A/N : Ezria story with a hint of other characters, I wrote two versions of this story. Enjoy.
Aria POV
"Tofu? How do you crave tofu? It literally tastes like nothing," Ezra raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. I just do. And hurry, when you get back I'd like to watch a movie," I stood on my tip toes and pecked my husbands lips. He sat in his car and drove off. I waited until he was out of sight before I called the girls, "Hey. He's out," I confirmed. Caleb and Toby were throwing a guy's only party this weekend. But he refused to go because he didn't want to be away from me. The plan was to get him to the mall then Caleb would steal his car. The first move he'd make is phoning the police, they'll be expecting his call. The car has tracker, Toby tells Ezra He tracked down the car. They eventually get to the car which is also the destination for the party. I've already packed his bag of clothes for the weekend and put it in Tobys van.
I sighed heavily, only now realising that I'm not going to see Ezra for the weekend and that I didn't say a proper goodbye. Hanna pulled up outside our house, "Let's get this party started," She yelled out and carried a huge bag filled with alcoholic beverages. "Han. I'm not partying, pregnant. Remember?" I asked. She nodded. "Oh she remembers. All that's for herself. That bag took up gift space," Emily got out the passenger side and handed me a gift bag, walked to the cars boot and carried as many box's as she could. "Isn't Spencer getting out?" I questioned. "On the phone with her mom," Hanna answered. Emily, Hanna and I walked into the house. I set the bag on the kitchen counter and Emily set her box's next to it. "Hey," Spencer came in. I greeted her with a hug and peck on her cheek. "My mom's bringing the rest. She'll be here in a minute or so," Spencer said, bringing in gifts from my baby shower that she threw for Ezra and I in the barn. "Wow. She's not even born yet and she's got things to last her a good two years," I stated, "Soon she'll be taking over my closet space." Last night, Ezra and I got home really late, we didn't manage to pack our gifts in his car so Spencer promised to bring it as soon as she could.
We sat in the baby room as soon as Mrs. Hastings delivered the gifts, Spencer and I on the two seater couch and Emily on floor with Hanna. The room was filled with tiny boxes with bows on them. I opened the first box, "That's from my mom," Spencer said. I pulled the outfit out and held it agaisnt myself for the girls to see. It was a white dress patterned with tiny turquoise dots, a matching turquoise jacket and shoes. I noticed the tag. "Oscar de la renta?" I questioned, "Haven't heard that before." Hanna gasped loudly. We all snapped to her attention. "What?" I asked. "Oscar de la renta is a famous designer. Anything from that fashion line is worth a fortune, even down to something as tiny as a pin," Hanna smiled, proud that this is her area of expertise. I looked at Spencer, "Your mom definitely didn't have to do this. I'm sending it back," I started neatly wrapping the clothing. Spencer stopped me, "No. Don't do that. She gave instructions. She said that if ever you find out who the designer is, She knows you'd freak out so her instruction was that you can't return it," Spencer took the clothing out again and stood, walking to the walk in closet to put it on a hanger. Emily opened the next box, a baby monitor. "It's from," She looked for a tag. "-A." Her eyes widened. "WHAT?" Hanna, Spencer and I yelled out. "Kidding. Geez guys," Emily laughed. We gave her a stern look. "It's from me," She winked. "Thank you, Em. Could you set it up?" I asked. She nodded and got right to it. Hannas turn was next, She carefully opened the gift box, inside was a pair of stockings, shoes and a black and pink tutu, "From Mona," Hanna said. "Aww. Our baby girl would look like a princess in that," I smiled warmly. We went through gifts for the next hour or so. Spencer made note of who got me what so I could start on the thank you notes. "I still don't understand why he didn't want to go out tonight," Hanna said as she put the last onesie on a hanger. "Caleb and Toby are literally his best friends." "He's only this way because I'm about to pop," I shrugged, "I'm sure that if it was any other time, he wouldn't turn down the invite." My phone rang from across the room. Since it was closer to Hanna, She handed it to me. "Unknown number?" I questioned. Before I could answer, Spencer's phone rang as well. She moved from the room so we could both talk without disturbing each others calls. "Hello?" I answered. "Good day, I'm looking for Mrs. Fitz," "This is she," "Ma'am, you're speaking to officer Carroll. We would like you to come down to Rosewoods Medical," "Whats wrong?" I asked while running into my room and grabbing my black coat. "Ma'am, we are not permitted to discuss this over the phone," She said and ended the call. "Who was it?" Emily asked when I got back into the baby's room. "We have to go," Spencer said running pass the room, making her way to my car. I grabbed the car keys and threw them at her. She caught it and got in. Hanna and Emily were hot on our heels. Spencer drove as fast as she possibly could, "Caleb texted me. Ezra and Toby were supposed to have arrived to the party a half hour ago," Hanna said. "Tell him to meet us at the Medical," Spencer said. Hanna nodded.
