Just another plot bunny...

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"You almost done in there?" Hanna yelled, banging on the bathroom door.

"One second…" I responded as I slipped my earrings in., Spencer, Hanna, Emily, and I had finally graduated college, and were living in a decent-sized apartment in New York City. After everything that happened with A and Alison, the only college that would accept girls with reputations like ours was Hollis. I wasn't happy about having to stay in Rosewood, but now I'm 22 and have two books published- I'm fairly happy with how my life went. But I'm missing something. Ezra.

When I was 16, Ella and Byron had disapproved of my relationship with Ezra. We weren't allowed see each other anymore, but if the law can't stop us, my parents certainly can't stop us from being together. We continued the relationship in secrecy, and things were going great- until I found out I was pregnant.

I spent that summer in Philadelphia with Ezra and the girls, telling Ella that the four of us girls needed time away from Rosewood and all the Ali drama. Byron and Ella never found out the truth about why I was there.

On August 30, I had a baby girl that Ezra and I named Daniella Marie Fitz (I actually looked it up on Wikapedia, and Aria's middle name is Marie. I feel smart). I went back to Rosewood for senior year of high school, and Ezra took Daniella to New York to raise her. I had only known Daniella for the short amount of time we were in the hospital; I haven't heard from Ezra and Daniella in 3 years- the last time we communicated was me e-mailing him to see how things were going.

I do know that Daniella is six years old, has long, curly brown hair, and loves to dance. She likes to watch shows on Disney Channel, and is allergic to dogs. Everything else about my own daughter is a mystery to me.

I opened the bathroom door, and slowly stepped out, "Bathroom's all yours," I said to Hanna.

"Well, good luck today." Hanna said to me, "You better tell us EVERY detail about it when you get home."

"I will," I promised. When Ezra found out I was in New York, he decided that we should meet up and discuss how things will work out with Daniella. I'll be meeting him today for the first time in years where Daniella takes dance lessons- according to Ezra, that's the only time she wouldn't be breathing down our necks.

I got in my car and was on my way to meet Ezra and Daniella for the first time in 6 years.

Glancing at the directions that were scribbled on a pink sticky note one last time, I slowly got out of the car and walked up to the dance studio, glad that there was a) a place for us to meet in where I wouldn't have to deal with seeing my soul mate and daughter for the first time at the same time, and b) that Ezra seemed to know what he was doing.

I opened the door and saw Ezra reading a book on one of the many plush leather couches of the warm and inviting waiting room. When Ezra heard the doors close, he looked up and saw me. His face immediately lit up and I crossed the carpeted floors to him, smiling. We still felt the connection.

"Hi," He said.

"Hey," I plopped onto the couch, "accidently" landing a little too close to him.

We just sat there for a few minutes, unsure of what to do other than take in how the other has changed. Being a father certainly has aged Ezra. He looked tired, and had a few gray hairs, but he still looked hot to me.

"So what's Daniella like?" I asked.

Ezra thought for a moment, "Well she's very energetic. She likes to dance and is usually shy around new people, but she always warms up to them." He smiled a genuine smile, and I couldn't help but think I've missed so much of her life- too much.

"Does she know who I am?" I questioned, wondering how Ezra had been answering everyone's questions.

"She's seen pictures of you, pretty much every picture we took since I started working at Hollis. I tell her you can't live with us yet when she asks where you are, but she doesn't seem that curious as to why you aren't there. Or at least she doesn't ask many questions…"

I smiled, remembering all the pictures we took together in two years. I had them stored in a little box along with other miscellaneous things that remind me of Ezra and the times we spent together in his tiny apartment that was now occupied by an elderly couple who totally changed everything about the apartment, not that I try to see through the window obsessively as I drive by or anything...

"And where does she go when you're at work?" I tested him.

"Well now Dani's in first grade, so once I'm able to pick her up about an hour after I get home from work." He paused. I had to strain my memory to remember that he was back to teaching at a high school. "But when she was younger, my mom came and watched her."

Absent-mindedly, I scooted even closer to him on the couch, and was now a mere five inches away from Ezra. "So she know you had a kid with your student?" I questioned.

"No…I-I told her you died in a car crash. She asked me why you couldn't be there and I panicked!"

I giggled. Clearly he hadn't been thinking about what would happen when I was back and his mom came to visit. Meaning we have to keep this set of secrets from someone else.

"I missed your giggle," Ezra admitted.

I smiled and looked down to see that I was dangerously close to Ezra, when I looked up, his lips were so close to mine, I could smell his breath- which smelled like mint even at three in the afternoon. Slowly our lips met. The kiss only lasted three full seconds, but if we weren't in public, it would have lasted longer.

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P.S. I just reread this and didn't realize that August 30 is right before September 1, Ezria's anniversary. So yeah. Epic.