"So I'm gonna be a big sister?" Daniella's voice asked us that night during dinner, just after telling her I was pregnant.

"Yes," Ezra and I replied in unison.

She smiled and sat up straighter, "wow," she said, munching on a carrot with a huge smile. The three of us spent the night peacefully in the apartment, playing board games and watching TV. Every so often, Daniella was probably thinking about how she'd be a big sister and how important that role was, because she'd smile out of nowhere.

It has been about a month since I told Ezra and Daniella, and now I'm really starting to feel pressured to tell my parents. Since today was a Thursday, I called Ezra at around three, when he comes home. "Hello?" he answered the phone on the second ring.

"Ezra, I think we should tell my parents." I simply said, Hanna staring at me from across the couch while trying to watch the Food Network.

I could just see his eyes growing wide as he asked, "When? Saturday?"

"Yeah," I said, "we could just go to Rosewood, and…tell them everything."

"And we'll bring Daniella?" he still sounded unsure.

I nodded, and then stopped realizing he wasn't standing here, "Well my parents would want to meet their granddaughter." I responded. We talked for about half an hour more, making all the arrangements, before hanging up. Hanna raised her eyebrows at me as I made my way to my room to pack for going back to Rosewood for the weekend.

The next day I went to the doctor for an appointment early in the morning, and found out the gender of my baby. The moment was probably one of the happiest moments of my life, and I wished I scheduled it at a time Ezra would be able to make it at, because now it's all very exciting. Even my parents will be happy.

On Saturday morning, Ezra picked me up in front of my apartment building, and I climbed into the car, officially being sick of Rosewood. "Where are we going?" Daniella curiously asked from the backseat while coloring in a Disney princess coloring book.

"Well, we're going to meet your other grandma and grandpa," I started.

She asked, "I have more than Grandma Ruth you mean?"

Ezra and I said "yes." "But you probably want to take a nap because it takes a while to get to where they live," Ezra added in.

A few minutes later, and Daniella had dozed off. Ezra was quick to asked me the gender of our unborn baby, and I happily told him, watching as his eyes got wide in astonishment. The rest of the familiar ride to Rosewood could only be described as boring. We took a bathroom break at McDonald's and tried to figure out a way to tell my parents while there. We piled back into the car and before I knew it, we were already pulling into my old driveway. Ezra turned the car off and we sat there in pure silence for a few endless seconds.

Without saying anything, the three of us climbed out of the warm silver car and into the cool winter air of Rosewood. "It smells clean here," Daniella commented, causing Ezra and I to chuckle. Daniella then begged to have Ezra carry her because her feet were asleep, and we quickly made our way up the annoyingly small driveway. Ezra and I exchanged one more worried glance before ringing the door bell.

"Aria, why are you here anyway?" Mike asked as he opened the door without looking at who he was opening to door to. He changed the channel on TV from the front door and then looked us. "holy crap," he muttered when his eyes rested on Daniella and Ezra next to me.

"Mike?" What's going- oh my god." My mother joined Mike in gaping at us from inside the house while we stayed put on the front steps.

Byron made his way down the stairs and his mouth hung open when he looked through the doorframe at us, "oh fuck," he swore under his breath, joining my mom and brother at the door.

Ella icily said, "Come in," and opened the door slightly wider in a not-so-friendly way. She led the six of us to the living room. Ezra, Daniella, and I sat on the love seat, while Ella, Byron, and Mike took the couch.

"How did this start again?' Ella demanded. "And who's she?" Ella's eyes rested on Daniella, who was looking curiously at the TV and trying to figure out what was on while playing with her curly brown hair.

"She," I started, motioning to Daniella, "is Daniella, our daughter."

Byron shouted, "What the hell? How is that even possible? She looks about five years old!"

"Actually I'm six," Daniella corrected him, proudly holding up six fingers in order to help him remember her age.

"How can she be your daughter, Aria? You and Ezra stopped seeing each other a long time ago." Mike's voice was a lot calmer than anybody else's in the room as he asked the question.

"I had her when I was seventeen," I confessed simply.

Everybody looked curiously at us, and Ezra and I then had to explain everything that happened from when we were banned from seeing each other to September when I got to meet Daniella again. Ezra looked at Ezra in a slightly different way when they found out he was the one who had been responsible for raising Daniella, but they were still mad at me for lying to them all these years. They kept on asking us pesky questions, like "Does she eat vegetables?" "What grade is she in?" Then Mike asked, "So what's going on with you two now? Is there a reason why you felt the absolute urge to tell us this weekend when we'll be seeing you in a few months for Easter? I mean, what's a few months gonna do?"

"There is another thing." Ezra said, gaining the attention of everybody in the room.

"I'm pregnant." I blurted out before anybody could even ask what it was.

I need names for their kid, boy/girl suggestions are welcome!

So I probably won't be updating until after Christmas, but I don't think there's many more chaptes left anyway.

Well Happy Christmas, Merry Hanukkah, Happy New Year, and just plain Happy Holidays until then!