As soon as we had arrived, Emily said she'd park the car while Spencer and I went in. "Hello," I said to the receptionist. "Mrs. Fitz, I've got a call-" I started explaining myself when someone cut me off, "Mrs. Fitz and Mrs. Cavanaugh," the voice called out. We turned to see a brunette in a police uniform. "Officer Carroll. Officer Michael," She gestured to the man. Spencer seemed to be familiar with his name, I guess he made the call to her. "Could you come with me," She asked and started walking to the waiting room. "What's going on?" I asked. "Mr. Fitz and Mr. Cavanaugh have been involved in an accident," She stated firmly. "Are they alright? When can we see them? How did this accident happen?" Spencer blurted. "They're both in critical condition. You will be able to see them soon after surgery. We have a witness if you'd like to speak to her?" Carroll offered. Spencer and I agreed. "Miss. Peters," The officer called out and nodded at us. The young girl, who looked to be about 16 or 17, walked towards us from the vending machine. "Could you please tell these young ladies what exactly you've witnessed?" Carroll politely asked. "Hi, Stella," She introduced herself. "I was walking my dog when the robot turned red for me and green for cars. The brown van, with Mr Fitz and Mr Cavanaugh, moved off as it was their right of way. It was then that I heard a loud horn. The truck sped through the red robot and crashed into the brown van. I immediately called an ambulance," She sounded shaken. "Thank you," I said. She nodded and gave Spencer and I a hug, "I hope they're okay." "I'll give you ladies some time to process all of this. If you need anything, feel free to give me a call. I was a close friend to Mr Cavanaugh and will be happy to help out in any way possible." She walked away after we thanked her. Hanna and Emily were given the run down by Spencer while I phoned the necessary people, i.e. Ezras brother and mother and my parents. Spencer was next, She contacted everyone who would want to know about Toby. Once we gave everyone the news, we've promised that we'd keep them updated, Hanna even created a group chat. We sat patiently in the waiting area, Spencer in Emily's embrace and I in Hannas. Caleb came rushing in a second later. He kissed Hanna on the forehead and held Spencer's hand while embracing me and nodding to Emily. "Still no news," Hanna hit send after receiving a message from Mike on the group. Minutes seemed like an eternity, I was beginning to get impatient. "Let's go for a walk to the cafeteria? You haven't eaten," Hanna said when she realised we've actually been sitting here for an eternity. Three hours, no exaggeration this time. "I'm fine," I said, "You guys can go. You don't have to stick around," Spencer told them. "We'll be okay." Hanna obliged, surprisingly. They left after kissing our cheeks and asking us to phone when we have any updates. Spencer moved to sit beside me, "Aria. Please don't worry. It's not good for the baby," She said calmly. "I can't not worry, Spence," I closed my eyes, trying not to burst into tears again. "I understand that. But I'm worried about you as well. Not just Ezra and Toby. I'm worried because I know what stress can cause in a pregnancy. So please, for the sake of your baby, be calm. I'm here, everything will be okay," She caressed my back. "Damn. I should've taken Hanna up on that food offer, I'm hungry," She smiled. I looked into her eyes, Spencer was hurting too. She has the biggest heart, She gave herself time to worry and then bounced back to her caring self just to be here for me. She was definitely not hungry, she's eating for the sake of me. She's eating so I'd eat as well. "Lucky you," Hanna called out from the end of the hallway, her voice echoing through the room. She eventually got to where we were seated and handed us two sandwiches and two bottles of water. "What kind of a friend would leave you two at a time like this?" She asked and held us close, "It's not that easy to get rid of me. It'll be okay, I love you." She whispered. "Mrs. Cavanaugh," a nurse called