Hey everyone! Here's an update. It is the longest chapter that I have written yet. I hope you enjoy. Please comment and review!

Previously:

We laid there trying to regulate our breathing. I stared up towards the ceiling and skimmed my fingers up and down in back not bothered by the sweat that accumulated there. I didn't want to leave this bed. I wanted to stay here forever, with the man I loved.

"We need to get going baby," he said, detaching himself from me. My body twitching as he removed his cock from me.

"I know, I just am not ready to go back to a life of secrets." I sat up and moved about the room gathering my clothes. As I stood in only my jeans and bra, I felt warm hands slip around my hips pulling me towards a warm, but clothed chest.

Ezra kissed the top of my head, and then rested his chin on my shoulder. "Only a few more months, and then we won't have to hide. You will be all mine."

I smiled and turned into his arms and placed a soft kiss against his lips. "I love you Ezra Fitz. I'm sorry it took you an entire weekend to get it out of me."

"I love you Aria Montgomery, and I plan to love you forever."

Chapter 9: Thanksgiving

"God I am so done with this week," I growled, throwing my bag on the floor in the library. Emily looked up at me, and shaking her head vigorously in agreement. I had to laugh at her unkempt appearance. I don't think I have ever seen her this out of sorts. Her normal perfectly placed black hair was placed in a messy bun on top of her head, wayward hairs sticking in various ways around her face.

I glanced towards Spencer who was franticly typing away on her laptop. Most likely finishing her final paper that is due. She is always ahead, which is annoying but admirable. I should do what she does, but then I catch myself thinking about Ezra topless, wet, in the shower….Shit! Focus Aria!

Ezra has our third book report due this Friday. The book we just recently read was Pride and Prejudice. This novel is one of my absolute favorites. Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett have a romance of a lifetime. It is something not perfect. They are opposites. They fight and push each other at every turn, but in the end they are both enraptured by one another. Their romance is real and raw. Love is complicated and hard, it's never easy and I feel that Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth show case this. It also reminds me of Ezra and our relationship. I hope he sees that when he reads my paper.

I continue working vigorously by my two friends. I laugh as I notice all that is heard in the entire library is flipping pages and fast moving fingers stroking the keys of computers. Everyone gets so serious towards the end of the semester. Why none of us work this hard at the beginning of the semester, I will never know. Spencer throws her hands in the air with huge smile on her face. Emily and I raise an eyebrow in question. What on earth could she be excited about?

"I'm done bitches." She smile triumphantly as the harshly hit print on her laptop.

"Ha…ha…ha," I replied. Clenching my teeth to hold in my more verbal and cruel response. As Spencer walked towards the printers, my phone chimed, rather loudly causing multiple angry gazed to land on me. "Sorry," I mumbled silencing my phone. Whoever it was, it better be good. With a few clicks and a swipe, I gasp at the words on the screen.

Ezra: Baby…I am so hard for you right now. I just want to slip my fingers in your wet heat making you scream. Then I will rip those sexy green laced panties, hike your legs around my waist, and fuck you so good that you won't be able to remember your own name. You want that baby? If so, meet me in our supply closet in 10 minutes. Love you.

My thighs clenched together trying to ease any of the pressure that Ezra enticed in me with just his written words. All the blood in my body moved south as my clit swell and moisture began to pool between my legs damping through my panties. My nipples tightened and tingled, and I moaned as I shifted in my seat as the grazed against the fabric of my bra. A blush spread from my cheeks, down my neck, and across the swells of my breast, which were hidden by the lose fitting hoodie I decided to throw on because I came home late from Ezra's this morning, resulting in the lazy look I wore today.

"Aria?" Emily asked and I raised my heated gaze towards her. "Are you okay? You seem flushed."

"I'm fine," I croaked, noticing the huskiness to my voice. "I'm going to go for a walk, I'll meet you in Calculus in 20 minutes."

I could feel Emily's questioning eyes burning into my skull as I quickly packed up my things, panting as I went. I needed to hurry up, or I might simultaneously combust right here. I slipped my phone in my pocket and smiled timidly at Emily before I departed. I noticed suspicion laid in the depths of her brown eyes, I would have to deal with that later. What I needed right now was a certain Mr. Fitz hands guiding across my skin.

