Previously on 'Our Little Relapses'

I stopped dead in my tracks. My baby. My poor baby. My baby is sick and I'm not there with her. I'm her mommy, I need to be with my baby. I can't loose her. I can't loose her too. I've already lost one baby, I can't loose another. I love my baby more then anyone. Sometimes I can't stand her, but I seriously cannot loose her.

"What happened?" Aria asked pulling me out of my thoughts with a concerned voice. She knows that something happened, but just doesn't know what it is, and is fearful of what it could be.

"She's in a room. They drew blood and are running tests. Her fever spiked to 105 degrees." I informed her with a breathless voice. I seriously feel like I've had the breath knocked out of me, like someone just punched me in the stomach.

Aria's already pale face got even paler, and I honestly did not think that was possible. "I should call Spencer and see how Atticus is doing." she said as she pulled her phone out of her pocket.


POV Aria

With hearing about Tiffany, I know that Atticus is pretty much always near her, I have got to make sure that my little boy is okay. I pulled out my phone and quickly pressed Spencer's number on speed dial so I can see how my little boy is.

"Hey, Aria." she answered.

"Hey Spence. How's my little boy?" I questioned her.

"I took his temperature a few minutes ago. It was 100 degrees. He looks a little puny. I was actually about to call Ezra and see what he wanted to do." she informed me with a sorry voice. So my little boy is sick too.

"Go ahead and take him to the hospital now and call Ezra so he can meet you out there. I don't want him to get whatever Tiffany has." I ordered with a stern tone. If he is sick, I want to nip it in the bud before it gets too bad.

"Alright, just let me get his clothes back on. I took then off so we could try and get his fever back down. I'll let Ezra know we're heading over there. I think Mike might be coming down with something too. He's been acting a little strange today, so I'm going to leave Toby here with him." Spencer informed me.

I took a breath through the tears. "Alright, keep me updated. I'm about to go back for a massage, but I'll have my phone with me." I replied.

"Okay. Well Toby's got Atticus's clothes back on so I'm taking him out to the car." she let me know.

I know background I could hear my son's whimpers. My poor babies. Our poor babies. I really hope that this is nothing serious. I also hope that my baby brother is okay. He's just getting to the point that his hand or face doesn't really hurt him anymore, so I really don't want him to be sick. He's been feeling bad for so long now. "Okay. I love you guys. Give Atticus a big hug for me." I told her with a sigh.

"I will. Love you too." she bid farewell and hung up the phone.

"What's going on?" Hanna questioned me after we got inside. I could feel her eyes studying my face with concerned curiosity.

"Atticus and Mike are sick too. Spencer is going to take Atticus to the hospital, and Toby is going to stay home and take care of Mike." I informed her. "I think that when we are done here we need to go home. Our babies are sick, my little brother is sick. They need us there. I don't feel right being away from my baby right now." I said after a moment as tears progressively ran down my face.

Hanna nodded her head. "I agree. I don't feel right being here went the babies are in the hospital. So, only because it's already been paid for, we get our massage, then go by the hotel, pack our stuff back up, and go back home." she suggested.

I nodded my head. "I think that's the best idea. We can always try this again after everyone is well again." I agreed as we took a seat in the waiting area and waited for them to call us back.


We got our massages and that did calm us down form the most recent stress that has been thrown our way. I requested my masseuse to not go near my hip, I told her that I had a minor surgery and it is still recovering. I felt that I needed to tell her something or she would have wondered and judged me. When you look at it, in my perspective at least, it would be pretty obvious what I do, and I can't stand for someone to judge me right now. Especially a stranger. Strangers don't know what I've been through, what I'm going though, or who I am. They don't understand. All they will see is a girl who cuts herself, nothing other then that. The only one who understands is Hanna, because she is going through the exact same hell that I am.

After our massages were over, we high tailed it back to the hotel. Hanna started to get everything packed back up into the car in a haste to get back to Rosewood so that we can get back to our babies.

Meanwhile, while Hanna got our things into the car, I decided that it would be a good idea to give Ezra a call and notify him of our plans, and see how everything is doing with them.

"Hello?" Ezra answered with a hushed tone.

"Have you heard anything yet?" I questioned with no greeting, just getting to the point on why I called in the first place.

"Tiffany's blood work results haven't come back in yet, but they've managed to get her temperature down to 101. They should be coming any time now to do blood work on Atticus. At triage his temp was 103. I've managed to get him mostly asleep, but he's been a cranky little thing. I don't blame him though, he's not feeling good." he informed me as went down the list of the very thing significant that has happened in the last hour.

This does not make me feel any better. I'm not sure if it's from blood loss, or these recent events, or a combination of the two but I am feeling extremely lightheaded. "Alright, well Hanna and I are coming home. We can't stand being away from our babies while they're so sick. Han just got the last bag back into the car, so we should be there in a little more then two hours. We'll probably go through a drive through somewhere and get some food." I informed Ezra bringing him up to date on our plans for the rest of the day.

"Are you sure you want to cut your weekend short? I know how much you were looking forward to it." Ezra questioned me.

