"Okay, Aria. Take deep breaths and relax."

I breathed in and out, inhaled and exhaled, and psyched myself up for what was about to happen. I felt so vulnerable, my legs perched in the stirrups, hence making me immobile, and the doctor at the end of the bed. I felt the sharp pain I had prepared myself for, and it was much worse than I expected. My eyes clenched shut and tears began to fall down my cheeks.

"Take my hand, baby," Spencer whispered into my ear and stroked my head. I immediately did so, and I clutched her hand so hard my own fingers went numb.

Suddenly, the pain stopped, and the doctor removed the apparatus from between my legs and smiled up at me. "All done. You did great, and if I'm correct, you just got pregnant."

Spencer smiled warmly at me, and she ran her thin fingers through my wavy chocolate tresses. "I'm so proud of you, Ar. We did it."

"Hell yeah we did," I panted, taking her hand again,"how long until I can take a test to confirm the pregnancy?"

"You can take an at-home test in three weeks," the doctor replied, "but until then, do not overwhelm yourself. It's not good for the foetus."

"I'll make sure she remains completely phlegmatic, I promise," Spencer grinned, staring at me.

"What does that even mean?" I asked, rolling my eyes back into my head.

"Calm, babe. It means 'calm,'" she answered with a laugh.

I smiled and shook my head. "I see my fiancée has been reading the Thesaurus for fun again."

"Oh, c'mon hon. You know you adore me," she kissed my head.

"Yeah, I definitely do. Thank you so much, Doctor Kent. For everything. I can't believe Spence and I are gonna have a baby, all thanks to you." I said, attempting to force back tears.

"God, it's no trouble at all. You're an amazing couple, and you both are going to make excellent mothers. I'll schedule your appointment for next time, okay?" Lisa smiled before stepping out into the hallway.

Spencer helped me up off the chair, and led me to a wheelchair. "Hospital policy, babe."

I sat down, and reached up to hold my fiancée's hand as she wheeled me out of the hospital, and my other hand rested on my stomach. "Spencer, you do realize that there's a probability that I could be carrying twins, right?"

"Well, then I hope they'll both look exactly like you. I've always wanted to have little mini you's running around our house." She laughed as we turned a corner.

"You never told me that. Since when?!"

"Since, like, the seventh grade," she shrugged her shoulders.

"You're kidding," I turned back to stare at her.

She shook her head with a giggle and pushed me through a corridor. "No, seriously. I had your ring picked out and everything by the time I was fifteen."

"Babe, I have literally had a massive crush on you since middle school! No wonder you were always daydreaming around me in American Lit." I exclaimed with a smirk.

She blushed, her cheeks turning an ever so bright vermillion, and her eyes grew wide. "Y-you saw that?"

I laughed and kissed her hand. "Spence, I love you, but you drooled a little bit. Not exactly inconspicuous. It was a major turn on, though."

"It was?"

I leaned up to stroke her cheek before whispering in her ear. "The only way I could get off with Fitz was when I was thinking about you. He would never satisfy my needs like I knew you could."

"Oh, you dirty little shit!" She chuckled in an embarrassed quiver, pushing me along at a slightly quicker pace.

"Why don't we go home and have a little fun tonight?" I smirked seductively, caressing her slender fingers.

Her voice caught in her throat, and she struggled to regain her thoughts over her intense libido. "Y-yeah, of course. Anything for my possibly pregnant fiancée."

I leaned back and reveled in my victory, before seeing someone familiar out of the corner of my eye. My complexion whitened into a pasty porcelain, and I clutched Spencer's hand.

"Oh my god, fuck. This can't be happening." I mumbled under my breath as I tried to avoid eye contact with the young man across the room.

"Ar, baby, are you okay?" Spencer asked, concern and fear lining her voice. "What is it?"

"M-my brother," I managed as I stared up at her,"he's here."

"Oh, thank god. I thought you were gonna say that you saw our estranged parents lingering outside." She exhaled, watching as I frowned visibly. "Sorry. Wait, who the hell is that? Next to Mike?"

"Some chick," I rolled my eyes.

"We just can't get lucky with this, can we? Do you wanna try to sneak out of here behind his back?"

"Yes, please," I sighed, rubbing my thigh with my hand.

Spencer tried her hardest to avoid Mike's gaze, but he saw us out of the corner of his eye. His cheeks flushed white and he hurried over to us. I was forced to release my lover's hand from my grasp, and that made me even more nervous.

"Aria, where in the hell have you been?! Mom has been looking everywhere for you for the last two years!" He shouted at me.

She got in between my brother and I and gave him possibly the dirtiest stare I've ever seen. "Back off, Mike. Don't talk to her like that."

"She's my sister, Spencer, not yours! Why are you even here?!" Mike asked with a roar.

"I could ask you the same question." I rolled my eyes. "Who's that girl who was on your arm?"

"She's my-I mean, she's nobody,"

"Mike..."

"She's my girlfriend, alright? Her name's Lila, and we are here for a consultation." He caved, before eyeing me with determination on his brow. "Your turn."

"We're here for our IVF appointment, smart ass," I revealed with a smile.

"Who's we? Is Ezra here?" He asked, searching eagerly over my shoulder.

