arm one good squeeze and let go. “We’re just two friends, shooting the shit. Or I guess we can talk shit, if you want, but I’ll have no idea who you’re talking about.”

He laughed a little. “No, I don’t– they’re all good people, and I wish I knew them better,” he admitted and we came to a stop. “But we’re different people, so it’s slow. But it’s fine.”

“Hm.”

He smiled at me and then nodded forward. At my building. “Have a nice day at work.”

I snorted. “Thanks, honey.” But that sounded so weird we both cracked up.

“How is the job, though? Is it good?” he asked.

“I do my job, I get paid.” I shrugged. “That’s all I really care about. So in that sense, yeah. It’s good.”

“Good. I’m glad it’s working out,” he said. There was a slight buzzing and I felt over my pocket, just in case, but he pulled out his phone and I caught a brief look at a vaguely familiar logo lit up on the screen. Steve sighed and looked at me like he was already tired. “This is probably something.”

I nodded and stepped back to give him some space. “Be safe. I’ll check out some places while you’re gone.”

“I can’t wait to try them out,” he said, saluted, and ran off.

Dork. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day, and eventually gave in and texted him.

Me: If you come back hurt I’m dragging you to that stupid doggy coffee shop. In a cowboy hat. Steve: Consider me bulletproof Steve: Going dark. See you soon

He had better, I thought, and went back to work with what little focus I could manage to scrounge up.

~

I tried a couple of places but neither of them were all that great and I had to admit to myself that my heart wasn’t in it. I checked the news but didn’t see anything Steve might have been involved with, and that just made me more anxious, so I did everything I could think of to distract myself. Steve was a loser but he had a good reputation for a reason, so I had to trust that Captain America would handle his shit so that my friend could come home.

About a week after he had run off, I was stretching at my desk in the mid-morning when I got a text.

Steve: Hi Steve: Back home

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Me: Good Me: Hale and hearty and healthy? Steve: Perfectly fine Steve: :) Steve: Find a new lunch place yet?

I sighed for an entirely different reason.

Me: Knocked some places out Me: There was a tea/coffee place that had promise Me: But I can never snag a fucking table Me: Also it’s so fluorescent it hurts my eyes. Steve: Okay Morticia

I smiled and sent him a line of thumbs up emojis. I looked nothing like, but as far as my overall personality and aesthetic, that felt like a nice compliment that required some thanks.

Steve: I have an idea

He then sent me an address, which I looked up, and…okay?

Me: A bookstore?

Not that I was complaining, but it looked like a small second-hand shop and showed no sign of having anything but books.

(I made a note to myself to check it out on the weekend, though.)

Steve: Trust me Me: Okay Me: Is 11 okay? Got meetings this afternoon Steve: Okay Steve: I’ll meet you there Me:  :) Steve: ?! Steve: A smile?! Me: Shut up Me: B O O K S Steve: Okay Belle

I laughed. Jerk.

~

I got there about five minutes early and he still managed to be waiting. Despite being his usual self, he also managed to blend in well enough that when I first scanned the street I almost missed him. He was slouched against the wall, and when I did a double-take he pushed off the brick and walked towards me.

I couldn’t help but look him over. He looked good. Satisfied. “Do I pass inspection?” he asked jokingly.

“Meh,” I decided and looked around. The shop itself even blended into that same wall, a true hidden gem I couldn’t wait to get my sticky fingers all over.

“You still have to go back to work,” Steve reminded me as he opened the door.

“And I can’t buy books if I have no money,” I said and sighed. In the shop, though, small and crowded with books, inhaling brought in that familiar thick and slightly musty scent, but it wasn’t overwhelming, and was that a hint of new I smelled? Ah; there was a bargain bin of unsold Barnes and Noble refugees. Also…there was, in fact, coffee. Somewhere. I scanned what I could see but saw no sign of anything coffee-related, not even a cup at the cash register. I turned to Steve to ask, but he was covering the lower half of his face with both hands as his shoulders shook and his eyes gliste– was he crying?

