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I woke up this morning with a horrible feeling of dread. It's Friday, which means that Ezra's parents are coming over for dinner. I have never met them and neither have my parents. Ezra's parents have no idea that I am thirteen and a half weeks pregnant. Ezra's father knows almost everything about me, even how old I am. Ezra's mother on-the-other-hand has no idea that I am seventeen years old – seven years younger than Ezra. Also, Ezra mentioned that his parents haven't seen each other for five years and that they don't get on very well. Now, if all of that is not a recipe for disaster, then I don't know what is.

Yesterday, I went to Ezra's apartment after school and he told me a lot about his parents and his brother Noah, who by the way lives in California so therefore gets to miss out on this disaster called dinner. His father's name is Andrew and apparently he is a mellow, kind and gentle man. Probably where Ezra gets his charm from. His mother, Eliza is quite the opposite. Ezra told me that she was a loving and devoted mother when he was younger until she left him, his brother and his father to live in New York when Ezra was just fifteen and Noah just eleven. It was when she moved to New York that she became uptight, selfish and bitter. She still calls her boys once a week and she obviously loves them if she agreed to this dinner.

Now I am sitting at the table, eating an apple and probably worrying too much, which I have been told numerous times that it is not healthy for the baby.

My thoughts were interrupted when I received a text message. I was relieved to see that it was from Ezra and not that bitch A, who is a whole other story that I can't be bothered getting into right now. Besides worrying is not good for the baby, so I try to forget about 'Shim' as much as I possibly can.

I opened the text from Ezra.

Hi, I was wondering if you wanted me to show up before my parents arrive or if I should just wait and arrive with them? - Ezra.

I quickly text him back.

Come over before, please. I am so nervous and need a really long hug from you. - Aria.

He text back fairly fast.

Okay, babe. I'll come by at 5.30pm, that okay? - Ezra.

That's perfect, see you then. Love you. - Aria.

Love you too. :) - Ezra.

My heart fluttered as I read his last text. It always did when he told me he loved me.

The door bell rang at exactly 5.30pm. I wasn't ready yet. I had done my make up, but I was still in a pair of leggings and one of Ezra's shirts. I knew it was Ezra at the door so I ran down the stairs and almost pushed my Mom out of the way. I opened the door, Ezra was standing there with his boyish smile.

''Hi. Come in.'' I said.

He came in and enveloped me in a warm hug. We stood hugging for about three minutes before I pulled away. ''I have to put my dress on, do you want to wait downstairs with my Mom and Dad or come upstairs with me?'' I winked at him.

He smiled. ''I think I'll come upstairs with you.

We made our way upstairs to my bedroom. Ezra walked in first and sat down on my bed. I closed the door behind us, then walked over to Ezra, I sat on his knees, straddling him. He placed his lips on mine and we kissed passionately. It started to get heated. I put my hands on his chest and tried to push him backwards on my bed.

''Aria, your parents are downstairs.''

''They are cooking.'' I kissed his neck.

''You should get dressed, babe. My parents will be here soon.''

I got up off of him. ''Did you have to remind me.'' I walked over to get my dress. I took my shirt off then my leggings and slipped my dress on. ''Can you zip me?'' I whispered.

Ezra walked toward me and put one of his hands on my zipper and the other on my shoulder. He pushed my hair away from my neck and began kissing my neck.

It felt good and I wanted nothing more than for this to lead to something else but he was right when he said his parents would be here soon. ''Babe, my zipper.''

He stopped kissing me and did my zipper. ''We should go see if your parents need any help.''

We left my room and went downstairs to the kitchen where my Mom and Dad were preparing dinner. ''Do you need any help?'' I asked them.

''Sure, that would be great. Can you set the table?'' My Mom asked.

''Of course.'' I replied.

Ezra and I finished setting the table when the door bell rang. My heart skipped a beat and I looked at Ezra. He gave me a reassuring smile and we walked to the door together. First to arrive was Ezra's father, Andrew.

''Hi, Dad. Come in.'' Ezra gave his father a hug before pulling away. He pointed his hand toward me. ''Dad, this is Aria. Aria this is my Dad.''

I smiled and shook his hand. ''Nice to meet you, Mr Fitz.''

''You too, Aria. But please call me Andrew.'' He smiled.