out. Spencer's attention moved from her sandwich to the nurse. "Yes?" She stood and Hanna and I followed. "We have good news. Mr Cavanaugh is recovering. You can see him as soon as he wakes up," She smiled. We embraced Spencer, Happiness all around. But then I saw the nurse turn away, at the back of my mind I thought she'd tell me the same about Ezra. "Nurse Jane?" I called out. She stopped and turned to me, "What about Mr Fitz? Is he recovering as well? When can we see him?" I asked with hope in my voice. She looked at me with sad eyes. "It's too early to tell. I'm sorry," She turned to leave. "Hey," Emily came back. She had four dozen flowers in each hand and Caleb on her tail with balloons, cards and chocolates. "It's for when they wake up," Emily tried to lighten the mood. Spencer gave her the good news about Toby. Suddenly a red light filled the hospital. The walls turned from white to a flashing red. All the nurses gathered at their station immediately. A lady in red, who I assume to be the nurse in charge of this ward, spoke to them. I couldn't tell what she was saying because they were far away. She pointed to four nurses. They removed their current nursing gowns and were helped, to put on a pale green surgery uniform, by other staff. "What's going on?" I asked. Emily, Spencer and Hanna grabbed me in an instant. I didn't realise I was falling. I felt my body shift from being in their arms, to being in Calebs. Everything happened in slow motion.
First, I saw the four nurses rush past me and up the emergency staircase. Then, I looked at Spencer to ask what's going on. Third, I felt my head spin, things were becoming black and I could faintly hear Hanna asking for help. I blinked back and saw Spencer. She brushed the hair away from my face. My body floated. I couldn't open my eyes again. But when I did, I saw Caleb. He was carrying me. Then I felt my body go even more limb than it already was. And then, black.
I slowly opened my eyes. I studied my surroundings, unsure of what exactly was happening around me. "She's awake," Spencer called out the door. "Honey. Hi," She cooed. I looked at her, blankly. "Mrs. Fitz," a nurse walked in. "Nurse Nancy," She pointed at her name tag. "How are you feeling?" She questioned. I didn't know how I felt. What does normal feel like anymore? I mean, I've been waiting here for Ezra for a long time. How does she expect me to be? Oh snap. Ezra. "Ezra," was the only thing that came out my mouth. The nurse looked at Spencer then at me. "I'll give you some time," She said and left. "Time?" I managed to slowly regain my composure. "Time for what? I just want to see Ezra," I said and burst into tears. Spencer held my hand. "Spencer. Please," I begged. In those two words, I begged for her to tell me good news, to tell me that Ezra is just around the corner. She squeezed my hand tight. "Aria, Ezra didn't make it," She said, softly. "What?" I asked, hoping that what she said was distorted by my sobs. "The surgery was unsuccessful as he lost a lot of blood and it was too late to save him," She explained. "How far back do I need to go?" Spencer got comfortable. "All I remember is Hanna asking for help, so about an hour or so back," I said. She looked at me with sympathy. "Aria. You fainted yesterday. At around 1am. The red lights? Those were for Ezra. They needed nurses asap in the surgery room. The doctor who was with you had to perform an emergency C-section because your pressure was dramatically decreasing over time. Little Fitz was born at 4am on the 16th of January. Ezra didn't make it that far. You were sedated and continuously dropped in and out of consciousness," She explained each part slowly, allowing me to take it all in. She held me close and I cried into her shoulder. "How am I going to do this alone? Whenever I was afraid, Ezra would tell me we're in this together. I don't know how to raise a kid. Spencer, I'm screwed. One hundred percent screwed." "Hey come on," She said after a while, "Everything will be okay. You have all of us here. I promise to be here every step of the