I Made Reservations--Spanna
Hanna was exhausted. She was always exhausted lately. She’d even gone to the doctor to make sure it wasn’t a thyroid problem (she’d been skeptical, but Spencer had been worried so she’d gotten the test to appease her), but everything came back normal. She knew the cause of it. Claudia was, quite simply, running Hanna into the ground. She had her regularly working up to sixteen hours a day, seven days a week. Even Hanna’s schedules days off weren’t safe. Claudia would often call her, demanding that she come in right away. It was always an ‘emergency’ and failing to show up would cost Hanna her job. So it wasn’t surprising that some things were falling through the cracks. Unfortunately, her anniversary was one of those things.
It was after seven o’clock when she finally got home. Which would have been fine if she hadn’t been supposed to get off at three. She’d left the house before the sun had even come up, and hadn’t seen her wife all day.
“Spence, I’m home!” she called, walking into the bedroom. The brunette appeared, hands on her hips and a glare on her face.
“What’s wrong?” Hanna asked, frowning. Spencer was wearing a low cut blue dress, her hair was curled, and she had a full face of makeup. While her wife always dressed well for work, she wasn’t usually this dressed up.
“You’ve been ignoring my calls,” she said accusingly. Hanna’s frown deepened. She knew Spencer hated when people didn’t answer their phones. Not only was it annoying, but she knew it made her worry. It was a byproduct of the days when an unanswered phone could mean A had done something terrible.
“I’m sorry; my phone must be on silent. What’s going on? Why are you all dressed up?” she asked.
“Do you have any idea what day it is?” Spencer asked, upset that Hanna could be so clueless. Hanna wracked her brain.
“Sure, it’s November 16th. Our anniversary is this weekend. I have the day off, too. And I told Claudia I absolutely cannot come in,” she said, proudly. While they didn’t usually make a huge deal about their anniversary—they didn’t want to be one of those couples who only paid attention to each other one day a year—she’d decided this year was special. Five years was an accomplishment, and one she wanted to celebrate. She’d already made plans for the special night, and she couldn’t wait. It was rare for the couple to be able to go on dates anymore, and she was excited for a romantic night out. Spencer sighed, the anger draining from her face.
“Han, today’s the 18th,” she corrected. Horror settled onto Hanna’s face as she realized that she’d lost track of the date and mis-planned for their anniversary. So much for being on top of things this year.
“Oh my god. Spence, I am so sorry! I’ve ruined everything, haven’t I?” she asked, feeling like she might start crying.
“I made reservations,” Spencer said. Hanna’s face fell. She felt horrible. She really needed to have a serious conversation with Claudia about sticking to her scheduled hours, or she was afraid it was going to take its toll on her marriage. How many forgotten events would it take for Spencer to tire of it, and decide she wanted someone who was home more?
“But they’re not for another hour and a half,” Spencer added, a wide smile on her face. It took a minute for the words to sink in.
“I haven’t ruined everything?” Hanna asked hopefully. Spencer shook her head.
“You haven’t ruined anything. Now go hop in the shower and get dressed so we can go,” she said.
Hanna grinned and kissed her wife on the cheek. She was suddenly very glad that she hadn’t waited until the last second to pick out a gift for Spencer, and had hidden the necklace in her underwear drawer a week ago. She’d gone semi-traditional, getting Spencer a necklace that had a wooden pendent, since year five was traditionally wood. She thought Spencer would appreciate it, since she was secretly into tradition. When she and Spencer had celebrated their first anniversary, she’d debated if she wanted to follow traditional gifts, modern gifts, or her own gifts. She’d done a mix of the three styles, depending on what she thought Spencer would like.
“Have I mentioned that you’re my favorite wife ever?” Hanna asked. Spencer rolled her eyes.
“Only once or twice. Now scoot! Get ready!” she encouraged, shaking her head in amusement. Hanna quickly rushed into the bathroom to get ready.
“We’re leaving in a half hour!” Spencer called after her, despite the fact that they really had an hour before they needed to go. Knowing Hanna, she would need the extra time.
“Calm down, I’m getting ready!” Hanna yelled, pulling off her work clothes and hopping in the shower. After spending the day running around after Claudia, she felt gross. After a quick shower, she found herself staring at her closet. She finally decided on a tight red dress that she knew drove Spencer crazy, and a pair of black heels.
“Are you ready?” Spencer asked, poking her head into the bedroom. Hanna nodded and gave her wife an unexpected kiss.
“You know, if Aria was my wife, I’d get her some fork earrings this year,” she joked, though she was semi-serious. Spencer rolled her eyes.
“Please don’t tell me you think I’m going to wear silverware as jewelry,” she deadpanned. Hanna laughed and kissed her again.
“I wouldn’t dream of trying to get you to wear silverware in your ears,” she said.
“Come on, we’re going to miss our reservations,” Spencer said, shaking her head in amusement. Hanna followed her out to the car, letting her wife drive without question.
She couldn’t believe she and Spencer had been married for five years already, but at the same time it felt like they’d been together their entire lives. She couldn’t wait to spend the next five years, and the next five, and the rest of her life with Spencer Hastings.