"I can't believe you are adopting a kid."

"I can't believe you were pregnant and had a miscarriage without telling us."

"Guys, I had only known I was pregnant for like three weeks when I had the miscarriage. We were planning on telling you when we were twelve weeks along, but we never got that fair."

"But why did Aria get to know and not us?"

"I don't know, I needed someone other than Caleb to talk to and she was the first person to come to mind. Now shush, I think she is starting to wake up."

This is the conversation that I woke up to. I slowly opened my eye and found Hanna, Spencer, and Emily all staring at me. Spencer is in a full suit with a black pencil skirt and a matching pinstripe jacket, typically something she would wear to work. Emily and Hanna surprisingly enough are in sweats. It's obvious that Em and Spencer dropped what they were doing work wise and came up here. Hanna, is looking for comfort, and something that she won't care if Ryder spits up on.

"Hey, guys." I greeted them as my mind started to wake up. Dang, if I had anything in my stomach, I would probably throw it up right now. I feel like total crap. Maybe I should just go back to sleep, that way I'm at least not thinking about the whole feeling like I was just shot because I was thing.

The three of them smiled at me, "You have no idea how worried we were. I can't believe that it was your dad all along, and anyone we ever suspected to be in on it, was. I am so glad you are okay." Spencer told me going way too fast. If I didn't know Spencer like the back of my hand, I would have had no idea what she was saying. She's definitely had her fair share of caffeine today. Okay, Spencer and Abby need to meet and share their love of caffeine together. Now that would be a friendship made in heaven.

Emily rubbed my leg, "I just can't believe that we didn't realize this sooner, especially with everything we knew about him." she informed me with a look of frustration and concern on her face.

I sighed. "Byron was sick and knew how to manipulate people into thinking that he was a good person. He was smart and used an army of people to cover his tracks. If it weren't for the fact that he knew that he was going to die, I'm sure that he would have continued to hide behind the army of people and let them take the fall for everything." I explained the workings of his twisted mind to them.

Hanna cocked her head to the side, "You keep calling him Byron. You haven't called him dad once since you found out that he was the person behind this." she observed. Dang, maybe she would make a good agent after all if she's caught that. No, she just knows me almost better than anyone.

I tried to shrug my shoulders but that sent shooting pain through my arm, so I went with a sigh. "He isn't deserving of the title father. I have men in my life that suite that role so much better. He didn't even come to my wedding you know. He claimed that I was throwing my life away to some playboy. He wasn't the one to walk me down the aisle. He never taught me how to protect myself, he never loved me." It had been a lot of drama with Byron when Tony and I made the announcement that we were getting married. When it came down to it, on my wedding day Gibbs walked me down the aisle. He is more of a father to me than the one who birthed me ever was.

They gave me respectful nods, "Are you going to go to his funeral?" Spencer questioned. She knew that it was a touchy question, but it was one that need to be asked.

This was a question that I really didn't know the answer to. My mind shot to Mike and the look of devastation that he had on his face when we were talking about Byron earlier. "I'll have to talk to Mike and Tony about that one. If Mike wants me there, then I'll be there. If he's indifferent... Well, I need to talk to Tony about it. Speaking of my brother, and my wonderful husband, where are they?" I questioned missing the reassuring presence of Tony by my side, I also want to get the subject off of the funeral. Who is going to plan it? His parents are dead, his brother is dead, yeah mom was his emergency contact, but they were separated. I know that I can't be the one to do it. Hopefully mom still cares about him enough to plan a simple burial.

Hanna smiled at me, "Tony is with Tim. Mike and Hilary are in the gift shop. They should all be back here soon." she reassured me as she checked her phone, "I left Ryder with Abby. I should probably check on him." she added as she stepped out of the room.

Emily and Spencer both gave me confused looks, "So why did you let Hanna come and not us?" Emily asked. There isn't any resentment in her voice, just confusion. Do they really not understand why I needed Hanna and Hanna alone this week?

