I Bought You a Ticket-Spanna
After five years of marriage, there were few things Spencer Hastings could do that surprised Hanna. The brunette might seem like an enigma on the outside, but Hanna knew her like the back of her had. Most of the time, Hanna knew what her wife would do before she even did it. Somehow, however, Spencer had managed to plan an entire weekend trip to New York without her knowing a thing about it.
The couple had moved to Philadelphia years ago, soon after they started dating. A few weeks after Charlotte’s killer had been discovered, they’d realized they no longer had a reason to stay in Rosewood. But with their newfound relationship, they were reluctant to be separated again. It had been a relief when Spencer had been hired full time to work for her mother, and Hanna learned she could work for her new company from anywhere. So they’d packed their bags, given up their respective apartments in New York and DC, and had moved into a small apartment together.
Hanna loved her life in Philly, but she had to admit that she missed New York sometimes. On one hand, the city had been filled with painful memories. It had been where she and Caleb had made a home for themselves, a home that had eventually fallen to pieces. It was where she’d met Jordan, and eventually broken his heart. But it was also where she’d learned to live again after A. It was where she’d learned how to be independent. It was a bustling city, where she could blend into the crowd if she didn’t want to be noticed.
Hanna had come home that night to find her suitcase packed and next to the door, and she’d panicked, trying to figure out what was going on. She and Spencer had gotten into a small argument that morning—Hanna had finished the last of the milk and neglected to buy more—but it wasn’t that big of a deal. It certainly wasn’t something Spencer would just kick her out over. And besides that little tiff, they weren’t fighting or anything. She just couldn’t think of any reason Spencer would pack her bag, if she wasn’t sending her packing. Then the brunette stepped out of the bedroom, pulling her own suitcase after her.
“What’s going on?” Hanna asked, relief filling her chest at the sight of Spencer’s suitcase. She was still confused, but at least she could be sure she wasn’t being dumped. Spencer grinned and pulled two plane tickets out of her purse.
“It’s your birthday present!” she exclaimed, handing one of the tickets to Hanna. The blonde stared at the small paper.
“We’re going to New York? But my birthday isn’t for another two weeks?” she asked, excitement in her voice. Spencer nodded.
“I know, but we both have this weekend off, so I thought we should take advantage while we could. Our flight leaves early tomorrow morning, and I knew you’d be getting home late, so I packed your bag for you. I hope you don’t mind,” she said. Hanna started to say it was fine when something occurred to her. She cocked her head.
“Wait. New York Fashion Week starts this weekend,” she said. There were very few things she missed about working for Claudia, but free tickets to Fashion Week were one of them. She used to be able to see every look that walked down the runway, and she’d even worked backstage when Claudia was showcasing. She hadn’t been able to go since she worked for the woman, and she missed seeing the looks before they hit stores. Spencer grinned.
“I know. I bought you a ticket,” she said proudly. Hanna’s jaw dropped. She waited for Spencer to announce that this was all a joke, but the brunette didn’t.
“No you didn’t,” she said. Spencer nodded and pulled the tickets out of her purse.
“You’re right, technically I bought us both tickets. And by bought I mean I agreed to take any cases Michelle doesn’t want for the next year,” she said, referring to her partner at the law firm she worked at. Hanna stared at her in awe.
“What?” Spencer asked, feeling self conscious. Hanna stepped forward, closing the space between them. She reached up to caress Spencer’s cheek.
“You’re amazing,” she whispered, kissing her wife with a passion rarely realized anymore. Spencer responded eagerly.
“How did Michelle have tickets anyway?” Hanna asked when they finally broke apart. Spencer shrugged.
“She’s dating some new guy. I guess he’s showcasing and he got a bunch of free tickets. When she mentioned that she had extra tickets, I asked if I could buy them from her. She said she felt bad taking my money, but would give me a couple if I would take any case she didn’t want,” she explained. Hanna kissed Spencer again.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she squealed excitedly. She didn’t know how much her wife would enjoy the show, but it meant a lot to her that she was taking her. Spencer grinned. Honestly, she was almost as excited as Hanna. She didn’t care much about fashion, but she was excited about a weekend vacation with her wife. A ding sounded from the kitchen.
“You’re welcome. Now come on, there’s a pizza in the oven,” she said, leaving Hanna alone in the living room.
“Will you get mine? I’m going to go change clothes,” she said, already stripping off her shirt. She grinned to herself, still shocked by her early birthday present. Yes, sometimes her wife could still surprise her. And when she surprised her, she really surprised her.