CHAPTER 1

A/N: I decide to make a fan fiction about what would've happened if Aria turned out to be pregnant with Ezra's baby. This takes place starting the 4th season. No book neither -A in the story.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

ARIA'S POV

I stood there, in front of the place where we spent lots of our time when we were together "The brew", sitting in a chair with a small table, waiting for the same meal he always orders, a slice of fresh-baked apple pie with a regular-size coffee adding in two Splenda's . I was watching him through the big window in front of the coffee shop which was always kind of draggled from the cold wet weather that it's been in Rosewood. I really was not sure if I was going to tell him, I wasn't even sure if was coming in. But I had to. He needed to know, he was going to find out eventually. The problem is not only that I am pregnant with his baby. The problem also is that he already has a son, which was one of the reasons we broke up, he does not need another one, another problem is that I'm 18 years old, and I am still in school, senior year to be precise.

The first time being pregnant came to my mind was two weeks after we broke up.

It was a nice Sunday morning and I started my day like any other, but what was different about this one was that I felt a little bit sick, but I just ignored it. I went into bathroom and took a shower. When I finished I changed into my clothes and went down to the kitchen to make some bacon and eggs. I started eating them until I felt something in my stomach, and then I felt it coming through my throat, and as I knew that I was about to throw up my breakfast, I ran into the sink and everything I just cooked was not in my stomach anymore, but falling through the kitchen sinkhole. The thought just passed in and out of my head, until my period was late, it wasn't coming, and this was only a few days after the nausea started. I still needed proof because I couldn't ask my mom or anyone about it nor talk about it until I was completely sure that I had a human being growing inside my body. So I went to the drug store and bought a pregnancy test. And it felt like it took forever for the pregnancy test to show the result, that mostly determines if the rest of your life will change forever. On the back of the box said "one line negative, two lines positive". When the time was up I looked in the mirror and just for a second imagined my rest of my life having this child. Then I just looked at the test and I saw 2 lines, which meant that everything in my life will change.

I took a step into the café and approached to him. He was using his laptop, and was too concentrated to notice I was there. He was wearing a simple dark green shirt and some jeans.

"Ezra…"

I could tell he recognized my voice because he looked right up a little bit surprised but also happy and for some reason he stood right up.

"Aria, hey." His voice sounded clear as always.

I inhaled air like if I was going to say something but the words didn't come out. I had to say it. I had to. I thought to myself to just let the words flow out, and that's what I did.

"I have to tell you something."

"Is everything okay?" Ezra said confused since we haven't seen each other in over a month.

I prepared myself for a second, because this also meant his life changing forever.

"I'm pregnant, and it's your baby" when those words came out I felt my voice cracking up at the end of the sentence.

I heard a gasp come out of his mouth. He looked at me straight in the eye and then his sight went to the floor slightly frowning in big confusion.

Everything felt silent in that moment, even though we weren't the only people in the coffee shop. Until a young guy, probably twenty years old interrupted the moment.

"Your order, sir" he held in one hand a thin small box, guessing that was the slice of pie, and on the other a cup full of coffee.

Ezra turned around to face the guy and grabbed the box and the cup.

I could see him shaking gently. As he took the stuff out of the guy's hands and cleared his throat.

"Thank you" he made a noticeable fake smile as he tried to control his feelings, which I still did not know how he was going to react to what I just said a minute ago.

He sat back down at the chair and I sat in front of him, he closed his laptop which was over a small table in between us.

"What do you want to do?" He said in extremely soft voice. He was resting his elbows on the table; his fingers entwined together slightly covering his mouth.

"Um uh, I don't know. I'm not sure" I was not sure how this was going to work, or if I was going to have the baby.

"When did you find out?"

"A week ago" I said looking at him, with my hands on my lap.

"How can this be possible? We haven't seen each other in over a month." You could see in his face that he was so confused and with so many questions, even though he has already past kind of the same thing with Maggie when he was in high school, but he felt relieved when she said she was going to abort the baby, which was actually not true, because that "baby" now sees Ezra almost every day.

"Well, the last time we slept together was two weeks before our break up, um, I started getting symptoms in the fourth week, and I did a test last week. It came out positive…"

"Who else knows?" He said.

"Nobody, just you" But I obviously have to start telling some people, like my mom.

Another long silence followed after what I said, my heart beating rapidly, hearing it in my ears and feeling it in my chest.

"I, I think, I'm going to keep the baby." I said, almost whispering.

"Aria, you're 18, are you sure?"

I felt tears forming in my eyes, but I didn't let them fall, I wiped them away.

"I know, but I can't bear to think of me basically killing a life, a baby, my baby."

Ezra was looking at me; I felt his hand touch mine lightly as it was lying on the table. I tensed up a little, realizing if this meant another chance for us as a couple. I didn't gave it a thought of it until now, I was to concentrated in thinking of being an 18 year old pregnant girl whose baby belongs her teacher.

"No matter what you choose, I want to be there for you." He said.

"Thank you"

He then looked at me with a confused face again, I really didn't care how many questions he asked, because I wanted him to clear any doubts. He then proceeded to ask.

"When are you planning on telling your mom?"

"Soon, but I had to tell you first. You are the father, I thought that you had the right to be the first person to know about this." I smiled lightly

"Thank you"

He smiled at me and finally opened the box which the pie was in, he took the pie out, he took a sip of his coffee and looked at me.

"You want it?" He probably saw my face, craving for the pie, perks of being a pregnant women.

He pushed the box with one hand to my side of the little table.

"umm, no, it's yours" I was lying, I did want some.

He then grabbed a fork that was just beside the pie inside the little box and sliced I little piece out of the edge of the delicious looking pie.

"Common, I know you want some." He said as he reached to my mouth, feeding me the little sliced piece.

I reached over so he didn't have to stretch his arm so much and open my mouth and then savored it, I smiled at him while I chewed, it was really good.

He smiled back, cut another piece and put it in his mouth.

I had nothing else to do there, and I was really tired even thought it was 7 o' clock. "I got to go, we will keep in touch." I said and got up from the chair.

He got up from his chair. "Well, ok, I will see you later then." He said just before leaning for a hug. He hugged me, and for a moment I rested my head on his chest and I could smell his cologne, the same cologne he has always used.

After a few seconds we let go of each other, I started waking to the door of the café and just when I got there I turned around to see if he was still standing, he was, and he was looking straight at me, with his beautiful dark blue eyes. I smiled at him and turned back around and started walking home.

I was laying on the bathroom floor, like almost every morning since I started getting morning sickness I first ate my breakfast that I was a few moments later going to throw up, then started to run the water in the shower, and usually puked while I was showering. Puking in the shower help bring less attention, that way I didn't take more time getting ready than the usual. Thank goodness it is not as frequent as a few weeks ago and its finally going away, not the baby, the morning sickness. after puking and cleaning myself, I went to my room across the hall and changed to my clothes, I was wearing a pair of red leggings with a black translucent top under that I was wearing a white tank top, I was afraid to be late to school so I just grab a the first pair of shoes that I saw, a pair of black leather boots that were knee high. I brushed my hair and did my makeup as fast as I could. When I finally finished I grabbed my stuff and headed outside to my car so I could drive to school.

A/N: So... if you have any suggestions or something you think it could add well to the story I will maybe give them a shot, also tell me what you think of the story so far. Do you like it? Do you hate it? Pease review.