Not quite, but close enough, and I put my hands on my hips while he calmed down, but even calmed down his smile was big and wide and made him look like a complete doofus. It was my new favorite expression. Not that I’d ever tell him. “What?”

“You, treating a bookstore like a sommelier treats wine,” he said, chuckling.

Oh. I had said that…out loud. I ducked my head, but it didn’t feel like he was making fun of me; he sounded fond, and that made it better when nudged me. “It was cute,” he said and started moving. “Come on.”

I followed behind, past piles of books and through shelves that almost reached the ceiling. We popped out of the aisle into a little corner pocket that hosted some arm chairs and side tables and the smallest coffee cart I had ever seen. It stuck out next to a wall and a curtain-covered opening, behind which there was a sound of clanking dishes. The people populating the seats were almost all elderly, aside from one balding businessman, and I smirked at Steve.

He rolled his eyes like I didn’t have to say it. Good, because it was quieter than a library and we piped down accordingly. He pointed to an empty set of cozy chairs and I followed the gesture to claim the seats while he went to the tiny counter. Nearby a couple of people argued in low voices. When I heard “writes like shit” I tried to eavesdrop, but Steve came back with two mismatched ceramic mugs filled with steaming hot coffee and sat down in the other chair, blocking them.

“Thanks.” The smell was great and I just sat with cup in hand, inhaling, for several seconds. Until I caught sight of Steve, staring at me and smiling like the Mona Lisa. I hid my mouth with the cup and took a sip. It was really good. I set it on the small table between us and said softly, “You look pretty pleased with yourself.”

“Do I?” he asked just as softly, his smile unwavering.

I looked around the room where all conversation had died in favor of reading. I held up my phone to Steve in warning and then started to text.

Me: Maybe not an everyday place Me: But a good option if we don’t feel chatty

He smiled wider at me. And stayed that way. I tilted my head in a silent ‘what?’ and he shook his head, but he texted back.

Steve: I like that it’s an option Steve: That we’re comfortable enough to sit quietly together Steve: It’s nice

It wasn’t like this was the first time we had ever sat in silence together, but he seemed to be having a good moment so I refrained from pointing that out.

Me: It is nice Me: But I think you just like getting me to shut up Steve: That’s just a bonus

And an angel emoji. The bastard.

Me: There has never been a more poorly matched emoji to person than that to you

He responded by sending three lines of them and I had to suffocate myself to keep from disturbing the peace.

Me: I hate you

He flashed me a brilliant smile. It had a dorky undertone though, so I knew it was genuine.

Steve: No you don’t

No, I didn’t. And shame on me for ever letting him know that. Still, he had done good with his find, and the coffee was excellent, so I let him be a self-satisfied little shit. For the moment.

~

I was running late.

Granted, it was my own lunch break and it wasn’t like I had to cut it short, but it was annoying. I was meeting Steve at the crummy Starbucks and he had mentioned having things to do that afternoon, and I hated being held up on my breaks. Especially by stupid people.

As soon as I stepped in I scanned the place for Steve. I didn’t see him at first but when I checked again I saw him in our usual corner. Talking to somebody else.

It didn’t look like when he was talking to a fan; it looked like he was having a meeting, with a woman in a nice suit, whose strawberry blonde hair was so perfectly brushed I ran my hand over my own head in reflex.

Steve lifted his head, saw me, smiled, and waved for me to come over. The woman turned her head to watch me approach, which I did. Slowly.

“Hi,” I said to him, trying not to glance at her and failing. “Should I…go somewhere else for now?”

“No, we’re just–” Steve stood up so fast he hit the table and made it jump. He caught it with both hands and set it down gently so his coffee didn’t spill. He smiled sheepishly at his tablemate. “Sorry Pepper.”

