This idea was inspired by an episode of Private Practice in which Lucy Hale guest-starred as a teen mother. Will definitely be a multi-chapter, following as closely to the show's timeline as possible. Though to clear things up, in this story Aria's family takes a two year sabbatical as opposed to only a year. Each chapter will loosely follow an episode with minor(ok… MAJOR) additions to fit in with my storyline.

All rights to familiar characters belong to Sara Shepherd, Marlene King and ABC Family.

"Oh, shit." Were the first words to escape Aria Montgomery's mouth as she held in her hand the results of a test that would change her life forever. Life changes seemed to be the only thing this summer would bring. Only one month ago Alison DiLaurentis, one of her four best friends, had disappeared into thin air, causing heartbreak and fear to run rampant throughout her hometown of Rosewood, Pennsylvania. She and her three other best friends, Spencer Hastings, Hanna Marin and Emily Fields, had already begun to drift apart in Alison's absence. She had, after all, been the one to bring the five of them together at the beginning of seventh grade. She and Spencer had already been fairly close, but Hanna had rarely spoken to anyone and Emily seemed to only care about her swimming until Alison had invited each of them over for a sleepover. That sleepover would be the first of many, and would begin a friendship amongst them that would be almost impossible to replace. In fact, it was at one such sleepover that Ali had gone missing.

Aria couldn't remember what exactly had happened that night, only that Spencer had returned to the barn scared, saying that she couldn't find Ali anywhere. The four searched and searched the woods surrounding the Hastings and DiLaurentis home, but were unable to locate her. For several days after her disappearance Aria, Spencer, Hanna and Emily were all but harassed by the police, answering the same questions over and over again, only to be informed that there were no leads and that their help was much appreciated. After the girls had each been ruled out as suspects, they began to speak less and less, leading Aria to seek comfort elsewhere, and now there she stood with three positive pregnancy tests in her hand.

For a few brief moments, her mind and body felt numb. It was as if she were having an out-of-body experience, as if she were watching herself and not actually being within her own body. She, Aria Montgomery, was pregnant. Pregnant, at thirteen and three quarters. Tears began to form in her eyes as the reality of her situation began to truly sink in. As if things weren't already going from bad to worse, what with Ali's disappearance and the disintegration of her parents' marriage, she would be giving birth to a child in less than nine months. She would be giving birth to a child before she was even old enough to drive! She glanced back down at the tests to make sure what she was seeing was accurate, but there were the three pink plus signs that sealed her fate. She looked at herself in the mirror and watched as her tears fell freely from her eyes.

"Put on your big girl panties, Aria." She told herself. "You don't have time to act like a cry baby when there's an actual cry baby on its way."

*PLL*

"Well, Aria, you're only about 5 weeks along now. I can give you a more accurate date in a few more weeks, but I would say you're due around mid-to-late March." The doctor paused before continuing. "Have you told your parents yet, Aria?"

Unable to form words right away, Aria simply shook her head. The day she'd taken the tests she'd called Planned Parenthood to set up an appointment, wanting to keep it hidden from her parents until she knew for sure that she was with child. Now that she had solid proof, she knew she couldn't keep the secret for much longer.

"What about the father?" Again, Aria shook her head. If she could help, no one would even know who the father was. Even if she had to start her own rumor about being a whore, she had no intentions of ever speaking to or seeing him again.

"Do you plan on telling them? I don't mean to pry, but I know that at your age something like this is certainly unexpected, and I just want you to be aware of all of your options. I can provide you with any and all information you would like, but I strongly recommend discussing this with your parents, or another adult that you trust. And if you're considering one of the options over the other two, you will need to speak to the father."

"I don't have any options." Aria whispered, as she felt another wave of tears take over. "I can't give it up, and I can't kill it. My parents will probably kill me, but I just can't. And I don't want him to know, I've already ruined my own life, I can't do that to his, too."

"Well…" Dr. Herron pulled out a card from her pocket and handed it over to Aria. "I will need to see you again in about a month, then. The number to my private office is there as well as my cell if you have any questions at all, please call me. I know you think you don't have any options, but just give yourself a few weeks to think it over, ok?"

Aria nodded and accepted the card as well a prescription for prenatal vitamins before leaving the clinic and beginning to walk back home. On the way she considered how exactly she would tell her parents. They would be furious, of course, but she knew they would have to accept it eventually. What else could they do, really?

