Hanna had been keeping her suspicions a secret to herself for several weeks. She had no idea where Caleb was now. He had simply come home or the holidays and then, poof, he disappeared again. Who knew how long it would be before he resurfaced on his own. It could be years. And according to the OB Hanna only had about five more months before she popped, herself.

She was feeling a little guilty though. Everyone was walking on egg shells around her. People were avoiding her, whispering about her when she walked by. She had seen Aria all over the place, probably more so now than she ever had before, and awkwardness got worse and worse with every run in. Hanna would look glance at Aria with pleading eyes, and Aria would simply pretend not to notice her and go about her business. Hanna wanted to ask her how she was, if she was okay, if her marriage was going to survive...even though she knew it was none of her business. Aria would never believe that Hanna really cared, when Hanna had cared little enough to let the affair begin in the first place.

"I shouldn't be doing this right now," Ezra stared through the windshield of Hanna's car and gripped his hands around the edges of his seat.

"You shouldn't...but you are..." Hanna teased, tipping her head to the side in Ezra's direction. Her blonde waves fell over her shoulder and tickled Ezra's arm.

"Why did you show up here?" He questioned her.

"Why did you get in my car?" She questioned him back.

Then there they both sat, silent.

Hiding in the darkness of a parked car was all too familiar to Ezra. He could clearly remember all of the times that he would pick Aria up off of the street and they would drive around in the dark, talking aimlessly for hours, not wanting to go anywhere particular, just wanting to be together.

This didn't feel like it had with Aria though.

With Aria it meant something. It was exciting. It served a purpose. They could actually be together.

With Hanna, it felt dirty. He felt the need to duck his head down under the window so no one would see him with her.

Hanna turned the car on and put it in drive, guiding the car out of the parking lot and on to the road.

"Uh Hanna...I have dinner reservations for Aria and I at 7:30 and it's already 6:45 I really can't go anywhere with you right now."

Yet she ignored him.

And Ezra ignored Aria's phone calls and text messages that night as well.

When he finally came in the door around 9:00 that night Aria was already in bed asleep, and he was glad.

He needed time to think of what he should tell her. He needed time to think of a great excuse.

Practically a month had gone by and Aria was no closer to letting Ezra back in their home than the night she pushed him to the driveway. He had gotten his credit card in the mail finally and had been staying at the cheapest hotel he could find, which still wasn't very cheap. He was starting to give up hope about ever being welcomed back in to their home and he needed to know whether he should find a new, permanent, living arrangement. He had desperately tried to contact Aria, but she was still dodging all of his texts and phone calls.

But Ezra was getting more than desperate. It was starting to make him feel hopeless. Not having a place to call home. Not speaking to his wife. Living out of a duffel bag.

He got up early on a Thursday morning and he parked his car in the driveway before sunrise. He didn't want to take a chance and miss her. He rolled down the windows, cut the power to the engine, and waited. Finally, three hours later, Ezra finally saw Aria walking out of the front door. She saw Ezra's car in the driveway but pretended not to as she turned around to put the key in the door and lock it. When she heard a car door open and shut she knew that she wasn't going to be able to avoid him this time. He had finally trapped her, and they were going to have to talk.

"Good morning," Ezra strolled up the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets.

"Morning." Aria's arms were crossed over her head, one hand holding her purse, the other holding a coffee.

"I stopped and got you a coffee but I uh...I drank it already. I've been waiting for quite awhile..." He stopped several steps in front of Aria and uneasily looked in to her eyes.

"I really need to talk to you Aria."

"What is there to talk about?"

He couldn't believe that she could really think it was all that easy. That she could just shoo him out of her life, cut him off from everything that he had worked equally as hard for, and just assume that he would accept it and walk away.

"Aria, you know what we need to discuss. I'm living out of a hotel room that costs me $99 a night. I...We...are going to go broke."

She was silent, still.

"I'm not ready for you to come back home."

Her words sent chills down Ezra's back. He had been hoping that she would invite him inside, she would maybe offer him a warm cup of coffee, and they could talk about how they were feeling. Ezra would apologize, Aria would apologize for making him sleep in his car for so long and then take up residency in a cheap room, and then things would be back to how they were before.

He had hoped.

But Aria's eyes were dark and cold and her arms were still crossed. Her words were distant and she had given no signs at all of any sympathy at all.

"I'm surprised you aren't staying at Hanna's. She probably needs advice picking out paint for the nursery."

A cheap shot. Ezra couldn't believe that Aria was giving him cheap shots right now when he was standing in front of her, practically pleading to come home.

"What I did to you," he stopped, "To our marriage... it wasn't right, Aria. And I can't take it back."

He stepped forward and attempted to take Aria's hands in his, but she pulled away and stepped back. Still not looking him in the face.

He let his hands drop back down, returning them to his pockets. Ezra cleared his throat and started over again.