I unconsciously started to rub my stomach, "I was there for Hanna when she had her miscarriage. I flew down there and spent a week with them, taking care of things, helping them morn, and I helped Hanna come to terms with the death of her baby. When I found out I was pregnant I was terrified. I knew that the only person that would really understand and be able to help me was her. It turned out to be good to, because Ryder is going to get a great set of parents." I explained, smiling in the direction Hanna had left. She's a good mom. I am so happy for her getting a second chance at motherhood.

Tony walked back in with a cup of coffee in his hand, and a stressed look on his face. "Hey, babe. How're you feeling?" he asked me as he planted a peck on my lips and sat down next to me.

I groaned in response. "I feel like I was just shot. I feel like if I had anything in my stomach that I would throw up." I complained. I feel like I have complaining rights after everything I've been through and the fact that I can play the hormonal pregnant woman card now. Besides that, Tony is the biggest baby ever when he gets sick. He has his annual sinus infection every spring and he acts like he's dying. Although I'm sure he's just remembering what it was like when he had the plague.

He squeezed my hand, "I'm sorry. Tell me what I can do to make it all better." he told me. His voice is filled with a mixture of love, concern, stress, and pain. I can see in his eyes that he hates seeing me here in this position, and he is concerned for both me and our baby. I can see the pain that it give him to see me in pain, and the stress that the entire week has caused.

I smiled at him, I wish I could curl up in his lap right about now, "Just stay here with me." I requested. His mere presence makes everything better. This past week had been trying on both of us, but it has just made our love for each other stronger. He is my rock.

Tony flashed his charming smile that I love so much, "Always." he promised.

Hanna walked back in, "I'm going to go get Ryder from Abby. Do you guys want to come meet your nephew?" Hanna asked them so I can have a little bit of alone time with my husband.

Both Spencer and Emily shot up with excitement, "Yes! We'll be back in a little while, Ar. Love you!" they told me as they were out the door. Yeah, I know where I am in all of this, below the baby that's where. As it should be though, I would definitely like some time with my man, we haven't gotten too much of that in the past week.

Much to my displeasure a nurse walked in as they left to check my vitals along with the baby's. "I'm going to bring you some soup and some water. I know that you probably aren't feeling up to much, but you've got to keep that baby fed." she told me as the wrote something down on my clipboard.

My stomach did a backflip. I'm not so sure about the food right now, but I didn't say anything, she's right. The baby has to eat. When she walks out I look at Tony with displeasure, "I'm not sure if my stomach is up to eating right now. I know that the baby needs to eat, I just don't think that I need to eat." I complained some more as I clutched my upset stomach with my good arm.

He gave a half hearted laugh, "Well you and the baby are kind of a packaged deal right now, babe. You have to eat for the baby to eat. It'll be okay, I promise. Even if you get sick, I'll be here with you through it all." he reassured me as the nurse walked back in with the food.

She smiled at me as she got the table set up in front of me with my water and broth. She handed Tony a bucket, I groaned. "Small sips, okay? Take your time. You've got a bucket just in case." she instructed me as she walked back out leaving me to try and eat.

I gave Tony a look saying I am not too sure about this, but I all the same use my good arm and take a sip of the water through the straw. The moisture felt good in my dry mouth and throat, but it made me feel sick to the stomach. This is not going to be easy. Three sips in my stomach couldn't take anymore and I lost the little I had eaten. "I hate this." I wined once my heaves subsided.

Tony picked up my spoon, "You've got to start somewhere. It'll help you get better." he encouraged as he put the spoon in my mouth. He's right. I'm sure once I can get my stomach to the point where it isn't so upset, eating will help me feel better. I'm ready to feel better and get back to work.

It didn't feel the greatest, but I finished my soup without getting sick again. "So it's just occurred to me, that yes, I know that the baby is just fine, but I don't know anything about him. How far along am I?" I asked so I could get my mind off of the pain in my arm.