Spencer and I looked at each other prior to breaking down laughing, her squeezing my hand in a timid ecstasy. Apparently, Mike didn't notice our affectionate gazes and wanton gestures.

"I'll, uh, give you a hint," Spencer smirked. She then waltzed around to the front of my wheelchair, bent down to be eye level with me, and began passionately making out with me after snaking her hand behind my neck. I made sure to, even in the midst of pure euphoric bliss, have my engagement ring visible to my naive little brother. When our lips parted, we turned to him in sync to catch a glimpse of the expression on his face: utter shock, terror, and confusion.

"What the fuck—" He managed before Spencer cut him off.

"We're engaged, dumbass!" She laughed as she kissed my cheek. "We have literally been dating for three years now, five if you count the sneaking-around phase."

"Don't act so surprised, Mike," I scoffed, feigning offense.

Mike began stuttering, and tried to think of what to say next. "But...Ezra..."

"Ezra came onto me, okay? He took advantage of a minor. Spencer saved me, and I saved Spencer." I replied.

"What do you mean?" He asked quietly.

"Well, Wren was a shitty human being, and I wasn't happy. Then...Aria came into my life as more than a friend, something I've wanted since middle school. Truth be told, I have never seen your sister this happy in a long time." Spencer answered, pushing some loose hairs out of my face. "She's the love of my life."

"Spencer's the person I'm going to spend the rest of my life with, and we're gonna have a family together," I grinned up at her.

"Wow...I-I didn't know...I'm sorry." Mike murmured sadly. "Is that why you're here? To do an IVF?"

Spence and I exchanged excited glances before turning back to Mike. "Guilty. There is a high chance that our first baby is right underneath my skin."

"Or, babies. The doctor told us to prepare mentally for twins in the next few weeks, as the IVF used two eggs." Spencer giggled.

"Oh my god, congratulations. On your engagement, your maybe-kid, everything. I'm so sorry I wasn't there to help you, Ar." Mike smiled.

"Water under the bridge. Why're you here, with Lila?" I asked.

"If I tell you, you need to promise not to tell Mom and Dad," my baby brother bit his lip.

"I don't even have contact with 'em. You're safe. Just, please keep Spencer's and my relationship a secret from all Rosewood residents." I replied.

"Lila's pregnant, with my baby. She's from a super religious family, and she can't be a mother out of wedlock. So...we're terminating the pregnancy." Mike shed a few tears as he spoke.

My heart sunk inside my chest, and my jaw went slack. "Mike, I-I'm sorry. I know how much you wanted a family."

"I know, but there's just no way," he turned his head toward the wall.

"Mike, the way I see it, you have three options: get an abortion, run away, or marry that girl. If you elope, they'll be upset, but you can still have a family. If you ditch town like we did, chances are you'll live happily ever after in safety." Spencer whispered.

Mike looked over his shoulder at Lila, who was crying quietly across the room. "She wants this baby, too. I saw it in her eyes. Do you mind if I discuss this with her, and call you tomorrow?"

"Of course I don't," I answered, writing my phone number down on his hand,"here's my new number. I had to change it when we skipped town."

"Thanks," he smiled before walking away.

Spencer and I both exhaled as she began wheeling me out of the hospital's automatic doors, and I began laughing once we were out of earshot.

"Aria, what are you giggling about?" She smirked, laying her hand on my shoulder.

"Oh, nothing. Just that we just dodged a major friggin' bullet with my baby brother. He could've outed us, literally, to both of our parents, but he was actually a decent human being." I replied.

Spence chuckled and helped me into our onyx hybrid parked in the lot. When I winced in pain, she began freaking out, being the overprotective partner she always had been—and I wouldn't have my Spencer Hastings any other way.

"Oh, God, did that hurt? Baby, I'm sorry—"

"Babe, it's not your fault. I did just have a huge ass needle stuck into my vag by a doctor, so I'm a little sore." I shook my head as I pulled myself into the passenger seat.

"Ah, that's why you're being so sardonic: you're sore. Explains a lot." Spencer laughed, climbing into the car and starting the engine up with a roar.

I scoffed audibly, and looked at my soon-to-be wife. "Meaning what, Einstein?"

"Nothin'. I love you, Pookie Bear." She answered, cocking her head and looking behind her as she pulled out.

"Love you, too, hon."

A/N: So...yeah.

Hi.

I know, I know, I know. What the hell, right? I leave for God know's how long and then decide to saunter back in here with a wlw (of all things) fanfic about everyone's favourite non-canon ship: Sparia. Yes, I'm totally kidding; you probably don't ship them at all, but if you're anything like me, you're desperate for representation. Thus, I threw my fluff, angst, lesbian, and PLL obsessions into a massive blender and this piece of absolute sh*t emerged.

I'm not even gonna bother trying to apologize at this point, because I know soooooooo(x∞) of you are absolutely pissed at me for discontinuing my Ezria fics. I just...stopped. It was abrupt.

But, hey; I've rebranded (ezriaandliars to enochianprayers!), produced another shit fic, and am less dead inside than usual!

I hope you can forgive me and give this guilty pleasure of mine a taste:)

Your least favourite fanfic writer in all of existence,

Dee.

(This is one part out of an undetermined series (1/?). Help me out by letting me know if you liked this at all so I know what kind of content to post. Thanks.)