“It’s all right,” she replied with some amusement, travel container in hand. She set it back down and then extended her hand to me. “Pepper Potts.”

I introduced myself and shook her hand. Hopefully that was a good amount of pressure– I never knew if I was doing it right. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you too,” she said and let go. “Steve says good things.”

Steve talked about me? I shorted out for a second, wondering what he could possibly have to say, and he shifted. “We’re just finishing up,” he said. “I’ll tell you about it after.”

“Okay, I–” I stopped when I saw the raised eyebrow Pepper was aiming at Steve. “Not okay?”

“No, it’s okay.” Steve smiled reassuringly at Pepper. “She’s the one I told. First.”

“Oh.” Then Pepper aimed her look at me, both eyebrows raised.

I had no idea what to make of that. “I’ll just…go get something to drink?”

“Good luck,” Steve said and I rolled my eyes but I left them alone. I got a simple iced coffee, since the staff couldn’t be bothered to figure out how to properly use a fucking blender. At least this time my ice chunks would be expected.

When I got back, she was gone. I felt a little bad for how much that relaxed me. “I didn’t mean to interrupt,” I said as I sat down.

“You weren't. Pepper and I were going to meet later but apparently something came up, so she tracked me down,” Steve said, fidgeting with his cup.

I looked around. No one. I turned back to Steve and scooted closer. “So you’re…gonna go for it?”

He bobbed his head. “We’re planning it now.” He sat back and tried to smile, but it was a nervous expression. “Whether I like it or not, it’s going to be a…thing. So we’re trying to make it less daunting.”

“That’s good. I’m glad you’ve got help,” I said.

“Yeah.” His smile grew more solid. “I’ve got good people around.”

“Good. That’s good,” I said. Steve kept staring at me though, with that smile. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You're making fun of me, aren’t you?”

“No I’m not.” He took a swig of his plain hot coffee– about the only drink we were absolutely certain they could manage here– and nodded at my drink. “How was your roll of the dice today?”

I took a sip. It was actually perfect. That wasn’t too terribly surprising since I had added the cream myself, but pleasant all the same. “Nat 20.”

He frowned. I grinned. “Are you ready for the next reference you can drop to make your friend Tony’s head explode?”

Steve leaned in, eager and ready to learn.

~

The next time we got together, Steve proudly played me his new ringtone, which consisted of a man screeching “Where did you learn that?!” and a burst of laughter, loud but cut short by the end of the recording.

I held my face in my hands. I was still laughing. “You are such a jerk.”

“Thanks, your Highness.” I could hear the smile in his voice. I didn’t know whether to be proud of my creation, or terrified. Maybe both.

“…Play it again.”

He did so, happily.

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[mylifeasaserver]

Bye Fast Food Hell!

5AM I show up for this super-important stupid fucking meeting that could easily have been explained in a phone call. 

We’re all told to clock in. DON’T HAVE TO TELL ME TWICE! There were a few people that didn’t show up, and I wished I was one of them. No problem, we’re told, they’ll get a write up if they weren’t previously committed at another job. I for one am super relieved that somebody will be written up for not showing up in a job that can’t afford to fire anybody.

There was some guy from corporate here to talk to all of us, and manlet manager standing next to him the whole time looking like a dog that got into the entire bag of kibble and is both satisfied and a little uncomfortable.

The corporate guy tells us about some “exciting changes” coming to our store in the coming weeks. By exciting he must have meant exciting for them because when Emily asked if our pay was going to see an exciting jump he dodged the question.

Here’s the rundown: 

We’re told first and foremost that this meeting pays minimum wage, not our regular pay. Emily asks how we’re expected to afford the gas to get home since they’re taking the quarter away from us for this hour meeting. The corporate guy gets an inkling that he’s not going to have a good time, and starts getting red.

The store and scheduling managers are terminated for messing with people’s pay. The store is self-reporting to the Department of Labor and will be making sure everybody who has worked under those two nitwits gets anything they were cheated out of.