He smiled at me, "You're around eight weeks. That explains why you got sick the other day, it was mourning sickness." he informed me with a proud smile on his face. He is excited about this baby. I can see it in face. We hadn't really talked about children before. We've just been happy with each other. I'm glad that he's excited, I don't know what I would do if he wasn't.

I didn't get a chance to respond before Ducky walked in, "Hello, my dear. You look like you're doing pretty well considering all of the trauma your body's gone through in the last couple of days." he greeted me as he stood at the foot of my bed and took a look at my chart.

I nodded my head, "Yeah, I think I'm doing pretty good. Don't think I'll go lift weights anytime soon though." I joked as I rubbed my cast. There has yet to be any signatures on it, I really need to change that.

Ducky took a seat in one of the chairs, "So if all goes well you'll be here for about six more days so they can keep an eye on you and the baby. Then they'll let you go home, but you have to rest. No coming into work. You'll need to rest for another week and they'll have an appointment to see how you're doing, and if you're doing alright, you can have you next surgery. When you have recovered from that you should be able to come back to work if all goes well." he gave me the run down of the next few months of my life.

I sighed, "Yeah, I heard that it's going to take another surgery to get my arm better." I commented with a scowl. I don't like that I'm not going to be able to just bounce back from this.

He nodded his head, "You'll most likely be just fine by the time your baby is born." he eased my fears. I don't want the baby coming before I'm at least mostly healed.

Mike interrupted my thoughts when he walked in, "I got a rainbow set of sharpies, you're welcome!" he announced with excitement as he walked over to me threw the box into my lap and came at me with a blue marker.

I squealed, almost as excited as he is about this, "No profanity!" I told him as I adjusted my arm so he good get a good angle on my cast.

He rolled his eyes at me, "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." he said as he started writing, deep in concentration.

Hilary is standing in the doorway, "Should I be scared about what he's writing?" I asked her. There is no telling what my dear little brother is going to write if it isn't just his name that he's putting on there.

She shrugged her shoulders, looking awfully curious herself about what Mike is writing. "I would tell you if I knew, but he won't tell me." she said in an apologetic voice. She walked in a little farther so she could get a better look at what he is writing.

Mike stood up with a smile on his face once he finished writing. I saw all of the faces in the room smile. I looked down at my arm, "You're my hero, I love you big sis. - Mike" I read. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes and I reached my good arm up and reached for a hug. "I love you too, Mike." I told him as he wrapped his arms around me.

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "You are. I was wanting to talk to you about the funeral. Mom is back home working on it as we speak. I was wondering if you would be up to the trip over there next week to be there with me." he requested with a little bit of an apprehensive voice.

I smiled at him, "Of course Mike. I'll always be there for you and mom. When she she planning the funeral for?" I asked, a little apprehensive about this myself, but I know that this is something that really needs to be done. I'm not going for me, I really don't want to attend the funeral, but I need to be there for my family, so that is what I'm going to do.

"Next Friday, you get out this Friday, so that will give you a little bit of time to rest and take your time getting up there. Hil and I are going to leave this Friday after you're released to help mom get everything ready." He informed me.

Tony nodded his head, "Well we'll probably stay at home over the weekend, then catch a plane there on Monday so she can have some time to rest before everyone starts heading in for the funeral." he agreed. I hadn't gotten a chance to talk to him about going yet, but I'm glad that he is being understanding about the situation.

Hilary took her place at Mike's side, "If you want you can stay at my apartment, when I'm not at school or work I'll be helping out with everything, so you'll pretty much have the place to yourselves." she offered. I haven't really gotten to much of a chance to know Hilary very well, but I can see how sweet she is and how loving her heart is. I am overjoyed for Mike to be getting to marry this girl. I am really looking forward to getting to know her and welcome her into our crazy family.

I nodded my head, "That would be great, thank you. I really didn't want to stay at the house, I know that people will be swarming the place." I accepted her invitation with relief. I was seriously considering calling Mrs. Marin and asking if we could stay with her for the week.

A/N Both Aria and the baby are okay! There is still a road to recovery, but she is in the clear.

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