Andrew had the exact same hair color as Ezra's and his hair even had some curls at the end, just like Ezra's. Ezra looked a lot like his father. They had the same shape of face, same smile, same hair and they even sounded the same. The only thing that Ezra didn't get from his father was his blue eyes. Andrew had dark brown eyes.

A moment later the doorbell rang again. I opened the door to see Ezra's Mom. ''Hi. Come in.'' I smiled.

Ezra hugged his mother. ''Mom, how are you? This is Aria, my girlfriend.'' He pointed to me.

''It's really nice to meet you Mrs …''

''Eliza, please call me Eliza.''

''It's so nice to meet you, Eliza.'' I offered my hand to shake but instead she leaned forward and embraced me with a hug. I suddenly felt more at ease.

''You too, Aria.''

My parents came out of the kitchen to greet Ezra's parents before showing them to the dining table. My parents sat at either end of the table, Ezra and I right next to each other, Eliza across from Ezra, Andrew across from me and Mike sitting in the middle of Eliza and Andrew. Since they had gotten here neither Eliza nor Andrew had said a word to each other. Dinner seemed to be going great, my parents and Ezra's parents were getting on well and Eliza seemed to have taken a liking to me. The only awkwardness was between Eliza and Andrew.

''So,'' Eliza spoke. ''Are you two lovers going to tell us how you met?''

I almost choked on my chicken. Ezra took my hand under the table. There was an awkward silence. My parents looked at each other, Andrew looked at Ezra. Eliza is the only one at the table who doesn't know anything about Ezra and I. ''Uh, Mom it's a long story.'' Ezra broke the silence.

''That's okay, I've got time.'' She smiled.

''We met in a bar.'' Ezra replied.

''I'm guessing there is more to that, because that was not long.''

I took a sip of my water before speaking. ''We met in a bar and fell for each other. The next day we found out that I was Ezra's student.''

Eliza's eyes suddenly got wide. ''Ezra Jakob Fitz! Are you trying to tell me that you are dating a student of yours? How dare you? I taught you better.'' She looked from Ezra to me. ''And you, how could you date a teacher? It is illegal. Tell me, how old are you?''

''Actually Mom, no she is not my student, anymore. I left Rosewood Day High School so that we could be together, our relationship is not illegal. And as for teaching me better, you have some nerve to say that to me. You left when I was fifteen!''

Eliza was silent for a moment.

''Eliza, I am seventeen. I will be eighteen in nine weeks. Don't be angry at Ezra for this, I was the one who continued to pursue the relationship. Ezra called it off, but we were already in love. I love him, Eliza. So much. He loves me. If that is not enough, then I don't know what is. He is not my teacher anymore and he hasn't been for just over a year, our relationship is completely legal. And while we are discussing this, there is something else that we need to tell you.'' I looked from Eliza to Andrew and back to Eliza. ''Both of you.''

Ezra squeezed my hand under the table and leaned in to whisper in my ear. ''I'm so proud of you, baby for that speech.''

''Well?'' Eliza spoke.

''I'm pregnant. You are going to be grandparents.''

Eliza's eyes went wide again and her face started turning red. ''Oh my god! There's no way. You can't be. Ezra, how could you, she's seventeen for goodness sakes! She is just a stupid little kid!.''

A tear fell from my eye and rolled down my cheek. I let go of Ezra's hand, got up from the table and ran upstairs to my bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me. I grabbed my coat and my purse. I wanted to leave. I felt hurt. How could she call me a stupid little kid? There was a knock on my door and I opened it. Ezra was standing there, looking worried. I pushed past him and started to make my way downstairs.

''Aria! Where are you going?'' Ezra called after me. He caught up with me and pulled my arm.

We were standing on the middle of the stairs. I heard my parents arguing with Ezra's parents. This was not good. ''I'm leaving.''

''No, don't.'' Ezra replied.

''I have to. Let go of my arm.'' Ezra didn't let go of my arm and I struggled to get away from him then I dropped my purse. He let my arm go and I bent down to pick it up. As I bent down, the purse strap got tangled on my ankle. I lifted my foot to shake it off but instead of my purse falling off I fell. It seemed to happen in slow motion. Ezra tried to grab me but it was too late. As I was falling I wrapped my arms around my stomach to protect my baby. I landed at the bottom of the stairs, then everything went black.