So this is my first PLL story. It is based on Ezria but will have some Haleb, Spoby, Paily, and Nolison (Noel and Alison). Basically, this was supposed to be a one shot but my brain said, "No! Story!" And I began writing again and when I write this on 6/10, I am 1.) Excited for this story and 2.) Excited for the Season Premiere tonight! *screams*

And now.. the prologue

A man and woman stood at the end of the aisle, one dressed in black, the other in white. People cheered loudly, rose petals were thrown around the room, but the couple couldn't hear anything. They were too in love, too busy kissing.

Fast forward a few months, the newlyweds are standing in the middle of their tiny apartment, surrounds by boxes full of their stuff. Her parents, her brother and his walk around, grabbing boxes and taking them down to the moving van,while she talks to her friends, tearing up at the thought of moving away from them, while he stands with his friends, doing their lame bro hug and turning to the girls, who've already got the man's wife crying, saying she'll miss them.

A week later, the couple stands in front of their new home, a home out from the city with a big yard he had always wanted, a few towns away from her parents and friends and even farther from his family that he can't stand, except for his brother at times. The moving van pulls up and they begin unloading their things.

A few months later, she's at home, jumping with excitement until he gets home. He arrives and she kisses him, using the old, 'Welcome home, honey.' line, before she pulls out her present to him and squeals as a grin waves over his face. They end up stripping each other on the couch, the positive pregnancy test a mere ten feet away on the floor.

The couple has had their first doctor's appointment and called up all of their loved ones, saying they need to come visit the house. A week later, the woman and man are talking with family and friends, including his friends, her friends, her parents, and both of their brothers. They are all sitting down in the living room, requested by the woman, when she finally exclaims they are having a baby. They are greeted with squeals and, 'Congratulations!' or 'I'm going to be an uncle!' or 'I'm going to be an aunt!' or 'I'm going to be a grandparent.'

Flash forward and she's in the hospital, nine months pregnant and ready to pop. Their loved ones are back and anxiously waiting for their news, while their celebrate with their significant others. She's in the room, yelling in pain when she finally gives birth to a healthy baby boy named Michael Andrew.

Years later, she sits on the porch, watching him play around, running with his friends he met in kindergarten, when her husband pulls up from work. She greets him with a kiss and he goes inside, only to rush back out when he find the news she left for him. He ends up hugging her and kissing her, celebrating their second baby.

Nine months later, she is back in her hometown while he's forced to go on a trip because of work, when she goes into labor. News gets to him and he arrives just as she gives birth, this time with her best friend, who's a nurse, her mother, and her husband, to a beautiful baby girl, whom they name Vivian Rose and her five-year old Michael has a sibling.

It's only a year and half after Vivian's birth when they gets news that her father has suffered a heart attack. They rush back home and she is by her father's side with her husband and mother when he passes away. She's depressed for a few weeks before she begins to cheer up, helping in her son and daughter's lives.

Not four months later, she starts to feel sick and tired all of the time. She finds out she is pregnant again, this time very unplanned. She shares the news with her husband and he thinks it's great news.

At 7 weeks pregnant, she is awaken by severe pain in her abdomen that just won't go away. She moves to get out of bed but almost screams when she finds blood on the sheets. She shakes her husband and he rolls over and finds his wife moaning in pain and the blood and jumps up. He calls 911 and tells her to wait in the bed, while he goes out front and waits for the ambulance.

The two are in their hospital room, the woman put through test after test, while her mother has their children, when finally, a doctor comes in and breaks the news to the couple. She had a miscarriage. The woman falls apart, sobbing into her husband's chest, even as he sheds a few tears.

The couple tries to go back to their normal lives back by themselves in the country but with the woman becoming severely depressed, her husband begins to suggest moving back to their home with her mother. She reacts angrily but gives in, knowing she's getting worse. Instead of having her pack, he has her friends come and get her, while his brother helps him pack and sell the house. He resigns his job and buys a house, not three blocks from her mother.

After months of severe depression, she begins to play with her children more and more, finally really smiling when her son tells a silly joke or when her daughter laughs when her husband tickles her. She finally seems happy.

Until she falls pregnant again.

She knows she should be happy, but she's afraid. She eventually becomes so afraid that one day, when she is gone out-of-town, dragged by her friends, she feels that same pain in her abdomen. She cries until she can't cry anymore when she finally gets to the hospital. She is alone when she receives the news this time, making her heartbreak all the worse. He arrives later and finds out the news, now crying by himself when she's asleep.

Months later, she's still not back to normal and they are fighting more than ever, breaking their son's heart. At the age of six, he watches his parents fight every day, trying to keep it cool, but even if he goes a day without seeing it, they keep him up at night sometimes, yelling at each other. His sister, at only three, doesn't understand any of it and he is envious of her.

He finally goes up to his mother, while he knows his father is at work and his sister is asleep, while his mother lies on the couch, hoping to be by herself. He asks her, "Mommy, why do you and Daddy fight?" She sits up and looks up at him. "We fight because all Mommies and Daddies fight, sweetie." She says. "But you and Daddy keep me awake and I'm scared." He says and he sees tears in his mother's eyes. "You're scared? Why?" She asks him. "Because I don't want to lose either of you. Mommy, please don't cry." He says, a tear going down his own cheek. She grabs him and pulls him close, hugging him. "I promise we won't fight like that again, honey." She promises then sends him to his room to play. She goes to her bedroom and when her husband arrives home, he finds her crying. She explains her conversation with their son and he hugs her, comforting her and she begins to feel like herself again, for once since Vivian was born.

Weeks later, she's smiling again, because more involved in things at her son's school, while having Vivian in daycare. She's hanging out with her friends, becoming closer to her mother. Her mother is now 46 but she's met another guy, one that her daughter approves with and months later, she stands in her mother's wedding, smiling all the way.

Months after her mother's wedding, she finally deals with her reality as she stares herself down in the mirror in her home. She has a son, who is now nearing seven years old, while her daughter is just over three years old, and now... she's pregnant for the fifth time.

If there are any spelling or grammar mistake, please alert me. I do not have a beta but I am open to have one to help me. So I hope you enjoy this story and please review! See you in a few days or so!