AN: So, I've read everyone's awesome reviews and I'm super excited that you guys are reading this. Anyway, everyone keeps asking about Ezra and I fully intend him to make an appearance. I'll probably make a few edits so he pops up a little sooner but that's all I'm saying for now. Anyway, let me know what you think. P.S. I own nothing.

"Hanna," Aria called knocking on her roommates door wearing just a pencil skirt and bra.

"Shit," Hanna breathed slipping out of the sheets so as not to wake up Caleb who was sleeping soundly. She threw a robe on over her naked body and headed toward the door to open it a crack. "Hey."

"Can I borrow your blue blouse?" she asked. "Mine is in the laundry."

"Yeah, let me just grab the shirt," Hanna told her running to her closet. She grabbed the top and got back to the door just in time to see Aria creep inside. She noticed Aria glance at Caleb and watched her mouth drop open.

"Is that...?" Aria mouthed.

"Get out!" Hanna whispered shooing her out of the bedroom. The two girls ran into the living room and collapsed on the couch laughing. Hanna tossed her roommate the blouse. "Here."

"Thanks," Aria grabbed it and tossed it on tucking it into her pencil skirt.

"No problem," Hanna smiled pulling up a pillow and leaning into the couch.

"So," Aria leaned back against the armrest propping her feet in Hanna's lap, "who's the guy in there?"

"Um," Hanna paused unsure if it was the time to tell Aria. "Do you remember Caleb Rivers?"

"Caleb!" Aria piped up. "The same Caleb from high school?"

"Yeah," Hanna breathed.

"He looks good," Aria said taking a peek through the crack in Hanna's bedroom door.

"Stop it!" Hanna chucked a pillow at her.

"What's up with that?" Aria wanted to know. "Are you guys back together?"

"Kind of," Hanna told her.

"It's been like six years," Aria said. "Did you guys talk about all of, you know?"

"A lot of it, yeah," Hanna explained. "I mean, not everything. We're still catching up."

"What happened between you two?" Aria asked.

"It's complicated," Hanna replied. "Hopefully it will be different this time."

"Are you in love? Are you getting married? Are you gonna have his babies?" those words triggered an emotional response from Hanna. There was something she hadn't told the girls yet...

...Hanna unlocked the door to her apartment and dropped her purse to the floor pushing Caleb's unpacked boxes out of the way. She had just moved in with Caleb during their junior year in college and they were getting ready to start a family. In fact, they'd kind of already started. It had only been a week since she'd told Caleb they were having a baby but they were both already really excited.

Hanna grabbed her cell phone and read a text from Caleb. It said: Working late. Be home soon. She went to the bedroom and took off her blouse and pencil skirt tossing the two in her hamper. Hanna grabbed her robe and slipped it on taking a second to look at the bump growing just below her belly button. She pressed a hand to it and instantly felt nauseous. Hanna rushed to the bathroom and relieved the contents of her stomach. She loved being pregnant but some of the side effects are slightly uncomfortable. She flushed the toilet and rinsed her mouth only to find Caleb standing at the door. He was all smiles.

"How are my two favorite girls?" he asked.

"How do you know it's a girl?" Hanna teased giving him a kiss. Caleb quickly picked her up and placed her gently on the bed before climbing on top.

"I love you," he whispered. Then he placed his hands on her belly and kissed it sweetly.

"Stop!" Hanna squirmed. "That tickles."

"Does this tickle?" he said running his fingers along the sides of her legs.

"Stop it!" she said one last time.

"Fine," he slumped over to lay down next to her

"Ow," Hanna let out a low moan.

"What is it?" Caleb asked.

"I don't know," she breathed heavily. There was a stinging pain coming from her belly button. She pressed her hand tightly to it in an effort to numb the pain.

"Are you okay?" he asked trying to help her. Hanna could barely echo a response. She was in so much pain. Caleb lifted her up and carried her to a cab. The rest of the night was a blur. By the time Hanna was finally fully conscious she was sitting in a hospital bed in a plain white room with tears streaming down her face.

"Hanna?" a doctor said walking in with a clipboard in hand.

"Yes," she answered sitting up.

"You lost the baby," he told her.

"I know," she breathed. She wiped her tears and then looked up at him. "When can we...when can we start trying for another?"

