A/N: So anyone who has read my fics in the recent past (see: the past three years) knows that I don't post (or even write) nearly as much as I used to. I have tried to remedy this many different times and ways, but at this point, I've surrendered to the fact that it's just not something that I'm supposed to be 100 percent tunnel-visioned into. However, I wanted to get back into some sort of swing of things, and with regular access to Wi-Fi now, I want to set a goal, and that's this:

A fic each day that is at least (but not necessarily more, if I can't manage it) 500 words. Most of these will probably be inspired by songs, just for fair warning. Either way, I hope these find you well and that you enjoy them.

Love Story

The First And The Last Time

Aria stared wearily at the bed from the doorway, unable to pull her thoughts from the memory of way too many memories in that spot. She and Ezra had created so many moments between those sheets, full of every range of emotion. They'd laughed while watching rom-coms and sent popcorn flying during old-school horror films. They had snuggled in the ice cold heat and sent the blankets flying onto the floor in the summer. They'd calmed and consoled one another after getting phone calls of lost loved ones-both their fathers, in the expanse of a year. They'd also created their kids in that bed.

"Momma?"

Aria lifted her left hand and rubbed at her eyes while Harper pulled at her hand. She glanced down at the three year-old and smiled before leaning down and picking her up. Harper snuggled into her mother, and Aria smiled, hugging her daughter back tightly.

"Momma, I'm hungry," Harper murmured into her ear. Aria chuckled, but nodded.

"Alright, baby," she replied. "We'll get some food in just a bit."

Harper snuggled closer to her, and Aria sighed. They really hadn't had any cuddle fests lately. Between being hugely pregnant with Declan, and then giving birth early and having her attention split twenty different ways from her newborn son, to the doctors, and then the impending move, Harper had been somewhat neglected by her in recent days.

As she stepped into the kitchen, Ezra snapped off a slice of boxing tape onto a medium-sized box, sealing it. He glanced over at her with the same weary expression she recognized from the mirror, and she smiled at him.

"This is the last of it," he told her as he settled the boxing tape roller on the counter. "Hardy just went down to start the truck."

Aria nodded, walking over to him. Ezra tilted his head down and kissed her. Aria leaned into him ever-so-briefly, feeling his warmth ebb against her. When she leaned back, she looked around. The floor was completely cleared, having been swept earlier after the last bit of furniture had been moved out. The walls were freshly painted white, waiting for the next person to grace the space.

"Ready?" Ezra asked her gently.

Aria looked up at him, nervous to answer. They were leaving so much behind, and it didn't feel right, even if it was what was meant for them to do next.

"The bed?" She asked.

"Sabrina's going to let the guys up here to get it out," Ezra told her. "I'm not sure what they're doing with it yet, but it's pretty fried so I hope they junk it."

Aria gulped, only because she knew he probably wasn't thinking of it in the same context as she was.

"Where's your head at," Ezra asked as he brushed his thumb against her cheek. She looked up at him again, and breathed a deep breath, trying to keep composed.

"It's just a lot to leave," she spoke softly.

Ezra nodded, looped his arm around her and pulled her in close as he pressed his lips to her forehead.

"We'll come back to visit," he told her. "All the time. Hanna already promised you that you could do all the shopping you wanted at the warehouse for free; and I promise you'll love New York. As it is, I'm sure you and Spencer will be running all over creation with the kids until summer ends."

A small laugh escaped Aria, only because she and Spencer had already made plans upon plans upon plans to go out and see every museum in New York. Plus, they had already been working on plans for an end-of-summer vacation with the boys to Washington DC so they could see all the sights there as well.

"Alright," she finally said after a moment. She bounced Harper a few times to get her moving, and then gently lowered her to her feet on the floor before taking her hand. "Last chance," Aria stated. "Are you absolutely positive about my mom?"

Ezra nodded, passing her Declan in his carrier. Aria glanced at her newborn son as she let Ezra place the carrier on her forearm, as the padded wrap on the handle was too thick for her to hold with one hand. Declan was fast asleep.

"There's plenty of room in the loft for all of us," Ezra stated, and though he didn't say it out loud, neither of them was cool with the idea of Ella staying in Rosewood alone. Mike had moved to Los Angeles with no intention of returning, and Ella was still grieving losing Byron just as much as Aria was.

A knock wrapped at the door, and they both glanced up to see Spencer.

"You guys ready," she asked. "Hardy's already in the cafe trying to take every bit of food Sabrina cooked this morning."

"Momma," Harper drawled.

Aria nodded, glancing down at Harper and then up at Spencer. "Yeah. Tell Hardy he better give my daughter some of those mini pies."

"Time to go," Harper asked excitedly.

Aria chuckled, glancing down at her once more. "Yes, baby. Time to go. Now go get your uncle and make him share those pies."