Nine months later
CHAPTER 1
Nine months Ezra and I have been waiting for today, and now that it's here. I don't know if I'm ready for it. To keep my mind occupied I triple check I have everything I need: warm clothes for our stay there, books to read on the flight there, a fresh notebook along with a brand new pack of pens in case I feel like writing on the flight. "Aria are you ready? We should leave now if we don't want to miss our flight." I hear Ezra's voice call from the living room.
"Yeah I'm ready I'm coming." I zip up my carry on slinging it over my shoulder. I grab the suitcase I packed last night from the corner of the bedroom, dragging it into the living room with me. Ezra is standing in front of me. His hands are crisscrossed over one another, on top of the handle of his suitcase. A broad smile set on his face. His shaggy black hair a little longer than usual odd strands sticking out in every direction. Sharp black dots of stubble outline the outside of his jaw line down to his chin, and back up the other side, the faintest of gray shadows forming under his hazel eyes. But this tired is a good kind of tired. The kind of tired caused by an underlying excitement; an excitement that keeps you awake, alert, and jittery with joy.
If only may lack of sleep filled nights, were caused by this excitement, after all it should be. Where my excitement should be, a knot of fiery electric nervousness has settled there instead. My phone rings at that moment, as if to harden the knot. It's just a phone call it's over. It can't be starting again I remind myself. Looking down at my phone I see Spencer's contact picture displayed on the screen.
"Hey" I answered accepted the call pressing the speaker button. "Hey have you guys left yet?" Spencer's voice echoed through the room. "We are heading out now." Ezra answered for me with a smirk, as he ushered me out the front door. "Oh yeah by the way you're on speaker phone" I tell her as Ezra and I walk down the stairs out of The Brew. "So how many kids are you and Ezra hauling back with you?" Hanna's voice cut into the conversation. Leave it to Hanna to be blunt. "Celeb is busy working, doing some coding for Lucas or something. So Spencer is helping me finish up some last minute baby" Hanna explains, "so I need to know how many nieces and or nephews you are bringing me home. So I can pick them up something as well."
"Three, Cian is four, Ryland is two, and Alroy is a couple weeks away from being ten months" I supply Hanna with her requested information. Despite all the things that could go wrong, all the reasons not to do this, all the nerves jumbled up in my stomach, and all the sad feelings that this opportunity brings up for me; a smile spreads on my face at what this will mean for Ezra and I.
The cab ride to JFK airport is a fuzzy blur. So was the two hour wait for the time of our flight; now on the plane, with my seatbelt strapped firmly around my waist. Keeping me locked down, like a leash restraining an excited puppy, Ezra in the seat next to me is fast asleep. A smart idea probably, a good way to spend the flight to Dublin which is just minutes shy of seven hours. I don't know how much down time we will have when we get there; because of having three children all under the age of five; thinking about it now though we will hardly have any free time to ourselves anymore with three children under the age of five fulltime, in a little less than seven hours. Still sleep seems useless to me with so many thoughts swarming in my mind, like busy bees buzzing around their hive. Pulling out the new notebook and pens, I do something I haven't done since what almost seems like a past life. I open the journal, click the pen, and begin to write.
Dear Journal
This used to be my staple what kept me sane. But I haven't written in a journal since shortly after I returned to Rosewood from Iceland, which is why it's only right that I start one back up at this point in my life where the change that is about to happen in it ties directly back to my days in Iceland. The days where the four girls who had been, and are once again my best friends were just distant memories no longer in my life. Back in Iceland I had to push these memories down and I found that a boy named Matt and a girl named Molly helped me do this.
Molly was the "strange girl." The outcast you could say shied away from the cool, kids. The type of girl that Alison would have made sure had a miserable time in the hallways at school. I that might be what drew me to her in the first place. I wanted to be her friend, as a way to make me feel better somehow for all the times I stood by and watched Ali torture people. Molly and I became fast friends she was easy to talk to. She didn't know the old me she didn't know my past. Molly wasn't Ali she wasn't with me on a day when I found my dad kissing someone who wasn't my mom. When I was hanging out with Molly I didn't have to think about how I moved to a different country cutting my best friends out of my life, or that one of them was missing maybe even dead.
With Molly's friendship also came along the friendship with Matt; or as Hanna liked to call him my Viking boy. My friendship with the blonde hair blue eyed boy turned into something more. It was the first time I had felt something real for a boy. A few weeks after we moved back to Rosewood. Molly wrote me a letter telling me that she had feelings for Matt. I wrote back telling her that they should be together and be happy. When the whole A drama began to unfold it was easy to lose touch with them, and because I cut them out of my life A never touched them. A never even knew they existed.
Nine months ago when Alex and Mary were arrested and we all received our lives back I reached out to Molly. She told me that her and Matt had gotten married, and moved to Ireland. Ezra and I decided to extend are honeymoon trip to Ireland, and over the next nine months Matt and Molly became two of our closest friends. It was still a shock though when only two days ago I had received a phone call from an attorney saying that Matt and Molly had passed away in a car accident, and Ezra and I have been named the legal guardians of their three children Cian, Ryland, and Alroy.
AN THIS IS JUST AN IDEA I HAD EACH CHAPTER WILL BE FROM ONE OF THE FIVE GIRLS POINT OF VIEW. THOUGHTS? I ALSO WILL BE UPDATING MY OTHER STORIES A LOT MORE REGULARLY NOW THAT IT'S SUMMER, AND I DON'T START COLLEGE UNTILL JANUARY. REVIEWS ARE WELCOME! HAVE A GREAT DAY LOVELIES!