way. Now, don't you want to be with your baby girl? I think its about time," She smiled down at me after about 3 minutes of me crying hysterically. "Hanna," She said, aloud. Hanna walked in with a white bundle in her arms. She placed her in my arms. I cried, again, but this time it was tears of joy. "Hi there, little one," I smiled at her. She was gorgeous. "I can't believe I don't remember giving birth," I said. Spencer nodded to Hanna and she left, promising to bring the rest of the family in a half hour later. "We couldn't name her because none of us knew what you and Ezra decided on," Spencer explained. "Ezra wanted to name her Azalea. I wanted to name her Paris," I smiled slightly. "Paris Azalea Fitz," I looked at Spencer, confirming my new born baby girls name. Spencer summoned the officiating doctor and I signed the papers. "Were you here the entire time I was out of consciousness?" I asked while trying to sit up. Spencer took Paris away from me, placed her in her plastic baby cot that was covered in baby friendly sheets, and helped me. "Yes. But so was everyone else," She smiled kindly and handed Paris back to me once I was comfortable. "She looks like Ezra," I caressed her cheek. "That's true. He would have been proud of you both," Spencer tried to hold back her tears, I could hear it in her voice. She turned towards the door and wiped her face, "So, you'll be discharged tomorrow," She stated. I looked around the room, worried about how I'm going to manage getting all of these things back home. "Your mom insisted on staying with you, I told her she didn't have to because you have us and we don't mind. But she played the 'I'm her mom' card on us," She sat on the chair next to the door. "I'll be okay. Ella has priorities, Tell my mom not to worry herself," I said. "Worry about what?" Ella walked in as if on cue. "Mom," I smiled widely. "Hey honey, how are you feeling?" Ella asked. "Im better, I think," I responded. She hugged me while being careful not to hurt Paris, who she took from me. "Hey there, my favourite grandchild," She cooed. "Your only grandchild," I raised an eyebrow and laughed lightly. She smiled, "Did you change her diaper?" She asked me. I shook my head, "Not yet." I moved the covers off of myself and tried to get to the changing table. "No no, you can't do that just yet," My mom said as Spencer shook her head and helped me back in. "But I want to change her," I sulked, "I didn't have a turn." "First of all, in a few months you'll be wishing someone could take your turn," my mom said. After seeing the look on my face, She sighed and gave in. "Try to cross your legs," She said. Spencer assisted me in sitting upright. Ella placed Paris on the open space infront of my crossed legs. "Do you know how to?" She asked me. I nodded. Spencer handed me the wipes, diaper and baby powder. To be honest, I don't know how to. I'm basically going to wing it. I removed the old diaper, making mental notes of the way it was set. I then looked at my mom for help after realising that there wasn't a point in me pretending. "It's simple once you get the hang of it," She said. She turned Paris to face her and successfully cleaned her and put on a new diaper. "What formula have they been giving baby?" My mom asked. I shrugged, embarrassed that I didn't know. "It's in there," Spencer pointed at the nearby drawer. Ella handed me my daughter and walked over to the drawer. "I planned on breastfeeding. Ezra did a whole lot of research back when we found out about Paris," I said, feeling myself start to tear up, "He used to come home from work, excited that he had more information for me to go through." I smiled at the memory. I looked up at my mom and saw that she put the formula away and started walking towards me. "Feed her," She smiled and winked. "Just dont freak out if she doesn't latch on. What do you feel like eating?" She asked and grabbed her handbag. "Pizza, please," I said. She kissed my forehead and then baby's cheek. "Hanna can come in now. Some rule about two visitors per patient. I'll send her up," She waved and left.