I can tell from the sound of his voice that he really wants me there with him, but at the same time he doesn't want to take me away from my weekend out with Hanna. This was the weekend to help us get better, and he knows that. "We won't be able to stand it here knowing our babies are sick. We can always come back, but right now, we are needed at home. Spencer told me that Mike is sick, so I also need to take care of him." I replied.

Then it hit me. When we get there I am going to have to decide who I am going to care for. My son, or my little brother whom is in my custody. Mike doesn't have a mom to care for him anymore, I'm the closest thing he's got. Even knowing that, my heart longs to be with my son. The little boy I carried inside me for nine months, then spent nineteen hours in labor with, and who I have cared for every day of his life.

"Yeah, she and Toby are taking care of him. I think she said that Emily was going to go over there so Toby can get to work in a little while. That way Spencer won't have to take care of Mike by herself." Ezra informed me as he pulled me out of my frantic thoughts with a solution to my problem.

Can I really ask that of them though? Mike is my responsibility, not theirs. I should be the one taking care of him, but I also need to be taking care of Atticus. This puts me in an almost impossible position. "Alright," I replied, "Keep me updated and I'll call you when we get there." I ordered trying to keep my voice as put together as possible, but I feel like I'm falling apart at the seems.

"Will do. I love you."

"I love you too." I said bidding farewell. I pressed the little red button disconnecting our call, then I laid my head back onto the seat and let out a huge sigh.

Hanna has gotten us on the road, about a mile from the hotel. She has her five inch heel pushing steadily on the gas trying to get us home as soon as possible. "So what's going on?" she questioned me once I had regained my composure.

There are some parts of me that really wants to curl up into a ball and cry, but that isn't something that I can do right now. "Tiff's fever is back down to 102. They are still waiting on results on Tiff, and they are waiting to get the blood work done on Atti." I informed her as a tear runs down my face leaving a wet trail down my cheek, which by now is probably as pale as a ghost.

Hanna took a deep breath. Unlike me, Hanna is driving and has to stay calm. She can't just break down right now unless we want to get into a car accident. She kept her eyes on the road, hands clutched to the steering wheel, and her fingers are turning white. "Why did they have to ruin this weekend for us? They have really never been sick before, and just when we decide that we want to get away, just for a weekend, they decide that they were going to get sick." Hanna said with great annoyance.

I've got to admit, I have thought the same exact words that she is saying. "It is quite annoying and inconvenient, but they are babies. They can't help it. We can't help getting sick either, I mean look where we are now. We're sick, just not in the same way as the babies." I said trying to get the resentful thoughts out of both of our heads. We can't be thinking like that now, it will trigger her bulimia, and my cutting.

She nodded her head. I can see the glimmer of a tear forming in the corner of her eye. It turned into a big drop and fell down her cheek and on to her chest. "I just wanted to have some fun for once. When was the last time we had any fun? The last real fun I can remember having was when we were about to start cheerleading, right after we moved into the apartment and we played that game of truth or dare with everyone. That was one fun night." she said. Her voice is distant, I can tell that her mind is back at that night. The last night of real fun, before -A started messing with us again, before we got pregnant, before Hanna's miscarriage…..


Flashback:

Hanna passed the bottle of vodka to Caleb and he opened it for us. Then poured an appropriate amount in all of our glasses of Dr Pepper, to which we all chugged down fairly fast. Oh yes, we are going to get drunk and we are happy about it! After we'd all finished our third drink Emily looked around and smiled. "We should play a game of truth or dare." She suggested.

I put my arm in the air, "YES! I love playing truth or dare!" I shouted. I'm only just now starting to feel tipsy and I am ready to have some fun now! Bring on the dares! I'm ready for 'em!

Ezra laughed, "Alright then, Aria, why don't you go first. Truth or Dare?" he asked me finishing off his third glass. Wow, who knew that Dr Pepper tasted to good with vodka in it. He got himself a refill then looked back at me awaiting my answer.

I'm feeling daring tonight, even if that's the alcohol. "You know that I've got to say dare!" I stated glugging down my third glass. Mmmm, so good!

He though about it for a second, "Alright, you have to…. Strip to you bra and underwear." he finally dared me. So in him daring me to do this I willingly pulled my shirt over my head and removed my mini denim shorts. Ezra smiled as he looked me up and down. I'm wearing my pink lace matching set with the panties a thong, which I'm sure he loves. No one seemed to notice my scars. I'm happy about that and I'm not going to say a thing about it, because I know that they have all noticed.

After I got myself a refill so I can get my mind off of my scars and so I can stay nice and happy for this game. I looked to Ezra to ask him the million dollar question, "Alright babe it's your turn. Truth or Dare?" I asked him, already trying think of dares for him to do.

He squinted his eyes at me and smiled, "Dare." he stated his face telling mw to think my worst, and that I will, that I will.

I laughed thinking of which of the many dares I'm going to make him do, "Alright, I dare you to take off your shirt and wear one of my bras for the rest of the night." I dared him, walking to my drawers pulling out one of my bras that has pink and purple flowers all over it.