*PLL*

"Say something… please?"

Aria sat at one end of the dining room table as her parents sat slack-jawed at the other end and her younger brother, Mike, sat across from her looking as white as a ghost. She hadn't intended to tell them just yet, but over dinner a wave of nausea had rushed over her and when she returned to the table her parents asked if she was feeling alright.

"Maybe she's knocked up!" Mike had joked, earning him a smack on the head from their father, Byron, and a deer caught in headlights look from his sister.

"Aria?" Ella had asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm so, so sorry!" was all Aria could muster as she began to wail uncontrollably. She'd expected them to yell, to scream, something. What she did not expect was the silent stares she was receiving now. It took several more moments for either of them to speak and when they did, Aria realized that she hadn't thought of how she'd answer her father's question.

"Who is the father?" the calmness in Byron's tone almost frightened Aria. Bad news and calmness were not a combination she had ever seen in her father. The question, though, had gone unanswered long enough for him to raise his voice. "Did you hear me, Aria? Who the hell is the father?"

"Byron, please let her talk…" Ella placed her hand on her husband's forearm, urging him to relax before the world imploded, only for him to shrug her off and rise to his feet.

"Dammit, Aria, what were you thinking, having sex at your age? You're thirteen years old, for Christ's sake!"

"Mike, I think you need to go upstairs." Ella muttered to her son, who gladly obliged as quickly as his feet would allow. Aria watched him ascend the staircase before turned back to her father's glare and her mother's now glassy eyes.

"I'm sorry." She repeated. "I didn't mean for this to happen, it just did. After Alison disappeared-"

"Don't you dare use that as an excuse, young lady! We raised you better than to be a sl-"

"Byron!"

"Ella, don't tell me you're alright with this?" Byron turned to his wife, who shared the same frightened expression as his daughter. "She isn't even in high school and she's already spread her legs for some guy and gotten knocked up!"

"Of course I'm not alright with it!" Ella yelled back. "But she has been through absolute Hell this summer, would you please just listen to her!"

"Daddy…" Aria cried. "I'm sorry."

"No," Byron said, his voice suddenly returning to a calm level. "You're not. If you were, this never would have happened. I have never, Aria Nicole, been so ashamed of you."

With that, he threw down the napkin he had been holding in a vice grip for the past several moments and stormed out of the house.

"He hates me…" Aria cried into her mother's arms as Ella rocked her back and forth.

"He could never hate you, Aria." Ella whispered. "But, what did you expect? This is possibly the worst thing your father and I could have ever wanted for you." They sat there for several minutes, crying together before Aria finally pulled away and looked her mother in the eyes for the first time.

"Why aren't you taking off, too? Why aren't you yelling and screaming and hating me like Dad?"

"Because," Ella wiped a tear from her daughter's cheek with the pads of her thumbs and brushed the hair from her face. "I have always told you that you can tell me anything and I will love you just the same. Am I disappointed? Absolutely. But yelling at you, and refusing to listen to you isn't going to make this go away, even if we all wish it could."

"I'm so sorry, Mommy."

"I know, baby."

*PLL*

"She's not having an abortion, Byron."

"Well, I'm not letting her bring that kind of shame onto our family, Ella. We don't even know who the damn father is!"

"But we can't force her into making that decision. When she is ready she will tell us, but until then we need to learn to accept that she wants to keep this baby."

Arias sat at the top of the stairs listening to her parents argue in the den. It had been nearly three weeks since they accidentally discovered that she was pregnant and her father had yet to speak to her about anything. Her cell phone and laptop had been taken away from her, her parents even screened the house calls she received, limiting her to the few and far between calls she had gotten from the other girls as access to the outside world. Her father, though not speaking to her, had made it clear that he was bound and determined to make this problem go away without anyone outside of their family unit knowing. Her mother had been shocked at first, but overall had been very patient and understanding, which was a huge relief for Aria who had expected the absolute worst from both parents.

"I still don't see how you can just accept this!" Byron shouted. In the beginning, the two had spoken in hushed voices that Aria could scarcely hear, but the more days that passed the less her father seemed to care if she heard him.