"Aria, wait," Emily pleaded. I wiped myself around and looked at her with desperation in my voice. "Emily please?" She furrowed her brow, and I knew she was unhappy, quite frankly she beyond pissed and tired of my secrets, but she also knows not to push. It will get her now where. Just as I turned around I ran into what felt like a brick wall, gasping as all air in my chest fell out. My hand latched on to whatever I could, which happened to be hard, strong biceps.

"Miss. Montgomery." I raise my eyes to Ezra's ice blue ones. I let my eyes roam his body. He was wearing tight fitting black dress slacks with a black belt. Tucked in the waist band was a beautiful light pale purple dress shirt accompanied by a black buttoned vest. I smirked as my eyes landed on a silver gray tie. I just bought him that. On there on accord, my hands tighten around his biceps and I softly groan to were only he can hear. In response, his eyes darkened into the deep blue ocean of lust that makes me want to fall to my knees and beg for him to touch me. "Are you alright?"

I cleared my throat and took a step back from him. "I'm just fine. I was just about to take a walk before my free period was up."

"I actually had just come to find you." I raised an eyebrow curious to where this was headed. "Your mother invited me over for Thanksgiving, but I am not sure what to bring. Then I had this brilliant idea to ask her daughter her mother's favorite dessert. I wanted to surprise Ella and so my thanks, and seemed the best route to go."

"Oh sure, not a problem. Do you have any cookbooks at your place?"

"Unfortunately no," he said lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck. I could only laugh at how uncomfortable he looked right at this moment.

"Come with me Mr. Fitz, upstairs there are some cookbooks."

"Really?"

"Yes," I laughed. "Were do offer many cooking and baking classes here and many times the students in those class have no idea what they are doing."

Together we made it to the second floor of the library. Just as I was headed to the direction of the cooking materials, I felt a warm hand encircle my arm. I stopped and turned noticing the change in Ezra's demeanor. No longer was he the uncomfortable and embarrassed man that just stood before me moments ago, in its place stood my boyfriend that carried the same look in his eyes he had right before he usually had my withering and panting underneath him.

He tilted his head towards the back corner of the library. An area that no one ever goes in. Yes, please! I nodded franticly, and almost stumbled as he tugged me into the direction. I followed him as an obedient dog waiting for his next command. We continued to make our journey towards the stacks, and I felt my excitement growing with each step. I know that less than 24 hours ago I held him in my arms, kissed him, and made loved to him, but the need I felt for him was something that needed to be quenched. If he didn't touch me, I was going to explode.

I let out a breath of relief once we reached our destination. In an instance, I was in his arms. Ezra's lips crashed against mine as he backed me into the far corner of the bookshelves. I intertwined my fingers in his hair, pulling myself on my tiptoes as I tried to get closer to him. I hissed as he grasped my bottom lip between his teeth tugging. "We don't have much time, and you have to promise me you will be quiet."

"Please baby," I groaned.

"I can never say no to you," he mumbled against my lips before pulling me into another earth shattering kiss.

Hands groped, caressed each other's bodies tugging at clothing. I felt warm fingers skim beneath my hoodie above the waistband of my sweats. I gasped against his lips as he slipped his fingers beneath my waistband, flicking a deft finger against my swollen bud. Ezra pushed two fingers into my tight warm heat. I had to bit on his neck to keep myself from crying out in pleasure. "God, baby…how are you always to wet and ready for me?" He asked in a strangled voice.

"I need you right now," I whispered against his neck, as I moved my hands to my pants pushing them to the floor and stepping out. I smiled triumphantly when I heard the soft clinking of the metal of his belt followed by the sound of a zipper. "Shit!" He groaned. "I don't have a condom with me right now."

My nostrils flared and I grabbed him by the waistband of his boxer and pulled him towards me, shoving a hand in and encompassing his heated member. "You do not get me all worked up and then lay this shit on me," I growled through my teeth. I dropped his member and pulled his pants passed his hips and encircled his neck. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. We both groaned as my pussy grazed against his hard cock. "You will fuck me right now. Make me come, and then I will get on my knees and make you come with my mouth. Got it?"