"We deserve to give this another chance. I haven't talked to Hanna in weeks, Aria. I could have easily called her and asked to sleep on her couch, but I would have rather slept in a ditch than gone back there again. I would do anything for you to let me come home."

Normally an Ezra apology made Aria's heart flutter, but this morning it fell flat. She felt nothing but hurt and anger when he opened his mouth. She felt sick to her stomach when she finally looked up and made eye contact.

"I wanted nothing more than to have a beautiful family with you and be the kind of wife that you would never step out on, but we don't always get everything the way we want, Ezra." She tried to step past and around him to walk down the sidewalk to her car, but he grabbed her shoulder, stopping her.

"You're still my wife Aria. We can still have that family."

"Oh yea. How's that going to work? Is Hanna going to teach her baby to call me Stepmommy?" She shot Ezra a cold look and tried to pull away, but he just tightened his grip.

"Hanna has been avoiding me Aria. Something isn't right. If this baby was really mine, don't you think she would be wanting my support? Asking me to come to doctor appointments or something?"

The thought of Ezra sitting in a doctor's office with someone else made her stomach convulse. She had wanted that for so long, and here they were. Ezra was half-confessing that he was feeling left out because Hanna hadn't been inviting him along with her.

"Let me go Ezra." Aria demanded through gritted teeth.

"I can't do that Aria. Not when I have you here. We need to talk."

They were both silent for a moment, neither one knowing what their next move should be.

Aria knew they needed to talk, and she had been wanting to talk to Ezra. But what she had to say to him she knew he didn't want to hear, and she didn't want to say it. So she had been trying to hold it in and avoid him. Hoping that maybe something would happen to make her change her mind.

She was startled from her own thoughts when she heard Ezra's jagged breathing and saw him rubbing his finger and thumb over his eyes.

He was crying, actually crying.

He hadn't cried in front of her before, that she could remember. Not any of the numerous times they broke up, or got back together. He had always managed to keep a stone face through moments like that, locking his emotions away to himself.

His tears softened Aria's cold demeanor, just slightly, and she placed her hand on his lower back in a friendly manner.

"We do need to talk Ezra. But right now isn't the time." With that Aria couldn't believe it, but she found herself walking away from him. Leaving him alone, in front of the house they once shared, in tears. She could hardly remember a time before where they wouldn't have both found a way to make time to hash out the conversation then and there. Not that it didn't matter enough to her at this moment to do the same, she just hadn't planned out her next move, and she needed more time for that.

In Ezra's heart he couldn't believe that Aria was just leaving him there. In is mind he knew he deserved it. He climbed back in to his car and watched in his rearview mirror as Aria got in hers as well and backed in to the street.

Hanna had known for three weeks now that she was having a little girl.

She had cried during her ultra sound. The baby had the hiccups, sucked her thumb and was more than compliant with the ultra sound tech when it came time to check for gender. The tech had asked Hanna if she had any special plans to reveal the gender to herself or if she just wanted to know now.

"No...no special plans, you can just tell me."

"It's a girl."

Hanna wiped tears away from her eyes and smiled at the screen.

Her own little mini me.

She tried to picture what she would look like, only to rekindle her constant inner battle.

If she were Ezra's she would undoubtedly have dark curly hair like him. She would have blue eyes, hopefully shaped like hers, she thought to herself, and she would be blessed with gorgeous, big, white teeth.

If she were Caleb's she would still have dark hair, but would it be straight like his or wavy like hers? Would she have brown eyes or blue eyes? Thin lips or fuller?

She needed to stop tormenting herself like this. She was having a baby girl, and that was all that was important.

When she got in the car she had dialed Ezra's number half a dozen times and hung up before the first ring. He deserved to know, yet she felt he didn't need to know. What if he was working on repairing things with Aria. She didn't want to get in the way, again.

Somewhere in all of this mess, Hanna was starting to develop a bit of a conscience. It was becoming easier for her to try and put others before herself.

'Maybe that's my maternal instinct kicking in already...' she thought to herself.

That same Thursday evening, while Hanna was watching The Bachelorette and gorging herself with a pint of Half Baked ice cream, she felt her phone buzzing in her back pocket. When she pulled it out Ezra's face and number were glowing on the screen. She held it in her hands for several seconds just staring at the screen. Finally she put her spoon back in the ice cream and sheepishly answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi Hanna. How are you?"

"I'm fine."

"How's the baby?"

"Did you just call me to make awkward small talk?"

"Can I come over?"

She caught her words in her throat. Did he really just call her, to ask to come over?

"Why would you want to do that?"

"We need to clear some things up."

She swallowed hard.

"Uh, yea ... okay. I'm just watching TV so whenever you want to stop by is okay..."

"Okay, thanks Hanna."

"Wait...Ezra. Does Aria know that you're coming over?"

"That's part of the reason I'm coming over."