Manlet manager chimed in and told everybody that those two were the reason we were having so much trouble hiring, and we can expect to be fully staffed soon! Clearly it isn’t the shitty pay, stupid uniforms, and stupid expectations for said shitty pay - no, it was people being cheated out of overtime they didn’t expect to see anyway and no mention of was made until after they worked there. Flawless fucking logic. Emily pipes up with “early morning meetings don’t help turnover” and the corporate guy gets madder.

He was excited to announce that construction will begin in a couple weeks enabling us to “better serve customers by being a counter service restaurant!” And then he made sure to let us know that we were forbidden to accept any tips, we’re gonna do it because customer service is the reason we’re alive or some such drivel. Emily pipes up with “this is so exciting” in the most dead inside, monotone voice I’ve ever heard. Cashiers will “get to” bring people their food and see if they need more soda. By this point I was fairly certain I’d be dropping the food off and walking away, fuck their soda. BUT WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE SUPER EXCITED THAT DRIVE THRU WILL REMAIN OPEN DURING CONSTRUCTION!!! Oh and hours will be cut because they expect traffic to drop.

He asks if there are any questions, and there are none, because none of us really care. I look around, Jane is looking for other jobs on her phone while they talk. The corporate guy at one point tells her to put her phone away and she tells him she’s checking on her grandmother after surgery and she’ll put the phone away when she’s done, shit like this is what they have to deal with for springing a meeting on us with little notice. The corporate guy doesn’t seem to know how to react to her complete lack of fucks to give, and leaves her alone. I’m fairly certain Jess was passed out next to me, head in her hands. I briefly debate messing with her, but then realize it’s just the jealousy talking.

Then it’s announced that with the departure of the store and scheduling manager, manlet manager is our new store manager, and he’ll be promoting people to fill the scheduling manager’s slot and his old position. Emily scoffs loud enough to make manlet manager’s forehead wrinkle and she pulls her phone out and begins job hunting.

At this point I had a question, so I raised my hand like they do in school. Manlet manager rolls his stupid eyes and asks me what I want. 

Me: Do you want the hat and shirt back now, or would you like me to wash them first?

Corporate Guy: What do you mean? Is there a problem?

Me: No problem at all. I’m not working for this piece of shit. I quit. Want the hat and shirt back now, or do you want me to wash them first?

Corporate Guy: Wow. You don’t need to quit though, I assure you that [manlet manager] will do a fine job as store manager, you just need to remember that he is your boss and you can’t talk to him that way.

Me: Fuuuuuck that. This shitheap is quite possibly the worst part of working here, even with the customers and pay. I’m out.

He says something else but I can’t be bothered to listen. I go to my car, grab the spare shirt that’s been bouncing around in my trunk since I served last (wrinkled mess though it was,) and change. I bring the shirt back in, ask if my last check will be mailed or if I have to pick it up, and then tell them I’ll be back next Friday for my final check. With that I clocked out, and walked out the door.

Fuck that place, and fuck that little manlet piece of shit.

Jess walked out the same time I did, and a couple others quit later. Nobody wants to work for that little bastard. Not sure how he staffed this morning, given that Jess and I were supposed to run register and drive thru, but I also don’t care.

Emily has already applied to 6 jobs in the area.

Jane is prepping her resume, and will start applying soon.

All three of them will have new jobs within two weeks, I think. 

I’m glad the fast food experiment is over. I’ll just stick with the gym until I move.

