Wow I did this quicker than I thought :)
And to the reveiwer who asked: nonononono Ezra is NOT married :P
This is the last time I'm saying I don't own PLL, mmmkayyy?
I sat there on the couch, life finally starting to feel absolutely great again. I had Ezra back, or at least things weren't bad with him. It was just a kiss…but hopefully it meant something.
Ezra looked at his watch, "Daniella should be getting out any minute now…" he mumbled.
I grinned. I would finally get to see my daughter. After all these years, I could finally see what she looked like. Who she looked like. I had absolutely no clue what color her eyes or hair were. I didn't know weather she would be tall for her age or short. And now I would finally get to know.
After about ten minutes, the class of young girls was let out. I looked over every one carefully, trying to see if I would recognize my daughter. The first girl out was small with short bleach blond hair, then came one who still had her baby fat and short jet black hair. I waited as about ten other girls filed out of the studio. None of them were Daniella- they all went to other parents in the room. The last three girls came out about twenty seconds after everyone else. One of them was blond, the other had red hair, and then the very last six year old out was shorter and had brunette hair.
She ran over to Ezra. This was Daniella. This was my daughter. Her hair looked as if it would be long, except her curly locks were in a high ponytail held up with a pink satin bow. She had big hazel eyes and was wearing a black leotard with pink tights and a pink skirt. Daniella ripped off her ballet shoes and shoved them in a small bag that contained more dance shoes and a water bottle.
"Daddy, can me and Hallie and Brittany go and get cookies at the bakwy?" she asked, in a quick, high pitched voice, missing the 'r' in 'bakery'. I smiled at her cuteness, glad that I didn't miss her saying and doing things like that.
"No…" Ezra said slowly.
She took a sip from her water bottle and pouted. She then looked up and noticed me. For five whole seconds she stared at me, trying to place who I was. "Who are you…?" she asked me, cocking her head to the side.
Ezra and I exchanged a glace, "Daniella," Ezra started, "this is your mom."
Daniella studied my face for a few more moments, "You are?" her small voice asked.
"Yes," I nodded, holding back tears.
She stood up and hugged me, "hi mommy!" she said.
I laughed, "Hi Daniella."
"How about the three of us go to the bakery together?" Ezra asked the small girl.
Daniella jumped up and down, "Yes!"
Ten minutes later, we were sitting in a small, quiet bakery, the three of us comfortably fitting in a love seat, Daniella in the middle of Ezra and I.
Daniella was as perfect as I could picture her. She read at a third grade reading level, owned a guinea pig that she took care of herself, and wanted to be a doctor when she grew up. She was very energetic, and could probably talk for hours.
Daniella tried her best to keep her gourmet chocolate chip cookie from getting crumbs all over the place as Ezra and I sipped our coffees and admired her. I watched as a young family with a son about the same age as Daniella walked in with two elderly couples- who I assumed was the grandparents. They all sat at a table, and had all seemed so happy and excited. We would probably never get to do that with Ella and Byron, and Ezra's parents think I'm dead. It seemed as though things got perfect for just a moment, yet there's still the same problem with Ezra being my former teacher looming over us.
When we were finished, I hugged Ezra and Daniella goodbye and climbed into my car. At the apartment, Spencer, Hanna, and Emily were all sitting in the living room, half paying attention to the obnoxious reality show playing on the flat screen. When they saw me come in, they all sat up a little straighter.
"Well?" Spencer eagerly asked.
I sat down, "Well what?"
Hanna grinned, "Well how was it? What happened? What was Daniella like?" she bounced up and down, ready to listen to how it went.
"It was…awesome." I summed it up in one word.
"More," Emily pressed.
I began telling them all about how it went. I started with Ezra telling me all about Daniella, quickly touched on Ezra and I feeling a connection, and ended with what Daniella was like.
When I finished the girls were all grinning, deep in thought. "Wait," Hanna said, in all seriousness, "You said she's a dancer. Does that mean Ezra raised her as a girly girl? Ohmygosh this is absolutely perfect!"
"Who cares, Hanna?" Spencer asked, I was about to thank her when she continued, "Daniella reads at a third grade level. That's tremendous. It's been proven that-"
"You guys are probably annoying Aria," Emily said, saving us from a lecture.
I thanked Emily before getting up and going into my room, where I sat on my bed, starting To Kill a Mockingbird for the millionth time while checking my texts. I had one from Mike, asking if I liked his profile picture on Facebook. I rolled my eyes, and then smiled when I saw that the other message was from Ezra, and that he didn't change his number all these years. My eyes floated across the text:
That was fun. Dani can't wait to see you again :)
Quickly, I typed back:
We should arrange for that.
I set my phone down on my desk and opened my laptop to begin on my latest novel. My hands were flying across the keyboard, when my phone started ringing. "Hello." I answered flirtatiously.
"Aria," somebody slowly replied. I placed the voice as my mother's and listened as she kept on talking, "I was just calling to check in and see how you girls were settling in. Is everything going good in New York?" she asked.
"Y-yeah," I uneasily answered.
"Great, Aria, that's wonderful!" she exclaimed. Our conversation lasted for about ten more minutes, and I spent the whole time wishing I could just mention meeting up with Ezra and our daughter, but I of course kept my lips sealed.
So yeah thanks for reading! I'm already working on the next chapter. so that should be up soon :D
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