Ezra's POV

It was christmas. Everything about this was so unreal. I could see that this was taking a toll on Aria, but she forced a smile. If you didn't know her as well as I did, you wouldn't be able to tell if she was being sincere, but I did know her, so well. The doorbell rang, and I heard Wyatt run for the door. Aria's parents had been staying in a motel for the last 2 weeks. Aria needed her mother here because she was about to have the baby. She was at her past her due date and pretty irritable. She smiled when I did. Laughed when I did. Stayed silent when I did. I felt like she didn't want to be here anymore. Like she wanted out. But out of what, something hadn't been right.

"Hey mom," I heard her say as she opened the door again. Her mother had a hard time hugging her for obvious reasons, and her dad too. They smiled at her, completely unsure of how to act around her. I brushed my fingers through my hair, and came over to where she is. I slid my arm around her. I almost jumped. I forgotten how good it felt to touch her. Her bare skin. She was wearing a beautiful knit top and her hair was brushed to perfection and smelled like rosemary.

Her breathing was very shaky and she kept squeezing her eyes shut, like she was in pain. I looked at her worriedly.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

"Yea," she said, "It's just, the lights are so bright in here!" she said. She grasped her stomach and let out a heavy sigh, trying not to show the obvious pain she was in. I began to become even more worried.

"Aria, we should get you to the-"

"Ezra, what the hell-" she yelled, "God! I can't see, everything is blurry!" I looked at Ella and Byron.

"We are going to get you to the hospital," I said trying to act calmer than I actually was.

"Someone has to watch the kids Ezra!" she cried to me. Ella and I nodded and I told Aria that Ella would watch them. I kept her supported until I got her buckled into the car. I jumped in and zoomed past all the cars I could (I got a couple of honks along the way and about 3 people flipping me off). When we finally got to the hospital, Aria was almost in tears, complaining of a horrible headache. I rushed into the ER, and called a doctor over. Please dear god, I thought, please let her be okay!

Aria's POV

I woke up to a pounding to my chest. I was so groggy. I think I must have fallen asleep at some point. I looked over to the door. Ezra rushed in, hearing I was awake.

"How long was I asleep?" I asked him.

"Aria," he said, holding my hand, "let the doctor talk to you." I was so confused.

"Ezra," I said, "I just went to sleep, right?" Ezra looked around, I looked down, feeling for my stomach, to find that it wasn't there. "EZRA!" I cried, "WHERE IS MY BABY! EZRA!" I started to sob, sitting up and whipping my head around, and frantically calling out, and screaming. Where was my baby?! He rushed to the door and called for a doctor. The doctor rushed to me. He turned to Ezra and told him that he couldn't give me anything because I was responding horribly to everything. I kept screaming and crying, and Ezra walked to the side of the bed, and yelled.

"ARIA! THE BABY IS FINE! HE'S ALIVE! HE'S IN THE NICU!" Ezra screamed. I looked at him, and my eyes grew wide.

"He?" I asked. Ezra nodded, smiling, "He's fine?" Ezra nodded again. He turned to the doctor, apologizing.

"Ms. Montgomery," he said, "You had a seizure after your husband brought you here. We did some tests after you stabilized, and we found you had Eclampsia, as a result of pre-eclampsia that went untreated during your pregnancy," he looked at Ezra, trying not to look at me.

"Is our son okay?" I asked.

"We're keeping him under watch, he should be okay, but were just making sure. He has a very low birth weight. He's only 4 pounds, 8 ounces." I nodded. "Other than that, he should be fine."

"Thank god!" I sighed looking to Ezra. The doctor nodded and exited, and Ezra ran his fingers through my hair. He kissed my head, my face.

Later we went to see him. He was so perfect.

"What should we name him?" Ezra asked. Our son held onto my index finger.

"I think we should name him James," I joked. I laughed. We weren't ones for J names. But Ezra didn't laugh.

"I like it!" he said.

"Yea?" I asked smiling at him. I mauled it over.

"Hi James Montgomery-Fitz!" I said to him. "Hi."