"I don't want to accept it!" Ella retorted. "But it's not my body; I'm not in control of this situation anymore than you are. We did raise her to be better than… this, but we did not raise her prepared to lose her best friend in the entire world at thirteen. We thought she was fine after Alison went missing, but clearly she wasn't because she sought comfort with someone else. And believe me, I have grilled her over who that someone is, but she doesn't want us to know! She's confused and she's scared, Byron, just like we are. The difference being that she is a child, our child, and we are her parents. We are supposed to love her, and accept her and protect her. Clearly we failed at the last bit, and now she needs us more than ever, Byron. If you force her into something she clearly doesn't want, we are both going to lose her forever."

Aria truly felt blessed that her mother was remaining as calm as she was about the situation. She had heard her mother crying when she thought no one else was around, and she knew that inside this was killing her, but not once had Ella forced her into talking when she didn't want to, nor did she yell or scream at her the way Byron had. Aria hated hearing her parents fight this way, but deep down she knew that Ella was right. If she aborted, she would hate Byron forever. If she gave her own child away, she would hate him and herself forever. This was truly a no-win situation for everyone. At times like this she considered calling him, telling him what was going on, but she refrained. He was long, long gone by now.

"If she doesn't abort, then I'm taking the sabbatical and this family is going." Byron said firmly. "I will not be made a fool in front of our neighbors and friends, and I will not have her harassed by her peers about something like this. We're going somewhere where people don't know us if she's so damn insistent on keeping this mistake."

Aria felt an enormous weight being lifted from her shoulders then. A few days before the big reveal, her father had announced that Hollis College had offered for their family to take a two year sabbatical in Iceland, which Byron had initially responded to with a "let me discuss this with my family." Perhaps, Aria thought, if they left the prying eyes and ears of Rosewood, he could learn to accept that she was going to be a mother, and he a grandfather.

*PLL*

Aria and her family had been back in Pennsylvania for less than three hours and Aria was already beginning to feel homesick for Iceland. They were just pulling up to their old home on Starling Court when the toddler in the car seat beside her finally lulled off to sleep. Elliot Michael Montgomery was now nearing eighteen months old and the light of the Montgomery household. Everyone who had encountered him in Iceland had made sure Aria knew that he was most definitely her spitting image, and she thanked God for that. She wasn't conceited in the least, but it comforted her to know that he was her mirror-image, and not the sperm donor whose name wasn't even on Elliot's birth certificate.

In the past two years, she'd had to give up a lot and grow up very fast, but it was worth it to have this funny, charming, healthy, and absolutely perfect little boy in her life. Her parents had been very firm on the "he's your baby and your responsibility" front, and Aria could not thank them enough for it. Her mother had been a huge help when it came to continuing her education, and Aria had even gotten a weekend job to help her parents pay for Elliot's expenses. But, when it came to waking up with him five times a night while he was teething, or changing him when he had diarrhea, or taking him to his doctor's appointments, Aria had been on her own. It was obvious that Ella and Byron adored their grandson, but Aria only knew that she was a good mother because they didn't hover. They let her raise her son as she saw fit and let her learn from her own mistakes.

She only regretted that the moment they had landed in Pennsylvania she would no longer be known as his mother. Her parents had decided that henceforth, they would claim that Elliot was their son, forcing Aria to face her old peers as a liar. She knew they had only her and Elliot's best interests at heart, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

After her father had parked, Aria gently unbuckled Elliot and removed him from his seat, carrying him up the steps and into the familiar house with his head resting on her chest. The movers had followed the family from the airport and had already begun to unload things into the house. Thankfully none of the large furniture had made the trip to Iceland, thought Aria, as she carried her son (brother now, she reminded herself) to her old room and laid him down softly on her old bed. He looked so peaceful, like a little cherub, while he slept. And really, he was somewhat of an angel when he was awake, too. Aria had done a pretty job with him so far, if she did say so herself.

"We're home, baby." She whispered as she kissed him on his forehead and stared at the four walls she hadn't seen in exactly two years, wondering just how different life in Rosewood would be with the newest member of the Montgomery family present.

So, it's a bit short, I know, and it's pretty fast-paced, but this is just the prologue. I'm currently writing my version of the pilot, which will include more details of the Montgomery's time in Europe. Details about Aria's pregnancy, as well as who the father of her child is, will be revealed later on. I've been sitting on this idea for a while now and I'm very excited about it! Please R&R and let me know what you guys think