Suddenly, he thrust hard into me, knocking all air from my chest. "Jesus Christ," I gasped at the feeling of having him inside me without any barrier. Ezra let out a strangled groan and began to thrust hard within me. I bit down harshly on my bottom lip to hold in my whimpers of pleasure so much so that I tasted the metallic taste of my blood. Ezra began to pick up the pace and fuck me fast and hard. The only noise to be heard was the sound of heavy breathing and the sound of slapping skin. I growled as the bell rang and looked into his eyes giving him my "get your shit in gear face," and he began fucking me harder than I could have imagined while one hand rubbed my clit vigorously.

"Oh God," I cried as my body milked his cock for what it was worth. Ezra began to pull from me, but I held him to me tightly. "Don't baby," I panted. "I want to feel you fill me. Come for me baby." Ezra faced held this look of torn ecstasy. Knowing what I was asking from him and what the results could be. "I trust you, and I love you." Ezra shook his head in defeat and began pounding me with abandonment and covered my neck with his mouth as he rushed to his finish. His thrust became uneven and frantic and with a groan I felt the warmth of his send spill within me triggering my second orgasm which caught me so off guard that I let out a loud cry to be silenced by his lips.

Ezra lifted his lips from mine and smiled. "I love you, so much."

"I love you too."

****Friday*****

I slammed my locked, it should have been in excitement because I had a four day weekend, and instead it was in anger. I was absolutely livid right now. After our episode in the library, Ezra has kept his distance from me. He wouldn't answer my calls, respond to my text, and would barley look at me when I was in class. At first I thought I may be because he is busy this week or something, but in class today. I noticed something. There was something in his eyes that he was trying to hide from me. I was going to find out, and I was going to find out right fucking now.

I stormed through the halls weaving pass students, ignoring the looks from those I rudely shoved passed to make my way through the crowd. I just didn't care right at this moment. My boyfriend was being a complete asshat, and I am allowed to be a bitch in situations like this. As I neared his classroom, I looked around to see if anyone was watching and slipped in shutting and locking the door behind me. Ezra looked up and his eyes widened when he noticed it was me. "Aria," he gasped.

I held up a hand and stalked towards him. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You haven't called me, texted me! Ezra, you won't even look at me," I croaked as I my insecurities began to surface. I felt tears slipping down my cheeks. "What did I do?" I realized I came in here angry, but I was more hurt than anything.

"Oh Aria, it has nothing to do with you. I has everything to do with me."

"What?"

Ezra stood and walked to me. One of his hands caressed my cheek and I leaned into the touch relishing in its warm.

"I can't believe I could be so reckless."

"Ezra?"

"Monday, Aria. You could be pregnant. I should have pulled out. I should have said no to you. I can't ruin your life because I am so selfish."

I watched him carefully. He looked so torn and broken. I lifted my hands and encompassed his face, forcing him to look at me. "Ezra I asked you not to stop. If it would be anyone's fault, it would be mine. I understand the risk we took. Hopefully God is on our side and there is no baby, but if there is that doesn't change one thing. I still love you. In a matter of weeks, we won't have to hide anymore. Everything will be okay. Please Ezra, don't shut me out like that ever again. We are a team right?"

Ezra leaned down and place a gentle kiss on my lips. "Your right. I'm so sorry." Before I could respond, he placed his lips against mine once again and I lost myself into his kiss. I knew that we were okay, and all of that anger and anxiety I felt all week diminished.

*****Saturday-Thanksgiving*****

I examined my reflection in the mirror for the tenth time today. I wore a simple white sleeveless top along with a navy blue jacket. I wore tight khaki's with dark brown boots. My hair flowed passed my shoulders in large bouncy curls. The necklace I wore was simple, but extremely beautiful. On a silver chain hung a royal blue rose. Makeup wise, I went for a more natural look. Light brown eye shadow extenuated my large hazel eyes with the aid of mascara my eyes tonight would be my greatest feature. I applied a pale pink lip gloss and smiled at my appearance. Ezra wouldn't know what hit him.

