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"This is new."
The familiar made strange voice interrupts Hannah's perusal of the vending machine and she grins as Will wraps her in a hug.
"I'm pretty sure my questionable snacking habits come as no surprise to you," she counters. Will doesn't reply straight away, not in words. Instead he just lifts one eyebrow. "What?"
"You remember what you asked me once... how often have we seen each other naked?" She does remember that and she's thankful he's kept his voice low. The two of them standing close together with her blushing like a schoolgirl will be fodder enough for the rumour mill without adding that little tidbit. Especially when his eyes, twinkling with either mirth or curiosity, she's not sure which, drop to her stomach. Her hand twitches with the impulse to move there and she resists it with everything she has. People know she's pregnant but not the father; they're probably already saying it's Will, impossible though that would be. "How far along are you?"
To hell with it. Hannah gives into temptation, places her hand on her stomach. "A little over three months."
Will's smile is warm, genuine. "Congratulations, Hannah." He even sounds sincere. "I'm really happy for you."
"Thank you."
She should see his next question coming. She doesn't. "So who's the lucky guy?"
She's surprised without being surprised that he had the balls to ask. Then again, Will had never really been known for his subtlety. "Dean," she says, drawing herself up to her full height when he blinks several times, his face going slack.
"Dean?" he echoes. Then, like he's trying to be sure, "Archer?"
Hannah crosses her arms over her chest, resists the urge to squirm. Or punch him in the throat. "It's complicated..."
"Complicated?" Will's darken as he seizes on the word. He takes a step towards her and Hannah can see the concern in his eyes. "Hannah, did he..."
"No! God, no!" Hannah covers her face with her hands. The idea of Dean doing anything she didn't want to do would be laughable if it wasn't so serious. And more than a little insulting to Dean to even consider that he'd be capable of that. Hannah's pissed off on his behalf. "Dean would never..."
"Okay, okay." Will holds both hands up, surrender style. "I get it."
Hannah chuckles. "That makes one of us," she murmurs. Off Will's confused look she adds, "We're not together... but we are going to co-parent."
"Huh." Will considers that. "And are you...happy? With that?"
She doesn't even have to think about it. "Yes," she says. "Terrified. But very happy."
"Good." Will pulls her into another hug and Hannah returns it gladly. "You deserve this, Hannah."
For the longest time, Hannah would have disagreed either him. In fact, for the longest time, he probably wouldn't have had that opinion. Realisation of how far they've come tightens Hannah's throat. That, or hormones. "Thank you."
As he lets her go, a third voice joins the conversation. "Everything okay here?"
Dean is frowning as he approaches them and Hannah dreads what's going to come out of his mouth. But Will grins, extends his hand to Dean. "I just heard the good news. Congratulations, man."
Dean is visibly taken aback. Hannah thinks it's adorable. "Yeah," he says, glancing over at Hannah. "Thank you."
Will takes a step back. "I'll leave you guys to it... I'd better go check on Owen... make sure Doris hasn't given him any of her cookies..."
Hannah hardly even notices him go. She's too busy looking at Dean. Who is looking after Will, something suspiciously like a glower on his face. When his gaze returns to her, it stays on her face only for a second, then drops to her stomach, then to the floor. "Is this where you give me hell for rushing in to fight your battles for you?"
Hannah fights back a smile. "I'll let you off the hook this time."
His head lifts at that, his eyes a cross between hopeful and wary. "Yeah?"
"Two awkward conversations with two exes in two weeks?" Hannah shudders. It's not an exaggeration. "I will take all the help I can get."
Dean visibly relaxes. His lips even curl slightly at the edges. "And if I offer to buy your cheese curls by way of apology?" Anything Hannah might have said is cut off when her stomach growls audibly. She flushes. Dean presses his lips together to keep back a laugh. "Guess that's a yes." He taps his card against the console, bends to extract the snack and hands it over with a flourish. "Don't say I never gave you anything."
Hannah can't help it; she looks down at her stomach, lifts a pointed eyebrow. "I think that ship's pretty much sailed, Dean."
The tinge of pink that appears high on his cheekbones is faint, but definitely there. "Much as I appreciate a nautical pun, we gotta get back in there." He pauses, tilts his head. "You maybe want to grab dinner tonight?"
"Snacks and dinner, you're spoiling me." She can't resist teasing him, just to see his eye roll. He does not disappoint. "That sounds nice."
Dean nods. "I'll catch you after shift?" It's her turn to nod and he turns on his heel. Hannah knows she should follow him.
Instead she watches him go.