Hi! This is my 1st story I've ever written, so don't be harsh! :D Its from the story Forgotten, Yes. Forgiven? Maybe. MissSuzanna and I are real life BFF's so yeah. Its from Aria and Ezra's POV. ;)

Aria's POV :D

"I'm not pregnant!" Hanna squealed, jumping into Caleb's arms. My heart sunk a little. I would have to go through this alone. Being pregnant.

Ezra and I, um, "did it" around 3 weeks ago.

We were seated on his couch, in a heavy make out session. As our tongues collided, I started to unbutton his shirt.

"Aria... we can't," He breathed after pulling away.

"Please Ezra? I want this...so badly," I whispered.

"Me too, but what if you get pregnant?"

I hadn't thought about that. "Crap, I'm not on the pill..."

He smiled softly. "I have protection..."

I grinned. "So are you saying we can, ya know..."

He kissed me hard, answering my my question.

"Why the long face, Aria?" I heard Hanna ask.

"Oh, sorry, I was just in a daze," I replied.

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I walked to Ezra's apartment the next morning. I had to tell him about the baby. I got there and knocked on his door nervously. I felt like I had to throw up. Well, maybe that was the morning sickness.

He opened the door, smiling, completely oblivious. "Hey! What are you doing here?"

When I didn't smile back or answer his happiness quickly vanished. "Baby, what's wrong?" I flinched at the word "baby."

"Um, Ezra, we need to talk..."

He motioned for me to come in, so I did, and we sat on the couch. I tried to hold back the tears, but my pregnancy hormones were kicking in I guess. Tears started to fall rapidly and Ezra hugged me, confused as Hell. "What's wrong? You're really scaring me Aria!"

This was it. "I-I'm p-p-pregnant," I sobbed into his shirt.

"Um, what? Did I just hear you right?"

"I'm p-pregnant," I said again, but louder. Ezra's muscles tensed.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure!" I almost yelled.

He stood up abruptly and sat down again at his kitchen bar, putting his head in his hands. It was like that for what seemed to be hours.

I finally mustered up the courage to whisper "Ezra?" Of course, bringing a new flood of tears.

He waited a few minutes to reply. "I'm sorry," He whispered back groggily. I could see tiny drops of water below his head. He had been crying.

"Sorry for what?"

"For screwing up your life, Aria!" He boomed.

"You didn't," I said in a tiny voice.

"Well, what are we going to do?" He asked.

Okay! Review! They WILL NOT have an abortion OR give it away. I was adopted when I was 12 and it is NO FUN going to all those foster homes. And abortion is just wrong. REVIEWWWW! :D