Walking out of there was therapeutic. Knowing I didn’t have to go back was better. -J

[shelbertforever]

~The Happiest Tears ~

*Hello, so I have been wanting to write this for awhile now & I decided since today was my day off that I would write it. I have been wanting to write it since Hanna and Caleb got married. So here you go, enjoy some of the fluffiness and love. * ~The Happiest Tears ~ Hanna was standing in her bathroom with her husband's t shirt pulled up over her protruding belly. Yes she was in fact four months pregnant and tomorrow her and Caleb were finally going to find out if they were going to have a baby boy or a baby girl. She didn't care what the sex of the baby was as long as it was happy and healthy. Caleb on the another hand couldn't wait to find out the sex of the baby, in fact he was sure that Hanna was having a baby girl. He was beyond excited to find out if his predictions were true. Hanna stood in front of the Mirror for a few more seconds rubbing her hands gently across her stomach. She got lost in her thoughts remembering the moment she found out she was pregnant. She was pacing back and forth in the Radley Hotel room, the one her mother gave Caleb and her. It had been only two minutes since she peed on the stupid stick and she still had three more minutes to wait. She had set a timer on her phone, she moved to sit on the couch laying her head in her hands. She couldn't believe this was happening, she was nervous and yet excited all at the same time. She was nervous because a baby would change everything. She also was afraid Caleb wouldn't want a baby now and she was afraid that he wouldn't be ready for a baby. Then again who was ever really ready to have a baby. That's when she heard the timer on her phone go off, she quickly stood up walking into the bathroom reaching to turn off the timer. She had taken three pregnancy tests just to be safe. She took a death breath before she reached down picking up the first one. She brought it closer to her face noticing the it had two very prominent blue lines. She was pregnant. Hot tears began streaming down her face as she picked up the next one, it once again had two lines indicating that she was pregnant and this wasn't fake. She reached for the last one this time it actually told her "Pregnant" across the screen. She looked into the mirror sitting the pregnancy test aside, as she sat down on the closed toilet seat. This wasn't a dream this was real, she was pregnant with the love of her life and their whole world was about to change. She prayed that when her husband came home from running to get Thai food that he would be accepting of this baby. Even if they weren't expecting to get pregnant this fast. She sat on the toilet seat until she heard their door open and her husbands voice echo through their small apartment. She closed her eyes taking one last deep breath before she stood up wiping away the tears from her eyes. "Han, I'm Home with the food." Caleb said as he walked in to the kitchen placing the food onto the counter top, while looking around for his wife. He couldn't believe that they had been married for a month already. "Baby, are you here?" He asked walking into the living room area then towards the bathroom. That's where he found his wife looking into the mirror wiping at tears that were falling down her face. "Baby, are you okay?" Hanna turned to Caleb nodding yes before more tears spilled from her eye. Caleb held onto her tightly whispering into her ear to try to calm her down. "I promise I'm okay. But there is something I have to tell you." Caleb looked into Hanna's eyes immediately noticing the fear in her eyes. He nodded quickly moving them to the living room siting her on the couch and he sat down next to her keeping one arm wrapped around her shoulder while kissing her temple. "Go ahead Han, tell me what's wrong." Caleb said quietly watching as another tear fell freely from his wife's eyes, he quickly brushed it away from her eye. Hanna looked into his brown eyes almost getting lost and losing her thoughts. "Hanna?" Caleb asked again bringing his right hand up gently caressing her cheek. She felt safer with his warm hand gently caressing her cheek. "I'm Pregnant." Hanna said watching as Caleb looked down into his lap for a moment not saying a word. Caleb couldn't stop thinking the moment Hanna told him, everything is going change but for the better. "Caleb, say something." Hanna said with her trembling voice and fear in her eyes as Caleb looked back into her blue eyes. "Baby that's wonderful, we are going to parents!" Caleb said wrapping his arms tightly around Hanna as she started to cry all over again. "Love, why are you crying. This is a great thing." Hanna nodded into Caleb's shoulder with a smile on her lips. "I know, it's just I was so afraid this wouldn't be