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Chapter Two

"He said what?" Hanna demanded. "He needs time? You don't have time!"

"Yes, Hanna, I know that, thank you," I said dryly, pulling my hair up in a ponytail. The four of us were sitting on Spencer's bed. "He'll come around. I'm sure it was just a shock to him, that's all. I know Ezra," I added, when they gave me doubtful looks. "Trust me." My phone vibrated. It was a text from my mom. "Crap, I gotta go. Mom wants me home."

"Does she know?" Emily questioned. I shook my head. "Are you going to tell her?"

"I have to tell her, Em. Like Hanna told me, I think people will notice when I pop out a baby." I stood up and stretched. "I'll see you guys later."

When I got home, both of my parents were sitting at the table. "Aria," My mother said, once she saw me. "We need to talk."

"O…k…" I said slowly, sitting down across from them. "What's up?"

"This came in the mail," my mother stated, sliding a folded sheet of paper towards me. "Care to explain?"

I unfolded it. "Damn," I muttered under my breath. It was the bill from my OB/GYN appointment. "I was going to tell you," I promised quickly. "Actually, I was going to tell you now."

"You're pregnant, then." It was a statement, not a question.

I nodded. "Yes, I am."

"Fitz is the father?" my own father demanded. Again I nodded. He let out the breath he had been holding. "Well, we'll have to deal with this. How far along are you?"

"Eight weeks," I said softly.

"That's not too late for an abortion-" my father began.

"No!" I burst out. "I am not having an abortion!"

"Calm down Aria," my mother said, shooting my father a look. "We won't make you get an abortion." My father looked about to protest, but he said nothing. "Have you told Ezra?"

"I uh… I haven't gotten around to it," I lied. I couldn't tell them he needed time.

My mother sighed. "Aria, I think you should go stay at someone's house for the night."

"What? You're kicking me out?"

"No. Your father and I need to discuss some things with each other. You can come back in the morning, and we can sit down and talk. Understand?"

I stood up without a word and went up to my room. As I was packing my things for the night, I was aware of someone staring at me. I turned to see Mike.

"Is it true?" he asked me, crossing his arms. "Are you really having Fitz's baby?"

"Yes Mike, I am," I told him. He stood in my doorway for a moment in silence.

"If it's a boy, name it after me?" he said finally, grinning. I smiled back at him.

"No promises." I lifted my bag up, and pulled my phone out of my bag, dialing Emily's number. "Hey Em, do you mind if I stay the night? No, they didn't kick me out, they just want to talk. Okay, thanks. See you in a few." I hung up the phone. "Where are you heading off to?" I questioned, noticing my brother had a bag too.

"Drew's. He invited me over."

"Ah." We stood like that for a moment. "Well, I should probably get going. Mom and dad want to talk."

"Alright." As I went past him, he cleared his throat. "You know, Aria, I'm here for you. If you ever need someone to talk, I promise I'll listen. You're my sister."

I smiled. "Thank you Mike."

"Hey Em," I stated, entering her house. "I appreciate this."

"It's alright," Emily said, shutting the door behind me. "I'm your friend, it's the least that I could do, given the circumstances." The two of us headed up to her room. She picked a flask up from her desk. "I'd offer you some, but it's vodka, and, well..."

"I get it," I said, sitting down on the bed and looking around the room. Hanging on her mirror was a picture of the five of us in eighth grade: Alison, front and center, grinning as she tossed her head back; Hanna, chubby, but happy; Emily, caught glancing over at Ali; Spencer, a book clutched in her hand, and me, my bright, crazy hair standing out. I smiled sadly.

"Seems like forever ago, doesn't it?" Emily said quietly. "So much has changed..."

"That it has," I whispered. My cell phone started ringing at that moment, making both of us jump, having gotten lost in our memories. I didn't recognize the number, but I answered it anyway. "Hello?"

"Is this Aria Montgomery?" a male voiced asked.

"Yes it is, who is this?"

"This is Doctor Robert Johnson, at Rosewood Memorial Hospital. I'm calling about your-" there was a pause. "Boyfriend? Ezra Fitz?"

"Ezra?" I asked, my throat suddenly dry. "What happened?" Emily, still over by the desk, looked up at the change in my voice.

"He collapsed at a parent teacher conference, about an hour ago. He's conscious now, and he asked us to call you."

"Is he okay?"

"Miss Montgomery, at this point, we don't know. It would be best for you to come in."

"I'll be there shortly," I said at once, hanging up. "I'm sorry Em, I have to go."