"I would not recommend that," the doctor told her. "Due to your previous eating disorder, your body will most likely reject another baby. In fact, due to your previous health history, there is a very minimal chance that you will be able to have a biological baby. In the meantime, I suggest that you increase your caloric intake and take..."

The rest of his words were just a blur to Hanna. He had just told her that she was practically infertile and the only thing she wanted right now was to hold her baby and feel another heartbeat inside of her. She looked around the room and found no trace of Caleb anywhere.

When she'd finally rested enough, the hospital discharged her and Hanna made her way back to the apartment Hanna shared with Caleb. Once she'd stepped inside she found all of his things gone. The boxes and clothes were nowhere to be found. Finally Hanna took a seat on the couch and just broke down. Tears streamed down her face and she couldn't control them...

...Hanna let a tear stream down her face as Aria continued fantasizing about Hanna's future life with Caleb. She let Aria blab on until she couldn't take it anymore.

"Don't you have to be somewhere?" Hanna asked.

"No," Aria replied.

"Wait!" Hanna needed an explanation. "I thought you needed that top so you could be on your way."

"No, not really," Aria told her. "Mostly I just wanted to see who was in there with you."

"You are too much!" Hanna laughed. They must have been goofing around pretty loudly because soon Caleb was standing at the door wearing just a pair of jeans.

"Good morning," he smiled walking over to Hanna and giving her a kiss.

"Hey baby," she said.

"Oh shit," Aria said looking at her watch. "I'm late!"

"I thought..." Hanna began. "Oh."

"Bye guys!" Aria called from the door.

Aria left the two lovebirds back at the apartment and made her way to the Subway that she took to get to Columbia for her first day of work. Lucky for her, she only had classes Tuesday thru Thursday which left plenty of room for a part time job on campus. She got to the main office and met with her supervisor who taught her how to answer phones and input student information in the database. Aria had been doing that for two hours when she noticed another girl take the seat next to her.

"Hey," the girl turned to her. "I'm Amber."

"Oh hi," Aria smiled. "Are you a student here?"

"Yeah," Amber told her. "I just transferred. About to start my junior year."

"Oh cool," Aria said. "So you're like twenty? Twenty-one?"

"Twenty-one," Amber replied. "Did you just start here?"

"Yeah," Aria explained. "Tomorrow's my first day of grad school."

"Oh awesome!" Amber laughed. The two girls bonded over their crappy jobs answering phone calls from students and Aria was excited to make a new friend. When her shift was finally over she said goodbye to Amber and they traded numbers for a potential girls' night out. Aria grabbed her purse and ran out of the building nearly toppling over a man coming in the other direction.

"Sorry," she said regaining her composure.

"No, no," he turned to her. Suddenly she recognized his face. "It's my fault."

"Jake?" she asked.

"Hey," he smiled finally looking at her. "What are you doing here?"

"Working," she replied. "You?"

"Me too," he told her.

"I thought you were a writer," she reminded him of the few facts they'd exchanged on their flight together.

"I am," he explained. "I also teach a creative writing course."

"Oh," she breathed. "You're a professor."

"Yes," he turned to her. "Aren't you?"

"No," she answered. "I'm a graduate student. This is my work study job."

"Oh," he laughed. "What a coincidence. Us working together."

"Not quite," she teased. Suddenly her phone rang and she checked the text. It read: Have you ever met a teacher that didn't take a liking to you? - A. Aria's heart stopped and she dropped her phone to the ground. A hadn't contacted her in almost ten years. Why start now?

"Thanks for coming," Spencer told Luke as he helped her out of the towncar. They entered the hotel where Spencer's friend from college Cami was holding her wedding reception. They followed the signs to Cami's banquet hall and found their seats at a table with three other couples and their crying children. After staying through dinner and waiting long enough for Spencer to find Cami and congratulate her, the two left the party.

"That was fun," Luke said as they stepped onto the sidewalk. He pulled Spencer close and leaned in for a kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

"Can we go back to your place?" she whispered in his ear.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yeah," Spencer giggled. She grabbed his hand. "Come on!"

The two ran down the street for six blocks until they reached Luke's apartment. The minute they got inside Spencer dragged him to the bedroom and they toppled on top of his bed. Luke laid down on his back as Spencer straddled him planting a million kisses all over his body. Luke tugged at her zipper and she backed away to strip it off and toss it to the floor. When she looked back down at Luke his eyes locked with hers.