what you wanted. I mean we never even talked about having a baby Caleb." Caleb gently lifted Hanna's face from his shoulder brushing away all of her tears. "This is exactly what I want Hanna, I want to have this baby with you. I want to give you and this baby everything you will ever need in this world. I'll be by your side through everything." New tears fell from Hanna's eyes as she smiled leaning in placing a gently loving kiss to her husbands lips. "I love you, Caleb. More than anything and anyone else, expect for our baby." Hana said quietly as she pulled her lips away from Caleb's keeping her forehead pressed against his. "And I love you Hanna Rivers, more than everything in this world expect for our little baby. I love you both so much!" Caleb said kissing away his wife's tears. "What's with these tears now?" He questioned as Hanna pulled away from him. "There happy tears..." Caleb smiled listening to his wife, "Correction, they are actually the happiest tears in the world." She said leaning back in to kiss her husband. "I love you Caleb Rivers." "I love you too Hanna Rivers and I Love you too baby Rivers." Caleb said kneeling down in front of Hanna as he lifted her t shirt up which revealed a flat stomach even though their baby was growing inside. He placed kisses all over her stomach making her giggle. After he spoke to the baby he stood up hugging Hanna once again. Hanna threw her arms around her husbands shoulder placing her head on his shoulder as he swayed the back and forth. "This is happiest day of my life. Thank you." Caleb said as he breathed in his wife's perfume, the one she's been wearing for years. "No thank you Caleb, you know it does take two to make a baby." Caleb nodded laughing at Hanna as she had a huge smile graced upon her lips. "I know." He said kissing her once again "Lets eat dinner before it gets to cold." Hanna nodded as Caleb pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Hanna finally came back from her memory of when she first found out about being pregnant. She heard the door open so she quickly pulled down her husbands t shirt walking out of the bathroom. To find her husband back from work. "Hey baby, how was your day?" Hanna asked welcoming Caleb home with hug and kiss. "Tiring, I'm just glad to be back home with my two favorite people in the whole world." He said walking over to the fridge grabbing a bottle of water, he followed Hanna over to the couch sitting down beside her. "Are you excited to go and check on the baby today? And possible find out the sex today if she is going to let us see." Caleb said smiling remember the last time they were at the doctors trying to find out the sex and the little one would not corporate. Hanna smiled up at Caleb pressing a gentle kiss to his lips as he rubbed her shoulder. "I can't wait." She said laying her hand on top of Caleb that sat gently on her tummy. "Hopefully well get to see, even though my mom will know and not us because I want to figure out another way and have a get together because I miss my girls. And they all want to know what we are having at the same time. And why are you so certain that the baby is a girl, it could very well be a baby boy." Hanna said gripping Caleb's hand a little tighter.            "I'm pretty sure it's a baby girl. I'd be happy if it were a boy to though. But I'm almost positive it's a baby girl. I guess we will know in a few days but your mom will know by tonight." He said sighing as he looked at the clock noticing the time and that they should get up and get ready for the doctors.            "I guess we should get ready." Caleb said standing up and stretching before helping Hanna up. She stood up pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek before walking into their bedroom to go get changed.         An hour and half later Hanna and Caleb were sitting in the waiting room waiting for the doctor to call Hanna back.         "I'm starting to get a little nervous." Hanna said reaching for Caleb's hands. "Hey, everything will be just fine. Okay?" Caleb said holding onto Hanna's hands gently caressing them.          She nodded before she heard the door open and a woman come out "Hanna Rivers" the doctor spotted Hanna and Caleb "Hello you two, just behind this door."        Hanna nodded saying hello as did Caleb as she showed them to their room, "Your doctor will be here in just a moment." Hanna nodded as she took a seat on the table still keeping her grip onto her husbands hand.          "Everything will be okay Love." Caleb said leaning closer to his wife kissing her softly. Hanna nodded before watching as her doctor came through her door.          Forty minutes later they were leaving with a white envelope in Hanna's hands and ultrasound photos that didn't show the sex of the baby so the couple could not find out.        