When my mother first told me that Ezra would be joining us for Thanksgiving I was completely confused. Thanksgiving was generally a small and private event at our household. I would wake to the smell of cinnamon rolls accompanied by a turkey roasting in the oven. Throughout the day we would cook and laugh. We would watch the Thanksgiving parade in New York and later football. We generally didn't even get dressed, we would stay in our pajamas, but with Ezra joining us we all decided to dress for the occasion.

My mother explained to me that Ezra wouldn't be going home for the holidays. She said the he and his family have had a falling out recently, and it surprised me that he hasn't told me himself, but I don't want to pressure him. He will tell me when he is ready.

It was almost 4 o'clock and Ezra would be here any minute. I decided that I should go and see if my mother needed any help setting up. I inhaled deeply as I made my way closer to the kitchen. Ella Montgomery is the best cook on this plant, or at least that the title her family would give her. I pushed open the swinging door leading to the kitchen and laugh at the sight before my eyes. My mother still hasn't showered, and was wearing her pink kitten pajama pants and the matching shirt. She was applying the final basting of the turkey when I walked towards her taking the instrument from her hand.

"Mom go shower, I'll set the table and get everything ready. Mr. Fitz should be here any minute, and I don't think you want her to see this."

Mom looked down and laughed to herself. "You would be right! I'll be back down in a few minutes." She kissed my cheek and then passed through the door.

I finished the final basting of the turkey and placed in back in the oven for a few more minutes. I turned towards the cabinets that held the plates and opened it, grabbing five large ones and five smaller ones. I set those down on the counter top, and then went in search for the napkins and silverware. Once I had everything, I piled it all together and moved towards the swinging door leading into the dining room.

I noticed that mom had already had the table cloth and the glasses out, which made this even easier than it needed to be. As I moved around setting up the table my mind wandered back to what Ezra said before I left his apartment last night.

Flashback

"I had a dream last night," he started as I ran my fingers lazily across his naked chest. "In my dream you were standing by a window looking out. When I called you name you turned and I noticed your hands were caressing you swollen belly and you smiled at me. I ran up to you and kissed you, and then I dropped to my knees before you. I ran my hands across your stomach and kissed it. My heart swelled in my chest with such pride and happiness at the thought of you baring my child. I woke up and knew that you are the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with."

I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. At the realization that he wasn't scared or hated the idea of me carrying his child, but it was something he truly wanted someday. I leaned up and kissed him passionately. As our kiss grew I straddled his naked waist and impaled myself on his engorged organ gasping in pleasure.

"I love you," I panted.

"I love you too. Always."

"And forever."

End of Flashback

I jumped as the doorbell echoed through the house. I heard the door open and my father greet Ezra. I had just finished setting the dinnerware when Ezra and my father emerged through the connecting door.

"Hi, Mr. Fitz," I said softly with a kind smile.

"Hi Aria."

"So Mr. Fitz do you watch football?"

Ezra tore his gaze from mine and followed my father out of the room as they began talking of their favorite teams. Their easiness with one another could only bring me joy. Someday, Ezra will be here as my boyfriend, lover, and eventually husband. Will my father still treat him the same? The sound of my mother entering the kitchen brought me out of my thoughts. It was show time! For the next twenty minutes or so my mother and I moved around the kitchen to the dining room, setting dishes on the table. Once everything was ready, the boys were called into the room.

My father took his usual stop and the front of the table. Creating this old fashioned patriarchal atmosphere. On his left, sat my mother and Mike, and on his right sat Ezra and myself. "Let say grace everyone," my father announced holding out his hands. Around the table we grasped hands and bowed our heads as my father said grace.

We began digging in and I felt the warmth of a hand on my thigh and my heart began to flutter. I looked in to Ezra's beautiful blue eyes and seen so much love and happiness, and it was in this moment I knew that I couldn't live a day without him in my life. He was my forever, and I couldn't wait for the world to know.

Until next time -H