He removed his shirt and I helped him put it on. He wiggled around for a minute, "How do you girls wear these things? It feels weird." he asked me, with the funniest face I believe I have ever seen. He squirmed in it for a minute so he could get it into a more comfortable position for him.

All of the girls in the room burst out into laughter over this statement, "Because Ezra you don't have the same parts as we do!" Alison informed him. We are all laughing our asses off, we are for one, so tipsy, and two, I'm almost naked, and my boyfriend is wearing one of my bras, that is hilarious.

Alison looked to Emily with her smile that she has when she wants people to talk, "Alright Em, it's your turn. Truth or Dare?" Alison asked her with a wide smile on her face, pretty much already knowing what Emily is going to say, for this round at least.

Emily shrugged, "I think I'll go with truth for this round." she informed us wiping her mouth off with a napkin and mentally prepared herself for anything Alison might ask her to say, and knowing Ali, it could really be anything.

Alison got up and walked around for a moment, "Which celeb would you wanna loose your V-card to?" she asked with a naughty smile wanting to know what Emily's dirty lesbian fantasies she has, at least what Alison likes to think she has.

With her face turning red, Emily took a few more drinks, "Um, probably Katy Perry I guess." she stated. "I honestly haven't thought too much about that." she added, trying to get off if the subject of her and onto Alison. "Now Ali. Truth, or Dare?" she questioned Alison getting ready for payback.

Alison looks like she's ready for anything and everything, "Dare." she stated finishing off her glass, and she poured herself another.

"Alright Ali, I dare you to put on so much red lipstick that you look like a clown, and then we post the pictures on Facebook." Emily dared her.

Alison took her red lipstick our of her purse and went to the bathroom and did as Emily dared. "Alright let's get some pics of me face!" Ali said as she came back out the lower half of her face covered in the red lipstick. She put the tube of lipstick next to her purse as she posed for everyone taking pictures, and we all posed them on our face books.

After we got the pictures, Spencer looked to Toby, "Alright Toby. It's your turn! So, what's it gonna be? Truth, or dare?" she asked her boyfriend leaning up against him. You can definitely tell that she is really feeling good with all that she's had to drink.

He laughed at her, "Dare." he stated.

She got closer to him. "Kiss me." she dared him, and with that dare he put his arm around his waist and pulled her into a deep passionate kiss. When they pulled away from each other they both had smiled on their faces.

"So Spencer, what are you going to choose truth or dare?" Toby asked her after they put themselves back together from the kiss.

"Truth." She simply stated.

"What food condiment would you want to be?" he asked her trying not to laugh too much, but he got everyone in the room to laughing even harder then we had been.

"What food condiment do I want to be? What kind of question is that?" she asked him furrowing her eyebrows, not quite sure how to answer his question. Spencer might be the smartest one out of all of us, except when she's drunk. Right now I don't think she could tell the color red from the color green.

He jut laughed even more, "If you were to be a food condiment, which one would you be?" he asked her being a little bit more specific this time, but he was laughing so hard that he had a hard time rephrasing the question.

"I don't know! I guess I'll say ketchup. It's good on hamburgers and hotdogs and stuff like that." she stated, still not quite sure how to answer his question, but she tried her best.

Hanna turned to Caleb, "Kay, hotness, it is your turn! What shall it be, truth or dare?" she asked him pouring her fifth cup, and going back to stand in front of Caleb chugging he cup down.

"Dare." he told her after she put her glass down to look at him.

"I dare you to do a handstand. Aria and I'll spot you." she dared him, motioning for me to stand back up and help her.

He stood up, "Are you really sure that you want for me to do this?" he asked Hanna, knowing that he has never done a handstand in his life.

"Yes!" Hanna and I said in unison. So with us saying that he kicked off the ground and Hanna and I caught him when he got to a vertical position, then we let him back down, "Well, you didn't lever, or squeeze your butt, or point your toes. You would never be able to be a cheerleader." Hanna said criticizing him. I think considering that he's a guy and he never done a handstand before

He raised an eyebrow, "Why thank you so much for your support. But now, it is your turn. So, if I really have to ask. Truth or dare?" he asked her.

She smiled, "Dare of course." she stated batting her eyelashes like she does so well, especially when she is drunk.

Caleb smiled at her, "I dare you to drink a glass of strait vodka as fast as you can." he dared. Ohh, things just got good! I was half way expecting for him to dare her to strip.

She got a new glass and poured the vodka and gulped it down as fast as she could. After she drank it she coughed a few times, "That stuff tastes a whole lot better in Dr Pepper." she stated pouring herself another glass of Dr Pepper without any of the vodka.

The rest of the night went a lot like that. Hanna ended up stripping too, and no one was wearing a shirt by the time we all passed out. No one went home, partly because we were too drunk to drive, and partly we all fell asleep before anyone got a chance to leave


A/N Thank you for reading yet another chapter! Since it's been so long since I've posted 'Our Little Problems' I feel like it's important that every now and then I have some flashbacks put in here from there. What do you guys think? Your opinions mean everything to me! I mean it!

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Kisses! XOXO ~TotalCowGirl