"I wanna be your boyfriend," he whispered. Spencer's heart stopped. She couldn't. She liked Luke and she loved what they'd been doing lately but she couldn't be his boyfriend. Since she and Toby broke up, she hadn't been able to have a successful relationship.

"No," she said to him. "I can't."

"What?" Luke was shocked. Spencer ran around the room putting her clothes and shoes back on and made her way out the door. She grabbed the first cab to her Brooklyn townhouse and made her way inside tiptoeing so she wouldn't wake Tyler. Spencer snuck into her bedroom and threw off her party dress and heels. She looked through her drawers for some sleep shorts and found nothing. She walked downstairs to the basement where the laundry machines are and looked for something clean to wear. It'd been a while since she'd done anything that could be remotely considered housework and thus found no clean clothes. She dug around and managed to rifle through Ty's clean clothes in the dryer. She stuck her hand in looking for a pair of shorts and finally settled for an old pair of Tyler's boxers. She threw those on and picked one of his shirts as well before stumbling upstairs and making herself a cup of tea in the kitchen. She was brewing water when she heard the door unlock.

"Hey," Tyler smiled when he saw her.

"You're out late," she replied.

"You're wearing my boxers," he said giving her a double take.

"Oh, right, yeah," she paused. "All my clothes are dirty. I'll get them right back to you."

"No, it's okay," he told her. "Keep them. They look better on you."

"Seriously?" she asked. She thought nothing of it and returned to boiling water. "Do you want some tea?"

"No thanks," he said grabbing a beer from the fridge. "This'll do."

"Bottoms up," Spencer said pouring her tea.

"So how was your night?" he asked politely.

"Oh," Spencer sighed. "You don't even wanna know.

"Are you sure I'm supposed to wear this?" Emily asked looking at herself in the mirror wearing a cutout leotard with matching hot shorts.

"Don't you like it," Jazmine, the stylist, told her.

"It's so sparse," she said. She suddenly regretted letting her publicist book this photo shoot. Since when have girls looked up to Olympic athletes anyway? It's been all reality stars since Em was in high school.

"Come on," Jaz coaxed her. "You wear bathing suits for 90% of your life. What's wrong with this?"

"Fine," Emily sighed. She got herself together and walked outside of the dressing room where the shoot was set up.

"Hi," the photographer said extending a hand to her. "I'm Drew."

"Hey Drew," she smiled.

"Alright," he told her. "I want you to feel comfortable so let me know if we can do anything to help you. Now, I just need you to be really natural. We're not trying to get you in Playboy today."

Emily laughed at his joke and got ready for the shoot. She wasn't used to being the one in front of the camera. That's Rachel's job. Drew, however, was true to his word. He gently coached Emily through the shoot and gave her shots that she was really proud of. By the time she'd finished, she was exhausted and ready to go home, prop her feet on the coffee table, and drink an ice cold beer.

"Great job today," Drew told her when she exited the dressing room now in her normal clothes.

"Thanks," Emily leaned in for a cheek kiss and felt his grip tighten around her waist.

"I was about to meet some friends for a drink," he told her. "Do you wanna come?"

"Um," Emily paused. She wasn't sure if this was the best idea but her other alternative was to go back to her empty hotel room and sleep for a few hours before her flight. "Sure. Why not?"

They figured out logistics and Emily met him at a dive bar in North Hollywood. She walked in the dimly lit bar and and found Dave sitting at a table by the jukebox all by himself.

"What happened to your friends?" she asked.

"They flaked," he told her. "Is that okay? I figured the two of us could hang out."

"Yeah sure," she smiled. They ordered a round and got to chatting. It was last call before they were finally kicked out when the ugly lights came on. They paid the tab and walked outside into the brisk air.

"Do you wanna get another drink?" he asked.

"Everything's closed," she told him.

"My hotel is a few blocks that way," he told her. "We can order room service and drink from the mini bar. My room's comped."

"Sure," she told him as they strolled down Sunset. "So where do you live when you're not traveling?"

"New York," he told her. "I've got a flat in Greenwich."

"Seriously?" Emily piped in. "I live in SoHo with my wife."

"That's crazy," he laughed. "We're practically neighbors."

"Crazy," Emily smiled as the two strolled back to his place.