The white envelope held those photos that you could see if the baby was girl or boy. Which Hanna and Caleb were going to take to her mother right now.              They drove twenty minutes from the doctors to Hanna's childhood home where her mother still lived. They got out of the car and walked towards the front door but before Hanna could knock the door flew open with Mrs Marin standing there looking like a kid in a candy store.             "So? How did everything go?" Ashley asked as Hanna followed by Caleb walked into the home takin off their shoes. Hanna smiled seeing how excited her mother was for her first grandchild.             "Everything went wonderfully mom." Hanna said hugging her mother tightly before letting Caleb do the same thing.            "Well that's great Hanna, so the baby's healthy and everything's normal." Ashley asked watching as Hanna and Caleb sat on their couch. "Yes Mrs. Marin everything is great the baby is very healthy and everything is perfect."              "Caleb, I'm Ashley not Mrs. Marin. I mean call me mom if you want to, you are married to my baby. And good that makes me so happy to find that out!" Ashley said watching as Hanna let out a laugh and Caleb smiled at her.              "So did you get to find out the sex of the baby?" Ashley asked taking a sip of her red wine, "Mom are you really drinking without me. Not fair!" Hanna said watching as her mother took a sip of the red wine that was in her glass.            "I'm sorry sweetie but I'm not the pregnant one. So tell me did you or didn't you?" Ashley asked looking at both her daughter and son -in- law.          Hanna smiled grabbing the white envelope and handing it to her mother. "These are the ultrasound photos that tell us the sex of the baby, but Caleb and I don't want to know quite yet. Emily and Alison and the girls want to find out all on the same day. So we figured we would throw a small gender reveal party, and your going to be the only person that knows the sec of the baby. For now."  She said smiling as her mom picked up the white envelope from her hand leaning over to hug her.            "Are you guys sure?" Ashley asked watching as Caleb and Hanna nodded "Yes we are sure. Go ahead and open it, just don't tell us."           Ashley smiled at her daughter and her husband before gently opening up the white envelope as Hanna and Caleb watched from the opposite side of the couch.            Ashley pulled out the ultrasound photos immediately noticing the sex of the baby. Tears quickly formed into her eyes as she struggled to not cry. "Oh my goodness. Baby I'm so happy."             She stuck the pictures back into the white envelope before wrapping her daughter into a tight hug before doing the same with Caleb. "I'm so happy for the both of you, your going to be the best parents."             "Thank you mom." Hanna said before tears started to fall from her eyes as well as Caleb gently ran his hand up and down her back.               "Oh goodness now I have two crying women on my hands." Caleb said laughing making both Hanna and Ashley laugh with him.             "Hey I'm hormonal here." Hanna said pointing to her baby belly. "Plus their happy tears alright!"             Ashley smiled watching as Caleb laughed before kissing Hanna making her smile grow in size.            "Yes Caleb they are happy tears..." Ashley said smiling at them "Actually their the happiest of tears."             Hanna and Caleb smiled looking at one another before their fits of laughter filled Ashley's home. "What?" she said wiping at her eyes as a few more tears fell.              "You and Hanna are carbon copies of one another. She was crying this morning and literally said the same exact thing you just did." Caleb said still laughing at the thought of how much Hanna and her mother are alike.              Hanna laughed one more time before moving closer to her mother hugging her "Hey what can we say us Marin women think alike and have a bunch of the happiest tears out there."               Caleb smiled listening to Hanna, he nodded his head in agreement, "You're right but your no longer a Marin but a Rivers. And I'll guess I'll have to get used to the happy tears."               Hanna and Ashley nodded at Caleb before they started talking about everything for this gender reveal party.          While Caleb sat back and watched at just how happy Hanna was, he couldn't help but be proud at how far they've come over the last few months. They literally couldn't be any happier and Caleb hoped and prayed that they would be this way for the rest of their lives.        *The second Hanna and Caleb OneShot is finished! I really hope that you all enjoyed reading this because I really enjoyed writing it !! Please leave comments! I really love to read them! Thanks for all of the love and support!! -Tori*