I forgot to put disclaimers in my earlier chapters, so here's it is. I do not own PLL or any of its characters.
Aria rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she poured herself a second cup of coffee. She yawned before bringing the mug to her lips, blaming her exhaustion on the late night before. She smiled wickedly. Yes, that very late night before. Clothed in her pajama bottoms and one of Ezra's Hollis sweatshirts, she settled herself on the couch and waited for his to come back from grabbing breakfast. She had offered to cook, but he insisted getting her her favorite cinnamon bagels from the pastry shop down the block. She sighed. She had a good man.
A knock on the door startled her from her thoughts. Groaning, she got up from her place on the couch and set her coffee on the table in front of her. Had Ezra forgotten his key? Opening the door, what awaited her was not the sight of Ezra with a brown paper bag full of bagels. Rather, an elderly women with white-blue hair streaked with grey, and a sunny yellow dress with printed flowers stood on the other side of the door.
"Hi," she said, confused as to who the woman could be.
"Good morning," responded the lady. She looked at Aria in her pajamas and with her hair uncombed, knotted and tangled from the evening's activities the night before. The woman was silent. "Can I help you?" asked Aria, after a moment's pause.
"Is Ezra here?" asked the woman. "I brought this form him." She gestured to the pie plate in her hands. "It's a thank you for watching my apartment when I went to go visit my son last week."
"I'm sorry," responded Aria. "He went out to get breakfast. He'll be back in a little while." She held out her hands. "I'll be sure to make sure he gets it Mrs…" she paused waiting for a response.
"Goldstein," supplied the woman.
"Mrs. Goldstein," finished Aria. She took the pie plate from the woman and set it on the counter before going back to the door. Mrs. Goldstein was still there. "Would you like to come in?"
"That's okay. I should go." The woman made no move to leave. "What's your name, dear?"
"Aria."
"Such a pretty name. And such a fine-looking man Ezra is too. Worthwhile for any woman to catch."
Aria half-smiled, "Yes, it is. Too bad he's already caught."
"Is he your…boyfriend?" asked Mrs. Goldstein innocently, although there was a steely look in her eye. Aria had a feeling that her overnight attire didn't help any.
"Actually," responded Aria sweetly. "He's my husband. I hope you have a good day, Mrs. Goldstein." She smiled before shutting the apartment door.
She had just settled back onto the couch to nurse her cup of lukewarm coffee when there was another knock on the door. "Not again," mumbled Aria as she got up from her place on the sofa. She opened the door, an annoyed look on her face.
"Okay," said Ezra as he stood on the other side of the door. "You win. Next time I won't go to the bakery for breakfast."
"Sorry," said Aria as she tiptoed to give him a kiss. "Mrs. Goldstein was just in here asking all sorts of questions."
"Oh," said Ezra as he placed the brown paper bag on the table. "I passed her on my way up the stairs. She was murmuring something about husband and wife. What did she want?"
"To give you that," said Aria, pointing to the pie on the counter. "She said it was for watching her apartment last week. Who does that at eight o'clock in the morning?"
"Apparently one very nosy neighbor," answered Ezra as he placed a bagel in the toaster. "She probably had seen that you had been staying here for a few days and wanted to know who you were. I bet she waited until I was gone to come over."
"I guess so," responded Aria as she took a bite of an untoasted bagel. "What were you doing knocking on the door, though?"
"I forgot my keys," shrugged Ezra sheepishly.
"Good thing I was around then," said Aria huskily.
"Good thing," agreed Ezra as Aria placed the bagel she was eating back on the table. He heard the toaster go off behind him. He ignored it. "I see you didn't make the bed."
"No," said Aria, closing the distance between them and placing her hands on his chest. "I didn't. I thought we might have better uses for it than making it." She leaned up for a kiss.
"Good thinking, Mrs. Fitz," he responded, leaning down to kiss her. "Why don't we take this somewhere else and forget breakfast for a while?"
"Good thinking," responded Aria breathlessly while she took off his t-shirt and he worked on her sweatshirt. It was the last thing either of them said for the rest of the morning.