Author's Note: So this is going to be a multi-chapter fic, and it takes place after An EngAgement and after Planning Never Worked Well for Them Anyway. If you haven't read either of those (no worries, they are one-shots) I would suggest doing that first. However, if you don't want to, you won't be lost starting here. The A story line is not going to play a huge part of this - I might refer to it and I'm operating under the idea that it did happen, but going forward, they will most likely not be traipsing through the forest murdering folks.

ALSO! I want to know what you want from this story. I have some ideas, mostly fluffy things ;), but I want to know what you want to read. So make sure you give me feedback!

Aria was starting to show, but just barely. She scratched at the skin around her midsection – the itching had been relentless for the past week and she had a little rash to prove it. She let out a frustrated breath, not bothering to be gentle as she set the table.

"If you keep scratching, its just going to start to hurt," Ezra said from behind her.

"It's too late," Aria shot back over her shoulder. She put the final plate down with more force than she meant to and the reverberating clatter reminded her that she was being unreasonable. She sighed and let both of her hands drop to her side. "I'm sorry I keep snapping at you." She turned to look at Ezra but his back was to her.

"It's okay," he said, not turning around. She took a moment to appreciate him from behind as he stood over the sink, scrubbing potatoes. The waffle t-shirt he was wearing clung to his shoulders in a way that made her want to snuggle up next to him, and as she watched the way his arms made a back-and-forth motion, scrubbing the dirt from each potato, she couldn't help but acknowledge the heat that was beginning to rise somewhere behind her navel.

The itching wasn't the only thing that had started as she entered her second trimester. With each day came less morning sickness and more hormones.

And with the hormones came an increased libido. Which meant very good things for both of them.

"Are you sure we can't call and cancel?" she asked, sneaking up behind him and snaking her arms around his torso. "I could say I don't feel well, they wouldn't even suspect that it wasn't the truth."

Ezra turned the water off and placed the last potato on the counter next to the others. "Which is why we aren't going to do that," he answered, turning so that they were now chest-to-chest. He reached up and cupped her face. "It'll be fine," he said quietly, giving her a soft look.

Aria's breath caught in her chest. "You're getting me all wet," she said.

"Am I?"

His eyes burned into her, roaming over every inch of her skin. She could feel herself turning to putty beneath his gaze.

"I—" her voice cracked and she felt the heat rising, painting her cheeks pink. "That's not what I meant," she finally finished.

"No, but I am, aren't I?"

"Yes," she said simply. She angled her head up just barely, parting her lips, hoping he'd get the hint.

Ezra leaned down and nipped at her bottom lip, pulling the soft, supple skin between his teeth. He let his hands trail up from her cheeks, along her temple and buried them in her hair until one was caressing the nape of her neck and the other was trailing its way down her back.

"Ezra," she moaned into their kiss. There was a little reluctance and a little disappointment in it.

"What?" he said, teasing evident in his voice. He knew what he was doing, but it was so hard not to. She'd been nothing but pent up energy the past few days and he loved having the ability to take full advantage of it. If he thought the hormones associated with high-school-Aria were crazy, he was wrong. They were nothing compared to the hormones that came with pregnant-Aria. He pulled away, moving his hands to her hips. "Want me to stop?"

"No," she said at first. He gave her a look of surprise and started to lean back in for a second round of tongue-hockey. Aria held up her hand between them before he could completely close the distance. "Yes," she said, changing her mind. "Unless you're going to let me call and tell them not to come," she said.

Ezra smiled and changed his course, placing a quick little kiss on the tip of her nose instead. "No canceling," he said.

Aria sighed and tore herself away from his embrace, the absence of his warmth around her torso only adding to her agitation. She turned to walk back to the table, but before she was completely out of arm's reach, Ezra reached back and swatted, leaving a good smack on her right cheek. She whipped around and shot him a playfully daring glare.

"Oh you're in for it later, Mr. Fitz," she warned.

He leaned back against the counter, crossing his ankles and sweeping one hand through his messy black hair, not breaking eye contact with her the whole time. "Is that a promise, Miss Montgomery?"

Just as Aria was about to bite back with something witty (and potentially sexy), her cell phone began to buzz on the counter. The pent up sexual tension was growing between them and Aria could practically feel the blood as it coursed through her veins with extra fervor.

"Hello?" she said into the phone. Ezra gave her a questioning look.

"Hey, Aria, are Mom and Dad there yet?"

Aria pulled the phone back so that the receiving end was below her chin and mouthed, 'It's Mike,' before answering, "Not yet, but they should be here soon. Why?"

"Mom called and asked that I bring a bottle of wine from the house, but now I can't remember which one she wanted and she's not answering her phone," he said.

"Well have you tried calling Byron?" Aria asked. She waited, listening to his response while chewing nervously on her bottom lip.

Ezra wondered what Mike could be calling about. He knew that if he were canceling, Aria would look more excited. She'd been looking for a reason to push this dinner off all day.

"Okay, well just grab whatever you want. I'm sure it doesn't matter," she said, finally growing a little agitated. "Ezra and I probably won't even drink any. I've been trying to stick to water and he's not a wine drinker." She paused. "Yeah, all right. See you soon." She pulled the phone away from her ear and jabbed her thumb at the screen, then let it slide back to the counter.

"What was that about?" Ezra asked.

"Ella told Mike to bring a bottle of wine. Ezra, I'm not ready to do this."

"Yes you are," he said sweetly, coming over and leaning on the counter.

"My dad is going to kill you."

"Trust me, Aria, if your dad was going to kill me, he'd have done it by now."

"Fine, then my dad is going to kill me."

"No, he isn't. He loves you," Ezra said, holding her out at arm's length. "You're being a tad dramatic, don't you think?"

"Just because we haven't had any trouble from him in a while doesn't mean he's gotten used to the idea of us being together. Not really."

Ezra reached down and took a hold of her hands. He stared at their interlaced fingers and toyed with the ring that sat on her left hand. He looked up to meet her eyes.

"I love you, and I love this baby, and that's all that matters. I don't care if Ella and Byron aren't in love with the idea right away. They don't have to be." His attempt at making her feel less stressed wasn't really working, and he could tell, but he was trying his best. "And besides, they were okay with the idea of us getting married before there was a baby involved. They had to know we'd have kids someday."

Aria pulled back from his grasp and tucked her hair behind her hair, a nervous habit she'd developed recently. The short locks framed her face well and Ezra made a conscious effort to admire the way her pouty lips stuck out a little extra when she was visibly becoming irritated. She moved her hands so that one was resting on the top of her slight bump, the other absently itching at her side.

It was a subconscious motion. One that Ezra wanted to memorize and never forget.

"Just promise me that if the night starts to go poorly, we won't let it turn into a fight? I can't handle that right now."

"I promise," Ezra said, leaning forward to give her a chaste kiss. Before he pulled away, he looked into her eyes and said, "It's all going to be okay."

I know this is a short start, but I promise there is more to come soon. I hope you are enjoying it so far. Let me know what you're thinking, let me know what you're hoping will happen, let me know what scenes you'd like to see... I might go back and fill in those first three months (or bits of it) with some one-shots, but I'm trying something a little different in mid-pregnancy.

I'm excited to write this, but I am writing it as I go. Forgive me if there are inconsistencies along the way and forgive me if I'm slow to update. The more reviews the more likely I'll be to feel the need to update.